Chapter 208 Department of Mysteries

"No, Harry! We are all members of Dumbledore's Army, and now is the time for us to show our skills! Did you just say casually when you vowed to organize an army to fight Voldemort?"

Neville understood Harry's refusal, but as a friend, and more importantly, as a member of the Longbottom family, he would never allow himself to back down at this time!

After hearing Neville's words, Harry stared at his friend who trusted and expected him, and couldn't help but feel a strong sense of guilt. For his friends, he still chose to help him even if his life was in danger!

Finally, he nodded slowly to show his agreement.

Although he had made the decision, Harry knew very well that this journey would be full of unknown dangers.

But on second thought, perhaps there would be many powerful Aurors stationed at the Ministry of Magic. In this way, at least everyone's safety could be guaranteed to a certain extent.

"Okay, so how do we get there next?" Harry frowned and began to think about the specific plan of action.

"Have you forgotten the Thestrals? They are excellent flying mounts!" Luna responded.

At this time, Ron suddenly interrupted: "Harry, should we ask Rowling to help us? You know, his strength is much stronger than those Aurors!"

However, Harry shook his head without hesitation and refused flatly: "No, Ron. Although Rowling is indeed a powerful magician, he is still being closely monitored by the Ministry of Magic.

If we rashly ask him for help, it is very likely that he will be in danger. We must not let him take risks!" At this point, Harry thought of Fudge. Although he did not issue a wanted order for Rowling, Umbridge cursed Rowling every day, and even those little wizards could often hear those unbearable words.

On the other side, Rowling was actually somewhat moved when he heard this. This little Harry...

The sky of London, England, was dyed orange and red by the afterglow of the sunset, like a colorful painting. After a long journey, Harry, Ron, Hermione and others finally arrived at the visitor telephone booth of the Ministry of Magic. As night fell, darkness quietly swallowed the earth.

When Harry stepped into the Ministry of Magic again, a strange atmosphere hit him. It was eerily quiet, without any human voice or footsteps.

Only the huge fountain in the center of the Ministry of Magic's hall, with its gurgling water and splashing sound, broke the deathly silence.

Around the fountain, golden statues of mermaids, centaurs and goblins stood tall, glowing faintly in the dim light, looking particularly mysterious.

These exquisite sculptures seem to be silently watching the little wizards' every move, adding a gloomy feeling to the whole scene.

In such a quiet and depressing atmosphere, the young wizards subconsciously held their wands tightly, as if that was the only strength they could rely on. Everyone's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, and tension filled the air.

As for Harry, those originally vague memories became clearer and clearer at this moment. An inexplicable impulse drove him to run forward based on his intuition.

Finally, when they walked out of the elevator of the Ministry of Magic, the corridor that once existed only in their dreams suddenly appeared before their eyes.

The corridor was long and dark, as if it had no end in sight. The dim lights on both sides of the wall flickered, as if they would go out at any time. They felt a chill running down their spines.

Especially the tightly closed dark door at the end of the corridor, which exudes an indescribable weird atmosphere. It stands there quietly, like a door leading to unknown fear.

The terrible night flashed through Harry's mind - the scene of Voldemort's resurrection was vivid in his mind. It seemed that as long as he pushed open the door, he would face Voldemort's hideous and distorted face.

But the unexpected situation made them confused. When Harry took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to push open the seemingly heavy door, a dull and oppressive atmosphere came over him. Inside the door was a darkness as thick as ink, as if it could swallow up all light and hope.

They opened their eyes wide, trying to adapt to the sudden darkness, but to no avail. It was still pitch black in front of them, and they couldn't even find a trace of a human figure.

With the faint flickering light from the tip of the wand, they gradually saw the situation in the room clearly. They saw countless tall shelves standing in it, like silent giants, extending to a height that was beyond the reach of sight.

Countless prophecy balls are densely packed on the shelves, lying there quietly like sleeping elves.

Each prophecy ball is covered with a thick layer of floating dust. The dust seems to have life, trembling slightly with the air flow, as if silently telling the loneliness and desolation of this place over the years.

"What should we do next, Harry? There seems to be no trace of Sirius here!" Hermione's voice broke the suffocating silence, her tone was firm.

Harry looked ashamed and replied softly: "I'm sorry, Hermione, you are right. But I am sure that Voldemort is looking for something, an item that he failed to get many years ago, and that thing is likely to be hidden here!"

Although he was filled with guilt, Harry secretly breathed a sigh of relief and felt somewhat fortunate when he thought that there were neither the vicious Death Eaters nor the terrifying Voldemort here.

"Oh, thank God! Then we must never let it fall into the clutches of that mysterious man!" Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Neville Longbottom, who had been standing silently by the side, seemed to be attracted by something, and his body walked slowly towards a prophecy ball emitting faint light as if out of control.

When he got closer, he was surprised to find Harry's name engraved on it.

"Hey, Harry, come and look! Your name is on this prophecy ball!" Neville turned around excitedly and shouted to Harry.

Hearing Neville's shout, Harry hurried forward to check. He saw that the prophecy ball began to spin slowly, and at the same time a low and mysterious voice came out:

"When someone who can conquer the Dark Lord's magic appears, the Dark Lord will regard him as his strong opponent! Because this person possesses a powerful force that the Dark Lord does not know..."