Homecoming from Hogwarts

As the night deepened, the city of London became quiet.

When the blood-red glow that enveloped the surroundings faded away, Harry began to look around at the street he was on.

He seemed to be in the center of London, because he was surrounded by towering commercial and office buildings that would never exist in the wizarding world.

A garbage truck that was almost overflowing was parked on the road outside the alley, and the driver was struggling to replace a blown tire with a wrench.

The Muggle didn't even glance down the alley.

"we are at"

Ron's cheeks puffed up in surprise. He stared at the red telephone booth not far from them and said uncertainly,
"The alley by the Ministry of Magic entrance."

Hermione also recognized it, her brows slowly frowned and she looked at Elune.

"Yes, this is it--"

Elune said confidently, her face, like a fine porcelain, facing the ground.

"I can sense that he is underground."

"So, Malfoy came to the Ministry?"

In the bleak cold wind, Neville tightly grasped his sword and looked in surprise at Harry, whose face looked sickly under the dim street lights.

Could there be such a coincidence?

They came to the Ministry of Magic to rescue Sirius, and then, the mark that Elune put on Malfoy guided them to the Ministry of Magic?
According to Neville, it would be more reasonable to think that when they landed, they were surrounded by a group of Death Eaters who were waiting to pick up Malfoy.

"It's fair—"

Harry looked at the shabby red telephone booth and whispered to everyone,
"Who is Malfoy going to give the staff to when he takes it?"

Everyone in the group showed an expression of sudden realization, and even Hermione nodded in her heart.

That staff belonged to the black witch, Vitia Cleona.

But she obviously had no right to order Malfoy to do anything for her, so it could only be You-Know-Who.

Malfoy, who escaped from Hogwarts with the wand, should have given the wand to the mysterious man as soon as possible.

Where is the mysterious man?

According to Harry, Sirius was being interrogated in the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry down below!
"Then what are we going to do now?"

Luna looked at Harry and asked him in a polite, interested tone, as if this was just an interesting trip.

"Let's go down."

Harry said with a deep breath as he walked over first and opened the door of the phone booth.

Harry had thought that this narrow telephone booth would require several batches to transport them down, but miraculously, it could accommodate eight young Hogwarts wizards, plus a vampire and five brooms at once.

"Excuse me!"

Harry, who couldn't breathe, shouted with all his breath.

"Whoever is closest to the phone, please dial six-two-four-four-two!"

Ginny passed her arm under Hermione's armpit and after several attempts, she finally got the number right without any perspective.

"Welcome to."

"Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Elune Gangaro!"

Harry shouted before the female voice on the phone finished speaking.
"We are here to rescue people, unless your Ministry of Magic has already rescued them!"

"Thank you!"

The cold female voice said,

"Guest, please take your badge and hold it in front of your clothes."

It took a few more minutes for a large group of people to complete this operation in the telephone booth. Harry was anxious and had to endure Elune's endless criticism of this awkward way to enter the Ministry of Magic!
"MACUSA is much more humane!"

When the phone booth began to sink, Elune said with disdain, but when the phone booth opened and they entered the magnificent, solemn and majestic reception hall, Elune said in an admiring tone,
"It looks pretty decent inside."

Considering the great help the little vampire had given tonight, no one bothered with her.

Entering the reception hall of the Ministry of Magic, they were perhaps only a few floors away from the most evil Dark Lord in history, and everyone began to feel tense!
Harry looked at the empty reception hall and felt something strange in his heart.

Previously in his dream, he saw many employees of the Ministry of Magic coming down from the elevator one after another, rushing to get off work.

But now there was no one in the hall, not even at the table where wands were checked.

Perhaps everyone took an 'early shift' while Minister Bones was away from the Ministry, Harry thought.

Since Ms. Bones became the Minister, with the help of Professor Brian, the Magic House has changed its previous scattered working habits and extravagant style and has become extremely efficient.

This is a change that is recognized by the entire British wizarding community, and there is no shortage of praise articles in the Daily Prophet.

But correspondingly, employees’ work pressure is much greater than before.

It's understandable that employees would want to enjoy a relaxing weekend while Minister Bones is away.

By the way, what exactly happened in Paris?

Harry began to think about this as he boarded the elevator.

It was not enough for Professor Brain to be there in person, and Professor Dumbledore had to leave Hogwarts in a hurry to deal with it?
"The Department of Mysteries is the most mysterious department in the Ministry of Magic. No one knows what they are doing."

After Harry pressed the button urgently, Ron spoke of the Department of Mysteries in an awed tone.

"That's what my father told me."

The Department of Mysteries was one floor below the reception hall, and the elevator arrived quickly.

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Harry could not wait to rush out of the elevator car. Although he walked through this black corridor again tonight and could see the black door so clearly, Harry still could not help but take a few breaths of cold air, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Should we get some backup?"

Everyone was suffocated by the thick air, but Neville said in a joking tone,
"I'm afraid we can't kill Voldemort with just the men we have. Perhaps we should go upstairs and find someone else in the Ministry and call them down to help."

"Good idea, Neville."

Hermione nodded approvingly.

So, Neville, who came up with this idea, was sent out upstairs to seek help.

It was a large round room with a door set into the wall, exactly the same as the dream Harry had described.

“You can be a prophet now.”

Fred spoke to Harry with a little awe, but everyone could hear the nervousness in his words.

"The door opposite this one is--"

When Elune also entered the room, Harry showed them the second door they were to go through.

Before entering, they encountered another problem. That is, after the black door they passed through closed, the black walls around them suddenly began to rotate at such a fast speed that they blurred into a black shadow.

"This way—"

Once again Harry was thankful to have a vampire with them tonight.

Elune pointed directly to the second door they should enter, and glanced at Hermione with a hint of smugness.
"I can feel the mark I left behind a little behind this door."

Sirius's painful wail seemed to ring in his ears again, and Harry couldn't wait to push open the second door.

"Wait, Harry!"

Hermione held back the impulsive Harry and lowered her voice to the lowest possible level.
"If the You-Know-Who is really behind the door, there's no way we can save Sirius. I think we should wait for Neville to return with backup."

Harry hesitated. This was indeed a sound advice.

"There's no one else behind the door—"

Elune moved her clever nose wings and suddenly said,

"Only Malfoy—"

"This is impossible!"

Harry, who was hesitating, immediately broke free from Hermione's hand and hurriedly opened the door.

A stale smell rushed into my nostrils, as if indicating that no one had set foot in this hall for a long time.

At this point, there was nothing she could do but go ahead. Hermione bit her lip and immediately followed.

Their only chance of success was that Neville had found the person on duty at the Ministry, and that they could find Professor Blaine or Professor Dumbledore immediately.

However, Harry only ran forward one step before he stopped. He stood there, staring blankly at the only bright light in Norda's showroom.

"Potter?!"

Malfoy, who was standing in the middle of the room, holding a vine staff in one hand and holding high his glowing wand in the other, turned around suddenly when he heard the voice.

When the faces of Harry and his group came into view, Malfoy's already nervous and hesitant face suddenly lost all color!
(End of this chapter)