Harry Potter – Approaching the Magic World

Twilight falls.

The sky gradually showed a faint, hazy purple, scattered with one after another silver light glittering little stars.

Soon, only the lights of muggle town can let them know how high they are from the ground and how fast they are.

Harry's arms were wrapped around the horse's neck and hugged tightly, wanting it to fly faster.

How much time has passed since he saw Sirius lying on the floor of the Department of Mysteries?

How long can Sirius resist Voldemort?

Harry can only conclude that his godfather neither obeyed Voldemort's orders, nor was he killed,

because he was convinced... whatever the result, he would feel Voldemort. His joy or anger flowed through his body, making his scar burn like the night Mr. Weasley was attacked.

They were flying in the darkness; Harry felt his face was stiff and cold, and his legs clamped tightly on both sides of Thestral were numb, but he did not dare to change his position, lest he slide down, what did he do? I couldn't hear it, only the rumbling air current galloping in my ears, and my mouth was dried by the icy night wind, and it was frozen stiff.

How far did they go?

He is unaware of this; all his hopes are pinned on Thestral below him, which is still steadily flying through the dark night sky, almost never flapping its wings when flying forward.

If they are too late...

He is still alive and he is still fighting, I can feel...If Voldemort decides Sirius will not give in...I should know... Harry's stomach shook; Thestral's head suddenly bent to the ground, and he slid forward a few inches along its neck.

They are finally about to land.

He seemed to hear a scream from behind, so he turned his head nervously, not seeing the body that was falling...probably they were all like him, startled when they changed direction.

all around the bright orange-yellow lights are getting bigger and bigger and rounder; they can see the roof of the building, and the headlights of the traffic are like beetle's shining eyes , The square windows reveal dim yellow rays of light.

Suddenly, they seemed to be rushing towards the sidewalk; Harry tried his best to grab Thestral desperately, ready to deal with the impact of the sudden landing. However, Thestral fell lightly on the dark ground like a shadow.

Harry slid off its back and glanced around the street. The dump truck that was about to overflow was still parked not far from the dilapidated phone booth, in the monotonous orange-yellow. Under the illumination of street lights, they can't see their original colors.

Ron landed nearby, and immediately fell off Thestral and fell onto the sidewalk.

"I don't want to do it again."

He said, struggling to stand up.

He seemed to want to step away from Thestral, but he couldn't see it, so he hit its hind legs and almost fell on his back.

"Absolutely, absolutely can't do it again, that's bad enough—"

Hermione and Ginny landed on his sides,

Slid down on their horses The movements are more elegant than Ron, but after returning to the real ground, the relaxed expressions on their faces are almost the same;

Neville tremblingly jumped off the horse;

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Luna slid off the mount gently and skillfully, looking very ordinary.

"Where shall we go now?"

Luna asked Harry politely and with interest. It sounded more like an interesting day trip.

"Here." Harry said. He slapped his mounts gratefully, then led them to the dilapidated phone booth and opened the door.

"Come on!" He urged his hesitant companion.

Ron and Ginny walked in obediently;

Hermione, Neville, and Luna also squeezed in;

Harry glanced back at Thestral, they were Look for rotten food residue in the dump truck.

Then he squeezed into the phone booth behind Luna.

"Who is closest to the phone, dial the number 62442!"

Ron's arm bent awkwardly toward the dial and dialed the number; when the dial quickly turned back In the original position, a woman's indifferent voice came into the phone booth.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and your affairs."

"Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger," Harry said Soon, "Ginny · Weasley, Neville · Longbottom, Luna · Lovegood, we are here to teach people, unless you Ministry of Magic rescue him first."

"Thank you," that The indifferent voice said, "Guests, please pick up the badge and don't put it in front of your clothes."

Six badges slipped out of the metal slant that should be used to withdraw coins.

Hermione picked them up, passed them over Ginny's head silently;

Harry glanced at the top one: Harry Potter, the rescue mission.

"Guests of Ministry of Magic, you need to be checked at the security checkpoint and register your wand. The security checkpoint is located at the end of the main hall."

"Got it!" Harry shouted Said, at this time, his scar was in pain again, "Can we move now?"

The ground of the phone booth suddenly shakes, and the sidewalk outside gradually rises past the window, looking for food. Thestral slowly slipped out of sight; the darkness closed above their heads, and with the dull sound of friction, they descended into the depths of the Ministry of Magic.

A thin golden light shone on their feet, getting wider and wider, and moved to them.

In such a narrow space, Harry grabbed wand, squatting down as much as possible and looking outside through the glass to see if anyone was waiting for them in the main hall, but the main hall seemed to be empty.

The light is a bit darker than the daytime; there is no fire in the fireplace frame mounted on the wall, but when the elevator stops steadily, he sees the golden symbol still on the deep blue canopy. Was wiggling irregularly.

"Ministry of Magic hopes you have a good time tonight."

The woman's voice said.

The door of the phone booth slammed open, and Harry staggered out, followed by Neville and Luna.

The only sound that can be heard in the main hall is the continuous rushing sound in the golden fountain. Stop spraying out and fall into the circular pool.

"Come here."

Harry lightly said that six people were running at full speed in the hall. He ran to the security checkpoint through the fountain at the forefront, where there was a seat for Harry. The leopard wand weighs the wizard guard, but there is no one there now.

Harry believes that there should be security guards here, and believes that no one is opening the door is an ominous omen. As they walked through the golden gate to the elevator, his ominous premonition intensified.