Harry Potter – Approaching the Magic World

Ministry of Magic.

When darkness prevails, light is always hidden in darkness.

Dumbledore took the hand of the Order of the Phoenix who had arrived, hiding in the dark, ready to wait for the mobile hand.

To be honest, this is not an easy task, because in such a stressful environment, taking any step wrong may cause irreversible risks.

Especially today's focus is not to save Harry, but another scene.

"Are you ready? Sirius, if you regret it now, you may still have a chance."

"I did not regret it. I have been thinking about these things for a long time, Jon That’s right, I need to exit at a suitable time and finish what I should do. As for Harry... he should learn to accept the impermanence of the world and grow in these things, if he can become mature because of it. At one point, I think I’ll be very happy.

Besides, I’m not really leaving, I’m just hiding in the dark, but headmaster, do you think it’s safe?"

"Safe The measures were arranged by my own hands. Don’t worry about that. Although I don’t know where Jon is now, I promise you won’t die here. Don’t worry."

"That’s good, this After the matter is over, can we still meet again?"

"That said, then you go, don’t waste time."

Next, in Order of the In front of the Phoenix people, two more doors slammed open, and the five of them rushed into the house quickly:

The leader was Sirius, and then Lupin, Moody, Tonks and Kingsley.

In the room, Malfoy turned around and raised wand, but Tonks had already fired Stunning Spell at him.

Harry didn't care to see if there was a hit, and hurriedly jumped off the stage and got out of the way.

The appearance of the members of the Order of the Phoenix diverted the attention of those Death Eaters. They jumped down the Level 1 steps while shooting at these Death Eaters with rain-like spells.

Passing through the galloping crowd and one after another flashing, Harry saw Neville crawling forward on the ground. He dodged another red light and swooped at Neville.

"Are you okay?"

He loudly shouted, and then a spell flew over a few inches above their heads.

"It's okay." Neville said as he wanted to stand up.

"What about Ron?"

"I don't think he has anything to do--when I left the card (open), he was still wrestling with that brain-- "

a spell suddenly flew over, blasting the stone floor between them, leaving a pit, where Neville's hand was placed a few seconds ago;

Two The individual hurriedly crawled away, and then a thick arm stretched out from somewhere, pinched Ha He's neck, and picked him up, his toes almost off the ground.

"Give it to me," he roared in his ear, "Give me the ball of prophecy—"

The hand squeezed Harry's throat tightly. It made him breathless.

The tearful Harry saw Sirius fighting a Death Eater ten feet away; Kingsley was fighting two Death Eaters at the same time; Tonks was also launching spells at the Bellatrix below halfway through the steps.

——No one seemed to notice that Harry was dying.

He turned wand and pointed at the man behind him, but he couldn't breathe and couldn't speak spells. The other hand of that man was groping for Harry's hand that was holding the prophecy.

"Ah!"

Neville rushed over from somewhere. He couldn't say spells coherently, so he used Hermione's wand at one of the Death Eater masks The eyehole jerked in.

The man was loudly roared in pain and immediately left Harry.

Harry turned around quickly, gasping for breath at him and said: "Stupefy!"

The Death Eater fell on his back and his mask slipped down: he almost killed McNeill of Buckbeak, one of his eyes was swollen and bloodshot.

"many thanks!"

Harry said to Neville as he dragged him aside, when Sirius and his Death Eater opponent staggered past them, fighting well. Very intense, their wand waved into a vague shadow.

Harry's foot stepped on a round, hard object and slid.

In an instant, he thought he had dropped the prophecy ball.

But then he saw Moody's magic eye spinning quickly across the floor.

The owner of the magic eye is lying next to Harry with blood flowing on his head. His attackers are now fighting Harry and Neville with all their strength:

That is Dolohov, his long pale face They were all distorted with joy.

"Tarantallegra!"

He yelled at Neville with wand, and Neville's legs jumped into a frantic tap dance, lost his balance, and fell to the ground again "Now, Potter—"

He suddenly waved wand at Harry like he did with Hermione, and Harry hurriedly shouted: "Protego!"

Harry felt that there was a kind of dullness. The knife-like thing slashed across his face; its power slammed him aside and fell on Neville's dancing leg. Fortunately, Shield Charm blocked most of the formidable power of spells.

Dolohov raised wand again.

"The prophecy ball flies—"

Sirius rushed over from somewhere, and knocked Dolohov into the air with a shoulder.

The prophecy ball slid to Harry's fingertips again, but he tried to catch it.

At this time Sirius and Dolohov are fighting fiercely, they are waving wand like swords, tip sparks radiate all around.

Dolohov withdrew the wand, ready to wave it like he did against Harry and Hermione.

Harry jumped up and shouted: "Petrificus Totalus!"

Dolohov's arms and legs stuck together again, fell on his back, and hit the ground with a bang.

"Good job!" Sirius yelled while pressing Harry's head, avoiding the two Stunning Spells that were facing Accio, "Now I want you to leave--"

The two men bent down quickly, and a green light nearly hit Sirius.

Harry saw Tonks on the opposite side of the house falling from the middle of the stone steps, and his limp body rolled down the steps. Bellatrix turned and ran away triumphantly, and went back into the fight.

"Harry, take the prophecy ball, take Neville and run!"

Sirius yelled, while rushing towards Bellatrix.

Harry failed to see what happened next: Kingsley dangled in front of him, fighting fiercely with Luke Wood, who was not wearing a mask and had a pocky face; when Harry rushed towards Neville, there was another green light. Flew over his head--

"Can you stand up?"

He loudly shouted in Neville's ear, Neville's legs were still involuntarily beating and twitching , "Hold my arms around my neck—"

Neville did so, Harry straightened up, Neville's legs were still dancing around, unable to stand firm.