Harry Potter and the Old Ones

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Under Hermione's repeated insistence and advice, Dumbledore's Army finally reached an agreement to let nine members of Dumbledore's Army, including Harry, that is a classmate of the combat class, go to the Ministry of Magic, and the rest of Dumbledore's Army The members of the Bulidor Army stayed at Hogwarts and completed the tasks assigned by Tierra.

Finally, after a round of fierce quarrel, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Neville, George, Fred, Ginny, Luna, Zhang Qiu, went to London to rescue Sirius.

These nine people have the strongest theoretical knowledge in Dumbledore's Army, such as Hermione and Luna.

Either have real combat experience, like George and Fred Weasley, and Harry.

Or have neither of those but just go head-to-head, like Ron and Neville.

Although all but Hermione, Neville, and Luna belonged to the Quidditch team, they chose to travel to London by Thestral.

One, the broomsticks were nowhere near as fast as the Thestrals, and two, they needed to conserve their stamina before the real battle.

After everyone was seated, Thestrals slowly crouched down, and then rushed towards the sky like arrows. The speed was so fast and the angle was so steep that the little wizards had to hold it tightly with their hands and feet. body so as not to slip off its bony tail. They dashed over the treetops to the fiery sunset—

Harry closed his eyes tightly, he never thought he could fly so fast.

The Thestral flew quickly over the castle, its broad wings waving vigorously, and the icy air slapped on Harry's face. He closed his eyes against the strong wind, and turned his head to see eight other companions flying after him. Avoiding his rolling wake, they each bent as far as possible behind Thestral's neck.

They flew over the grounds of Hogwarts, over Hogsmeade, and Harry could see the mountains and valleys below.

Gradually, the day began to fade, and they flew past village after village, and Harry saw the lights dotted all over the place, followed by a solitary car speeding through the hills along the winding winding road on its way back.

"That's weird!" Harry barely heard Ron's cry coming from somewhere behind, imagining what it would be like to gallop so high in the air without seeing his mount.

Twilight came, and the sky gradually showed a faint, hazy purple, scattered with small silver stars.

Soon, only the lights of Muggle towns would let them know how high off the ground and how fast they were going.

Harry wrapped his arms around the horse's neck, clasping it tightly, wanting it to fly faster.

How much time had passed since the moment he saw Sirius lying on the floor of the Department of Mysteries.

How long could Sirius last against Voldemort.

Harry could only conclude that his godfather had neither obeyed Voldemort's orders nor was killed, because he was sure that either outcome would have caused him to feel Voldemort's joy or anger flowing through his body and let his scars It burned like the night Mr. Weasley was attacked.

They fly in darkness.

Harry felt his face stiff and cold, and his legs clasped tightly to Thestral's sides went numb, but he didn't dare to switch positions for fear of slipping.

He couldn't hear anything, only the rumbling airflow galloped in his ears, and his mouth was dries up by the cold night wind and froze.

How far they had come, he was completely unaware of it.

All his hopes rested on the Thestral beneath him, which was still racing through the pitch-black sky with determination, almost never flapping its wings as it flew forward.

If they're too late, he's still alive, he's still fighting, I can feel it.

If Voldemort decides that Sirius won't give in, I should know.

Suddenly, Harry felt his stomach vibrate.

The Thestral's head suddenly fell to the ground, and he slid a few inches forward along its neck.

They were finally about to land. He seemed to hear a scream behind him, and turned his head nervously, not seeing the falling body. Presumably they were all, like him, startled when they changed direction.

The bright orange lights around them grew bigger and rounder; they could see the roofs of buildings, the headlights of traffic like beetle eyes, and the boxy windows peeking through Dim yellow glow.

Suddenly, they seemed to be rushing towards the sidewalk. Harry tried his best, desperately holding onto Thestral, preparing for the impact of a sudden landing.

However, the Thestral landed lightly on the dark ground like a shadow.

Harry slid off its back and glanced around the street, where the overflowing dump truck was still parked not far from the dilapidated phone booth, out of sight under the drab orange streetlights. clear their original color.

They squeezed into the phone booth one after another, even though the inside of the phone booth was much larger than it looked from the outside, it was still a bit crowded after the nine people walked in.

"Dial 62442!" Harry shouted.

Luna, who was closest to the phone, got on the phone and dialed a few numbers——

Just like Harry's last visit, nine badges were ejected from the coin slot.

After they put on their badges, the phone booth shook suddenly, and then their eyes began to drop a little bit.

"The Ministry of Magic hopes you have a good night tonight." With a clear voice, Harry and his party officially arrived at the Ministry of Magic.

The phone booth door slammed open, and Harry stumbled out, followed by Neville and Luna. The only sound that could be heard in the main hall was the constant rush of water from the golden fountain, which spewed and fell from the wands of witches and wizards, from the arrows of centaurs, from the tips of goblin hats and from the ears of house-elves. in a circular pool.

The entire Ministry of Magic was empty and eerily silent.

"Go!" Harry shouted softly, and then took the other eight people to the Department of Mysteries, looking for his memories and pictures in his dreams.

Just like in the dream, they passed through a simple black door, then passed through a huge round room, and finally--

Came to the room that slowed down the gray crystal ball.

"You said it was row 97." Ron said quietly.

"Yes... we're very close, everyone!" Harry responded softly, looking up at the silver numbers flashing under the stand--

53

As they took out their wands, they crept between the shelves.

All the way to the 97th row, they looked around intently.

However, everything in front of him is a little different from the dream... Harry didn't see his godfather, not even the Death Eaters or Voldemort.

"What's the matter?" Ron whispered, his voice trembling.

"I..." Harry was at a loss for words, and he didn't know what was going on--

According to previous experience, Sirius should be here.

"Harry, this crystal ball has your name on it!" Zhang Qiu pointed to a crystal ball beside him and said.

Harry walked over gently and looked up--

A date was written on the crystal ball, and a line read: "The Dark Lord and Harry Potter".

Harry stretched out his hand in confusion.

"No, Harry..." Luna suddenly said, "I don't think you should touch it!"

"Yes." Hermione became a little restless, and he nodded.

"It's got my name on it..." Harry muttered, and then he reached out and clasped the dirty crystal ball in his hand.

Nothing seems to happen.

Apart from--

An excited voice came from behind: "Nice job, Potter... Now, turn around slowly and give it to me!"

It's Lucius Malfoy's voice!

Twelve glowing wands appeared around them, all aimed at them.

Twelve Death Eaters surrounded Harry from four directions, and surrounded the nine-person fighting squad in the center. Now they only need to wave their wands, and all nine people headed by Harry will be injured or even killed.

The leader was Lucius Malfoy, who was looking at Harry mockingly.

"Where's Sirius?" Harry asked aloud.

Several Death Eaters laughed, and one of them, a woman in a harsh voice, said triumphantly, "The Dark Lord always knows what to expect!"

Neville Longbottom suddenly turned pale when he heard this voice.

"I know that Sirius was taken by you...where is he?" Harry demanded aloud, plucking up his courage.

"You should also understand the difference between reality and dreams, Potter." Malfoy glanced at Harry with some contempt, "Hand over the prophecy ball in your hand, or we will kill all your companions."

"It's a trap!" Harry finally realized... He'd been fooled, and his mind was blank now.

"I said it a long time ago." At this time, a familiar voice suddenly appeared, "You should learn to distinguish between reality and dreams."

"Tiera!" Harry exclaimed in surprise, looking around with his head straight, "Tiera, where are you?"

Lucius Malfoy and the mad woman with a pale face and a shrill voice were the first to react, and slowly turned to look behind him——

A young student in Ravenclaw uniform emerges from the darkness behind them.

The student Lucius knew, the Muggleblood named Tiera, who died last year under Voldemort's wand.

"Who are you?" Lucius snapped, turning his wand in one direction, moving his wand away from Harry, and pointing at the student who appeared behind him, "Stand over there and don't move!"

Lucius didn't know the real situation of Dumbledore's Army training, nor would he think that Tiera, who was killed by the Dark Lord, would be "resurrected", so he just thought it was someone pretending to be Tiera to frighten him.

"Hehehehe..." The person in front of him did not stop because of Lucius' words, but continued to approach.

It's just that the situation of "Tiera" seems a bit strange, like a marionette, "Tiera"'s movements reveal a strange dissonance and stiffness, his body and Lucius last time. There seemed to be quite a difference when I saw it, as if someone had forcibly mixed Tiera's face with another woman's body.

As "Tiera" approached step by step~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Lucius could still see that there was an inexplicable mist around "Tiera"'s nose and mouth, and with every breath he took in and out of his body in vivo.

"Tuk...tuk...tuk...tuk..."

Immediately afterwards, the sound of horseshoes suddenly appeared, and it was approaching at high speed.

After a while, three strange knights on strange warhorses appeared behind the other Death Eaters, blocking four passages.

Three horses of gold, silver, and bronze roared, riding war, plague, and famine.

Seeing this strange scene appear, the wands of other Death Eaters gradually turned from Harry and the others to the knights.

At this time, Harry suddenly felt a damp heat in his ears, and then he heard the familiar voice:

"Right now, run, Harry, run!"

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