Chapter 495 Yeqi is on his way, the trap of the Department of Mysteries (1/2)

Chapter 495 The Thestrals are on their way, the trap of the Department of Mysteries

Since the Thestrals can only be seen by those who have seen death, Ron, Hermione and Ginny were a little embarrassed. They couldn't even see them, let alone ride them.

Luna helped them onto the Thestrals one by one and taught them how to hold the mane, and the three of them barely got on the mounts.

"It's incredible." Ron gently patted the neck of the Thestral he was riding, "It looks like I'm floating in the air."

"It's just a little ugly." Ginny teased, "The posture is very indecent."

"How can you say that to your brother?" Ron rolled his eyes speechlessly and adjusted his sitting posture as much as possible.

"Are you ready?" Harry asked solemnly, and the five of them nodded in unison.

He didn't know how to get the Thestrals to take them to the Ministry of Magic, so he simply leaned close to the Thestrals' ears and said directly, "London, Ministry of Magic, guest entrance, if you know how to get there..."

Fortunately, the Thestrals didn't let him down, and only paused for a moment before spreading their wings and flying high into the sky.

The six people were caught off guard by the sudden acceleration and had to cling to the Thestrals' necks to prevent themselves from being blown off by the air currents.

They flew out of the Forbidden Forest, the stadium, and Hogsmeade Village, with the woods and rivers receding rapidly in their sight.

The last ray of sunset on the horizon was gradually swallowed up by the night, and they saw the Muggle village and a few vehicles speeding on the uneven road.

Harry felt the wind buzzing in his ears and had a full understanding of the speed of the Thestrals. Soon, even the Firebolt could not match it, but in his opinion it was still not fast enough.

After all, in the scene he saw, Sirius was still being tortured by the Death Eaters. No one knew how patient the Death Eaters were and how long he could hold on. If he took a step at night, they would probably have to collect Sirius' body.

While they were rushing on their way, Aaron returned to the Shenming Temple.

He directly transferred his memory to the thought body, then sat on the chair and held Abe in his arms.

The thought body was silent for a moment, and comforted: "There is no need to worry so much, you have done what you should do.

The red spider lily used for self-protection is enough to make the magician afraid to use it, and the moon drop used for life-saving is enough for the top magician Voldemort to give face."

"But I always feel that I have forgotten something, and I feel a little uneasy." Aaron rubbed his eyebrows anxiously, "As the saying goes, a wise man will make mistakes even if he makes a thousand plans.

I am not a wise man, but my intuition is always accurate. Don't tell me you don't feel it."

"What if you feel it?" The thought body spread his hands, "They are the ones who want to die, we can't get ourselves involved!

Besides, although Professor Snape hates Harry Potter, he values ​​his life more than anyone else."

"What did you say?" Aaron seemed to have thought of something, "Yes, Snape Professor, he doesn't know that Harry has already fallen into the trap, so the speed of notifying the Order of the Phoenix may not be so urgent. "

"It's harmless." The thought body waved his hand, "Professor Snape can still distinguish between public and private affairs, and will not bring personal feelings into the main business. He must have notified them."

"That's true!" Aaron nodded without comment, "But if it wasn't Professor Snape, where would I have neglected?"

"If you ask me, don't think so much. In fact, there are only two choices in front of us, go or not.

If you don't go, all the problems are out of the question, but if you go..."

Aaron was stunned for a moment, and looked at the shelf nailed to the wall with the thought body, on which were placed the precious resources he had accumulated in the past five years.

Various potions, rare materials, four guns except the red spider lily, hundreds of enchanted bullets, magic carpets, Captain Jack's compass, disposable tiger charms, and the most valuable Nejia mask, etc.

Huh!

Aaron took a deep breath, "The situation is not that serious, right?"

"I don't know, but it's better to be prepared." The thought body said seriously, "There are places that have been overlooked, and you and I both feel uneasy. Once we decide to go, it will definitely not be a trivial matter.

Voldemort has set a trap, and the Death Eaters must be there. The Order of the Phoenix will rush over sooner or later, and then it will be a melee.

The scale of this battle can be large or small. At the smallest, it will be a battle between three or five wizards, and at the largest, it is not impossible that the number will increase tenfold.

And the Dark Lord may not be out in person. After a year of preparation, he can almost show his face in public."

Aaron's mouth twitched, and he couldn't deny that the words of the thought body did give him a great sense of oppression.

"Did the prophecy say anything today?"

"A crisis caused by a prophecy ball, concise and clear."

"Does it need to say this?" Aaron said speechlessly, "Is there anything else?"

"Not yet, but even if there is, it probably won't be good news."

Pop!

Aaron patted his forehead, "Try to tell fortunes yourself!"

"That's the only way, but it may not tell the future we want." The thought body said helplessly, and then snapped his fingers, and a black shadow ninja put the crystal ball on the table.

The two looked at each other, focused their attention on the crystal ball, and carefully observed the few images that appeared in the thick fog.

......

After flying in the night sky for an unknown length of time, yellow lights suddenly appeared within the sight of Harry and others, along with dense buildings and cars of all sizes parked on the street.

The Thestral suddenly changed direction and dived downwards, but the momentum of its fall was not much, and it all landed smoothly.

When their feet stepped on the ground again, the six people breathed a sigh of relief.

Riding the Thestral on a journey can be said to be extremely exciting, but if they had a choice, they would never choose this method.

"Are you here?" Hermione looked curiously at the desolate street. Apart from a few shabby offices, a tavern and a full overflowing dump truck, there was only a shabby red phone booth. " Don't tell me the Ministry of Magic is in a place like this?"

"Follow me." Harry quickly entered the phone booth. The others hesitated for a moment and then squeezed in.

"I remember it was 62442. Mr. Weasley dialed this number when he took me to trial." Harry said as he pressed the number unconfidently, and then a woman's voice rang out from the phone booth.

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

"Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood, we are here to save people unless Your Ministry of Magic has rescued the person."

"Thank you, guests. Grab your badges and pin them to the front of your clothes."

Six badges slipped out of the coin slot. Each of the six people picked up their own badge marked 'Rescue Mission' and pinned it in front of their bodies.

"Okay, can we go in?"

"Okay, guests from the Ministry of Magic.

You will be checked at the security checkpoint and have your wand registered. "

As the words fell, the red phone booth trembled and slowly descended.

The elevator descended to the visitor entrance, which is the main hall on the eighth underground floor, and then stopped.

"The Ministry hopes you enjoy your evening."

The elevator door suddenly opened. Harry and others clenched their wands and prepared for battle, but there was no one here. There was no fire in the fireplaces on both sides of the wall. The Magic Brothers fountain made the sound of water flowing, and the atmosphere was slightly weird.

"The Ministry of Magic also needs to rest, right?" Ron said far-fetchedly, "I mean the staff also need to sleep, right? Although it is a bit strange that there is not even anyone on guard."

"We have to hurry up." Harry pressed the elevator button decisively, and the elevator slowly moved downwards.

"Department of Mysteries."

The woman's voice fell and the elevator door opened again.

Harry looked at the black door at the end and felt inexplicably uneasy, but he still walked over.

After pushing open the door, they entered a circular room, but Harry's face didn't look very good. It was a little different from the scene in his dream.

There was only one door in the dream, and he could find it easily, but there were twelve identical doors in this room. Who knew which room the prophecy ball was stored in?

"Do you want to search from room to room?" Luna asked softly.

Harry nodded helplessly, "That's all. If I find it, I will know."

Pushing open the first door, the rectangular room was empty, with a huge glass water tank in the middle. There were many white things floating around in the dark green liquid.

"Not here." Hermione said unnaturally, "These are brains. We'd better change to another room."

"But there are some doors here too." Ron pointed to the wall, where a row of identical doors lay.

Harry's mouth twitched slightly. There was a door inside the door. It seemed that the difficulty of finding that door had increased a lot. What's more important was that there might not be the same door in the next room.

"It shouldn't be these." Harry said uncertainly, "In the dream, I entered the second room very easily. Let's go back and try again!"

They returned to the circular room and marked the door containing the brain before opening the second door.

Inside the second door is a huge stone pit, surrounded by rows of stone benches, which is similar to the courtroom.

In the center is a high stone platform with an arch erected above it and a black and white curtain fluttering in the wind inside the door.

The curtain seemed to have an inexplicable attraction, tempting Harry to slowly approach.

"There is a voice and you can hear what is being said."

"There's no sound, Harry." Hermione said uneasily, "Let's get out quickly!"

"I heard it too." Luna stared at the fluttering curtains obsessively, "There is someone inside."

"That's just an empty arch." Hermione advised impatiently, "Come on, Harry, we are here to save Sirius."

Hearing Sirius's name, Harry suddenly came back to his senses, "Yes, we have to get out of here quickly."

They returned to the circular room again and marked the eerie room.

The third door couldn't be opened, and even the lock-picking spell didn't work. In desperation, they had to open the fourth door first.

This time Harry found the place he was looking for. The room was filled with tall shelves and many dusty glass balls on the shelves.

"This is it." Harry said excitedly, then he grabbed his wand and started looking for the ninety-seventh row of shelves according to his memory. If nothing else, Sirius was being tortured there.

"Ninety-two, ninety-three, ninety-four, ninety-five..." Harry stopped in front of the ninety-seventh row of shelves, but looked around with wide eyes, and there was no trace of Sirius.

Harry's heart suddenly sank. The worst might have happened, and Sirius had been killed.

"He should be here."

"But it's not there." Hermione swallowed hard, "And there are no signs of fighting around."

"What do you want to say?" Harry asked harshly.

"Another possibility, Aaron said it." Hermione's voice trembled, "Trap, we need to get out of here quickly, immediately, immediately."

Hearing this, Harry's lips moved slightly.

He is still a little reluctant to believe it, or he is still a little lucky.

Maybe Sirius was still here, just passed out and Voldemort had hidden him behind some shelf.

He could only comfort himself in this way, otherwise he would have brought everyone into a dangerous situation.

"Harry." Neville pointed to a prophecy ball on the shelf, "This has your name on it."

Harry was stunned for a moment, then walked in and looked at the prophecy ball. There was a label below: The Dark Lord and Harry Potter.

The prophecy ball began to flicker with a small amount of light, and a cloud of mist slowly rotated inside.

Unable to hold back, Harry reached out and took it off.

The man with the power to conquer the Dark Lord has come closer, born into a family that has resisted him three times...

Such information reached his ears, but before he could hear Hermione's voice calling him, he was brought back to reality.

Footsteps came from the shadows, and a masked man walked towards them.

In addition to him, two masked men came out of each other aisle and approached them. The six of them moved closer together consciously, picked up their wands and confronted them nervously.

Harry recognized the first masked man who had a wand identical to Lucius Malfoy's.

"Very well, Potter, give it to me."

"Where is Sirius?"

"You really should distinguish between what is a dream and what is reality?" Lucius pulled out his wand and crossed his face, and the mask turned into black mist and disappeared. "What you see is only what the Dark Lord wants you to see. Now give the prophecy ball to I."

Hearing this, Harry couldn't help but clenched the prophecy ball tightly, feeling full of regret.

Aaron reminded him, but he still ran over insistently, but he and Hermione clearly asked about the Order of the Phoenix through the fire, and the Black house elf said that Sirius was not there.

"If you touch us, I'll smash it."

"Hahahaha..." Harsh laughter came from behind Lucius, and a slovenly witch walked over, "He really knows how to play, be careful, Potter."

"Bellatrix Lestrange." When Neville saw this witch, huge hatred instantly surged into his heart.

His parents were tortured crazy by this madman using the Cruciatus Curse. She was originally supposed to be imprisoned in Azkaban, but she didn't expect to be able to escape from prison.