A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Moreover, the Dark Lord might very well intervene personally; after a year of preparation, he's almost ready to make his public appearance.

Aaron's lips twitched; he couldn't deny that the Thought Entity's words had indeed given him a great sense of pressure.

Did the prophecy say anything today?

"A crisis triggered by a prophecy orb, simple and clear."

"Does it even need to be said?" Aaron said speechlessly. "Isn't there anything else?"

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

Snapped!

Aaron patted his forehead. "Try doing your own divination!"

"This is the only way, but it may not be able to predict the future we want," the thought entity said helplessly, then snapped its fingers, and a shadowy ninja placed the crystal ball on the table.

The two exchanged a glance and focused their attention on the crystal ball, carefully observing the few images that appeared in the thick fog.

......

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

The Thestrals suddenly changed direction and swooped down, but the impact of the descent was not much, and they landed smoothly.

When their feet touched the ground again, the six of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Riding a Thestral is incredibly thrilling, but if given a choice, they would definitely not choose this method.

"Are we there yet?" Hermione looked around the desolate street with curiosity. Apart from a few dilapidated offices, a small pub, and a dump truck that was overflowing, there was only a run-down red telephone booth. "Don't tell me the Ministry of Magic is in a place like this?"

“Follow me.” Harry quickly entered the phone booth, and the others hesitated for a moment before squeezing in as well.

“I remember it was 62442. That’s the number Mr. Weasley dialed when he took me to my trial,” Harry said, pressing the number uncertainly. Immediately, a woman’s voice came from the phone booth.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and the purpose of your visit."

“Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, and Luna Lovegood, we’re here to rescue people unless your Ministry of Magic has already done so.”

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

Six badges slid out of the coin return slot, and each of the six people picked up their own badge marked 'Rescue Mission' and pinned it to their front.

"Okay, can we go in now?"

"Yes, guests from the Ministry of Magic."

You will need to go through security and register your wand.

As soon as the words were spoken, the red telephone booth trembled and slowly descended.

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

"The Ministry of Magic hopes you have a pleasant evening."

The elevator doors suddenly opened, and Harry and the others gripped their wands, ready for battle. But the place was empty; the fireplaces on either side of the walls were not lit, and the Magic Brothers Fountain made the sound of flowing water, creating a slightly eerie atmosphere.

“The Ministry of Magic needs a rest too, right?” Ron said, forcing a smile. “I mean, the staff need to sleep too, right? It’s a bit strange that there’s not even anyone on guard duty.”

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

"Department of Mysterious Affairs"

As the woman's voice faded, the elevator doors opened again.

Harry looked at the black door at the deepest part of the room and felt inexplicably uneasy, but he still took a step forward and walked over.

After pushing open the door, they entered a circular room, but Harry's expression was not good, as it was somewhat different from the scene in his dream.

There was only one dream door in the dream, which he could easily find, but there were twelve identical doors in this room. Who knows which room stores the prophecy orb?

"Should we search room by room?" Luna asked softly.

Harry nodded helplessly. "That's all we can do. I'll let you know if we find it."

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

“Not here,” Hermione said awkwardly. “These are brains. We’d better move on to the next room.”

“But there are some doors here too.” Ron pointed to the wall, where a row of identical doors stood.

Harry's lips twitched slightly. There was a door within a door, making it seem even more difficult to find that door. More importantly, there might be a similar 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 retreated back into the circular room and marked the door containing the brain before opening the second door.

The second door leads to a huge stone pit surrounded by rows of stone benches, bearing a striking resemblance to a courtroom.

At the center is a tall stone platform with an archway on it, and a black and white curtain flutters inside the doorway without any wind.

The curtains seemed to have a strange attraction, enticing Harry to slowly approach.

"There was a sound, and you could tell what was being said."

“There’s no sound, Harry,” Hermione said somewhat anxiously. “Let’s go out quickly!”

“I heard it too.” Luna stared fascinated at the swaying curtains. “There’s someone inside.”

“That’s just an empty archway,” Hermione said impatiently. “Let’s go, Harry. We’re here to save Sirius.”

Upon hearing Sirius's name, Harry immediately snapped out of his reverie. "Yeah, we need to get out of here right away."

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

They couldn't open the third door, and even the unlocking spells didn't work, so they had no choice but to try opening the fourth door first.

This time, Harry found the place he was looking for. The room was filled with tall shelves, on which were many dusty glass marbles.

"This is it," Harry said excitedly, then gripped his wand tightly and began searching for the ninety-seventh shelf according to his memory. If he wasn't mistaken, Sirius Black was suffering there.

“Ninety-two, ninety-three, ninety-four, ninety-five…” Harry stopped in front of the ninety-seventh shelf, but stared wide-eyed around and couldn’t find Sirius Black.

Harry's heart sank. The worst might have happened: Sirius Black had been murdered.

"He should be here."

“But it’s not there.” Hermione swallowed hard. “And there were no signs of a struggle around.”

“What are you trying to say?” Harry asked fiercely.

“Another possibility, as Aaron mentioned,” Hermione’s voice trembled, “is a trap. We have to get out of here right now, immediately.”

Upon hearing this, Harry's lips twitched slightly.

He was still somewhat unwilling to believe it, or rather, he still harbored some wishful thinking.

Perhaps Sirius is still here, just unconscious, hidden behind some shelf by Voldemort.

That was the only way he could comfort himself; otherwise, he was the one who had led everyone into danger.

“Harry,” Neville said, pointing to a prophecy orb on the shelf, “has your name on it.”

Harry paused for a moment, then walked over and looked at the prophecy orb. There was a label underneath: Dark Lord and Harry Potter.

The prophecy orb began to shimmer with a faint light, and a cloud of mist slowly swirled within it.

Harry couldn't resist and reached out to take it off.

The one with the power to conquer the Dark Lord has drawn near, born into a family that has resisted him three times...

This information reached his ears, but before he could even hear Hermione calling him, he was pulled back to reality.

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

Besides him, two masked figures emerged from each of the other passageways and approached them. The six of them instinctively huddled together, picked up their wands, and nervously confronted them.

Harry recognized the first masked man who appeared; his wand was exactly the same as Lucius Malfoy's.

“Very well, Potter, give it to me.”

Where is Sirius Black?

“You really should distinguish between dreams and reality.” Lucius drew his wand and ran it across his face, the mask turning into black mist and disappearing. “What you see is only what the Dark Lord wants you to see. Now give me the orb of prophecy.”

Upon hearing this, Harry clutched the prophecy orb tightly, his heart filled with regret.

Aaron had warned him, but he still insisted on coming over. He had clearly asked Hermione about the Order of the Phoenix through the hearth, and Black's house-elf had said that Sirius wasn't there.

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

"Hahahaha..." A shrill laugh came from behind Lucius, and a disheveled witch walked over. "He really knows how to have fun, my little darling, Potter."

“Bellatrix Lestrange.” Upon seeing the witch, Neville felt a surge of immense hatred.

His parents were driven insane by this madwoman's Cruciatus Curse. She was supposed to be imprisoned in Azkaban, but she managed to escape.

Chapter 496 The Crisis Caused by the Prophecy Ball: Shooting at the Drop of a Hat

"Neville Longbottom, right? How are your parents?"

“Much better, because I’ll get my revenge.” Neville said, raising his wand. Bellatrix scoffed and prepared to retaliate, but Harry and Lucius stopped them in perfect unison.

“Now let’s all calm down, okay?” Lucius said softly. “All we want is that Prophecy Orb. Hand it over, and no one will get hurt.”

"Why does Voldemort want me to get it?" Harry asked.

“How dare you say his name!” Bella couldn’t take it anymore. “You filthy bastard.”

“It’s alright, he’s just a curious little guy,” Lucius explained with a smile. “Because only those mentioned in the prophecy are capable of obtaining it; others would go insane.”

Why didn't he come and get it himself?

"While the Ministry of Magic is focused on my dear cousin, the Dark Lord has exposed himself to them?" Bella laughed maniacally, but quickly calmed down. "However, preparations are almost complete, and if you're lucky, you might see him tonight."

“You can’t just say things like that!” Lucius said with a half-smile. “It wouldn’t be good if you scared them.”

Harry remained expressionless, but his mind was in turmoil.

They were implying that Voldemort was coming, and if they didn't leave before he arrived, none of them would escape.

"Go!" Harry shouted.

"Collapsed."

The six of them simultaneously used a sleeping spell on the Death Eaters opposite them. The Death Eaters turned into black smoke and dodged the spells, but in doing so, they cleared a path for them.