I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"So, we want revenge?" Malfoy asked.

Neville's hand clenched around Marvolo's sword.

Cedric lowered his eyes to look at the wand he was carrying.

Kim put his hand to the badge on his chest.

"For Johann and Heinrich."

The same was true for the other three people. The star badges on their chests were like a starry sky that had parted from the clouds, revealing starlight.

They strengthened their faith and headed down as the elevator gate closed.

And on the fifth floor of the Ministry of Magic, in Percy's office.

Furong's beautiful hair was longer, like a silver waterfall.

He was wearing clothing that allowed him to move easily, and had a string of amulets on his wrist.

A sapphire necklace is worn under the white swan neck.

Furong kissed the badge of stars and wore it on her chest.

She looked at Percy, "Should we go?"

Percy stood up, his voice more serious than ever before, "You should know that our mission is different from theirs."

"If I had known earlier that John was my boss, maybe I wouldn't have to get tangled up in all those trivial things." Furong smiled confidently, "But it feels good this way."

"The final place will be the Hall of Death. Remember, never touch the arch."

Percy warned again and again, "That's something that even the Ministry of Magic doesn't know about."

"The more mysterious something is, the more power it has to create unexpected things." Fleur waved her hand and said, "Let's go, Percy."

Percy already possessed some of the aura of a superior, but in front of his companions, he still couldn't put on airs.

Picking up the cup on the table, Percy said with a straight face, "Let's go then."

He knew that there was no one in the Ministry of Magic right now, and there was no need to hide it.

The two took the elevator to the Department of Mysteries.

Percy looked outside at a corridor moving past and couldn't help but think of the conversation John had with him not long ago.

"This is all up to you, Percy."

In the Star Society, John showed Percy the deadly black poison.

Percy began to roar, to be angry, to despair.

Knowing the danger of that thing, he even thought of asking Dumbledore for help.

But in the end, everything was stopped by John.

"Only in this way can we accomplish everything, Percy." John held Percy's hand tightly, "Only you can finally complete my plan."

"You should know that no one knows the Ministry of Magic better than you."

"The Department of Mysteries hides a huge power. Those taboos are our hope for a comeback."

Percy's shoulders felt heavy, and when the golden cup was handed to him, he knew he had no choice.

Either he fails with the death of his companions, or he makes everything right.

Fleur could see how heavy Percy was feeling and she patted his shoulder.

"John believes in you."

Fleur said firmly, "We believe in you, too."

"Fleur." Percy's eyes flickered, and he nodded vigorously at last.

He swore secretly, "Even if it costs me my life, I will realize my plan."

The elevator arrived and at the end of the black corridor, there was a closed black door.

The two men opened the door, and the four people who came down first had already started planning.

Looking at the marked door, Percy couldn't help but hold his forehead, "Who did this? If Minister Crouch finds out, I'm afraid he will be reprimanded."

"It's a clever idea though," he praised, and then the door swung back.

He found exactly the place he wanted to go.

Time Hall.

Looking at the flowing golden sand, Percy took out the golden cup.

It seems that everyone thinks that John Wick and Johnny Silverhand hate Voldemort to the core.

He sent out his Star Hunters to hunt down Death Eaters and offered a huge reward.

Anyone can see the desire for revenge.

Dumbledore thought so.

Barty Crouch Sr. thinks so.

But Percy knew that plan wouldn't be that superficial.

That is a much more difficult thing than killing a life.

Simply dying wouldn't allow the famous Johnny Silverhand to use himself as bait.

The golden sand contains the power of time, and once touched, it will bring terrible consequences to the body.

That is why time is a ban, and the consequences it causes are irreversible.

The Ministry of Magic has very strict management of it, which extends to the Time Turner, and there are hundreds of laws regarding its use.

As Percy placed the golden cup inside, golden sand fell into it.

This golden cup seemed to never be full, and the golden sand fell into it and disappeared.

Soon, a golden hourglass disappeared.

Then came the second, third...

Percy couldn't tell how he felt, he seemed to be betraying the Ministry of Magic.

This made him, as an official of the Ministry of Magic, full of contradictions.

Furong stared at a bird, which flew high into the sky and aged rapidly before falling, turning into an egg when it reached the bottom.

The eggshell broke, and the bird quickly grew from a chick and flew again.

This is like a never-ending hell, with the same thing repeating over and over again.

Furong couldn't help but get goosebumps.

And it is just one door away from the Time Hall.

In the prophecy hall, five students broke into this place full of shelves and precious prophecy balls.

The ceiling was as high as a church, and the shelves were equally high.

A glass ball was placed on top, emitting the same dim light as the round room.

Harry and the others moved carefully through the dim passage between two rows of shelves.

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Chapter 362: Department of Mysteries and Dumbledore's Army

The place where Harry had seen Sirius in his dream was in row ninety-seven, and now they were in row fifty-three.

Walking towards the right passage, with some nervous sweat on his palms, Harry lowered his voice and said, "Get your wands ready."

His friends had already grasped their wands in their hands, and now upon hearing this, they were all ready for battle.

Raising their wands, they looked back from time to time, fearing that someone was coming from behind.

The 84th row, the 85th row...

There are small yellowed labels under the glass balls on the shelf. Some of the glass balls are flashing like a strange liquid, while others are dull and lifeless.

Harry was careful, listening carefully to every sound.

But I couldn't hear anything. Could it be that Sirius had been tortured to the point where he couldn't speak?

Or...

Sirius is dead.

Harry's mind was a mess and he tried to comfort himself that it wouldn't happen.

While he was lost in thought, Hermione's voice rang out.

"Ninety-seven," Hermione reminded Harry quietly.

They gathered at the end of the row of shelves and looked at the aisle next to it. There was no one there.

Harry's mouth went dry. "He's right at the end. You can't see it clearly from here."

He didn't dare to think that he was mistaken. Could it be just a dream as Hermione said?

For a dream, they broke into the Ministry of Magic.

If discovered...

He wanted to prove that he was not mistaken, so he took the lead and shuttled between the high shelves where the glass balls were placed.

"He should be around here." He said, as if with every step he took, Sirius might appear on the floor. "Right here, really close."

"Harry?" Hermione called hesitantly, but Harry didn't want to answer.

He couldn't accept that he had really been deceived, and he said, "It's right here, somewhere."

They walked from one end to the other and entered the dim candlelight again.

There was no one, only a dusty, echoing silence.

"He might..." Harry was unwilling to accept the reality and wanted to continue searching.

"Harry," Hermione said when she saw Harry like this, "I don't think Sirius is here."

Harry stopped and he didn't dare to look at other people's expressions because he felt very uncomfortable.

He had had a big fight with Hermione because of a dream.

Tell him now that his dream is wrong.

Nothing had happened in the first place. It was because of him that they were caught by Umbridge and brought to the Ministry of Magic.

He didn't dare to face it.

"Harry?" This time it was Ron who called him.

"what's wrong?"

Harry didn't want to pay any attention to Ron, and didn't want to know what stupid thing Ron had done, or suggest returning the same way.

He seemed to want to stay here until he could hide forever.

But Ron didn't do anything stupid, nor did he suggest going back. Instead, he said, "Did you see this?"

He pointed at a glass ball on a shelf. Harry thought it was some clue left by Sirius here, and he walked over with a cheerful step.

It was a glass ball, not a clue.

Harry was disappointed, and at the same time didn't understand why he was allowed to watch.

Ron pointed to the small label on the glass ball and said, "Your name is on it."

Harry leaned in to see, having to crane his neck because he was shorter than Ron.

It was a date sixteen years ago, and it read: "The Dark Lord and Harry Potter."

Harry stared blankly, why was there his own name?

"What is this?" Ron asked as well, "Why is your name on it?"

Then Ron glanced at the others, there was no his name, nor anyone else's.