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So, said Ron, pushing aside a low-hanging branch and holding out Harrys wand, had any ideas. How did you get away. asked Harry in amazement, taking his wand from Ron. Couple of Stunners, a Disarming Charm, Neville brought off a really nice little Impediment Jinx, said Ron airily, now handing back Hermiones wand too. But Ginny was best, she got Malfoy - Bat-Bogey Hex - it was superb, his whole face was covered in the great flapping things. Anyway, we saw you heading into the forest out of the window and followed. Whatve you done with Umbridge. She got carried away, said Harry. By a herd of centaurs. And they left you behind. asked Ginny, looking astonished. No, they got chased off by Grawp, said Harry. Whos Grawp. Luna asked interestedly. Hagrids little brother, said Ron promptly. Anyway, never mind that now. Harry, what did you find out in the fire. Has You-Know-Who got Sirius or -. Yes, said Harry, as his scar gave another painful prickle, and Im sure Sirius is still alive, but I cant see how were going to get there to help him. They all fell silent, looking rather scared. The problem facing them seemed insurmountable. Well, well have to fly, wont we. said Luna in the closest thing to a matter-of-fact voice Harry had ever heard her use. Okay, said Harry irritably, rounding on her, first of all, we arent doing anything if youre including yourself in that, and second of all, Rons the only one with a broomstick that isnt being guarded by a security troll, so - Ive got a broom. said Ginny. Yeah, but youre not coming, said Ron angrily. Excuse me, but I care what happens to Sirius as much as you do. said Ginny, her jaw set so that her resemblance to Fred and George was suddenly striking. Youre too - Harry began. Im three years older than you were when you fought You-Know-Who over the Sorcerers Stone, she said fiercely, and its because of me Malfoys stuck back in Umbridges office with giant flying bogeys attacking him - Yeah, but - We were all in the D. together, said Neville quietly. It was all supposed to be about fighting You-Know-Who, wasnt it. And this is the first chance weve had to do something real - or was that all just a game or something. No - of course it wasnt - said Harry impatiently. Then we should come too, said Neville simply. We want to help. Thats right, said Luna, smiling happily. Harrys eyes met Rons. He knew that Ron was thinking exactly what he was: If he could have chosen any members of the D. in addition to himself, Ron, and Hermione to join him in the attempt to rescue Sirius, he would not have picked Ginny, Neville, or Luna. Well, it doesnt matter anyway, said Harry frustratedly, because we still dont know how to get there - I thought wed settled that. Porters 5 forces Luna maddeningly. Were flying. Look, said Ron, barely containing his anger, you might be able to fly without a broomstick but the rest of us cant sprout wings whenever we - There are other ways of flying than with broomsticks, said Luna serenely. I spose were going to ride on the back of the Kacky Snorgle or whatever it is. Ron demanded. The Crumple-Horned Snorkack cant fly, said Luna in a dignified voice, but they can, and Hagrid says theyre very good at finding places their riders are looking for. Harry whirled around. Standing between two trees, their white eyes gleaming eerily, were two thestrals, watching the whispered conversation as though they understood every word. Yes. he whispered, moving toward them. They tossed their reptilian heads, throwing back long black manes, and Harry stretched out his hand eagerly and patted the nearest ones shining neck. How could he ever have thought them ugly. Is it those mad horse things. said Ron uncertainly, staring at a point slightly to the left of the thestral Harry was patting. Those ones you cant see unless youve watched someone snuff it. Yeah, said Harry. How many. Just two. Well, we need three, said Hermione, who was still looking a little shaken, but determined just the same. Four, Hermione, said Ginny, scowling. I think there are six of us, actually, said Luna calmly, counting. Dont be stupid, we cant all go. said Harry angrily. Look, you three - he pointed at Neville, Ginny, and Luna - youre not involved in this, youre not - They burst into more protests. His scar gave another, more painful, twinge. Every moment they delayed was precious; he did not have time to argue. Okay, fine, its your choice, he said curtly. But unless we can find more thestrals youre not going to be able - Oh, more of them will come, said Ginny confidently, who like Ron was squinting in quite the wrong direction, apparently under the impression that she was looking at the horses. What makes you think that. Because in case you hadnt noticed, you and Hermione are both covered in blood, she said coolly, and we know Hagrid lures thestrals with raw meat, so thats probably why these two turned up in the first place. Harry felt a soft tug on his robes at that moment and looked down to see the closest thestral licking his sleeve, which was damp with Grawps blood. Okay, then, he said, a bright idea occurring. Ron and I will take these two and go ahead, and Hermione can stay here with you three and shell attract more thestrals - Im not staying behind. said Hermione furiously. Theres no need, said Luna, smiling. Look, here come more now. You two must really smell. Harry turned. No fewer than six or seven thestrals were picking their way through the trees now, their great leathery wings folded tight to their bodies, their eyes gleaming through the darkness. He had no excuse now. All right, he said angrily, pick one and get on, then. H CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR THE DEPARTMENT OF MYSTERIES arry wound his hand tightly into the mane of the nearest thestral, placed a foot on a stump nearby and scrambled clumsily onto the horses silken back. It did not object, but twisted its head around, fangs bared, and attempted to continue its eager licking of his robes. He found there was a way of lodging his knees behind the wing joints that made him feel more secure and looked around at the others. Neville had heaved himself over the back of the next thestral and was now attempting to swing one short leg over the creatures back. Luna was already in place, sitting sidesaddle and adjusting her robes as though she did this every day. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, however, were still standing motionless on the spot, openmouthed and staring. What. he said. Howre we supposed to get on. said Ron faintly. When we cant see the things. Oh its easy, said Luna, sliding obligingly from her thestral and marching over to warzone 2100 android, Hermione, and Ginny. Come here. She pulled them over to the other thestrals standing around and one by one managed to help them onto the backs of their mounts. All three looked extremely nervous as she wound their hands into the horses manes and told them to grip tightly before getting back onto her own steed. This is mad, Ron said faintly, moving his free hand gingerly up and down his horses neck. Mad. if I could just see it - Youd better hope it stays invisible, said Harry darkly. We all ready, then. They all nodded and he saw five pairs of knees tighten beneath their robes. Okay. He looked down at the back of his thestrals glossy black head and swallowed. Ministry of Magic, visitors entrance, London, then, he said uncertainly. Er. if you know. where to go. For a moment his thestral did nothing at all. Then, with a sweeping movement that nearly unseated him, the wings on either side extended, the horse crouched slowly and then rocketed upward so fast and so steeply that Here had to clench his arms and legs tightly around the horse to avoid sliding backward over its bony rump. He closed his eyes and put his face down into the horses silky mane as they burst through the topmost branches of the trees and soared out into a bloodred sunset. Harry did not think he had ever moved so fast: The thestral streaked over the castle, its wide wings hardly beating. The cooling air was slapping Harrys face; eyes screwed up against the rushing wind, he looked around and saw his five fellows soaring along behind him, each of them bent source low as possible into the neck of their thestral to protect themselves from its slipstream. They were over the Hogwarts grounds, they had passed Hogsmeade. Harry could see mountains and gullies below them. In the falling darkness Harry saw small collections of lights as they passed over more villages, then a winding road on which a single car was beetling its way home through the hills. This is bizarre. Harry heard Ron yell from somewhere behind him, and he imagined how it must feel to be speeding along at this height with no visible means of support. Twilight fell: The sky turned to a light, dusky purple littered with tiny silver stars, and soon it was only the lights of Muggle towns that gave them any clue of how far from the ground they were or how very fast they were traveling. Harrys arms were wrapped tightly around his horses neck as he willed it to go even faster. How much time had elapsed since he had seen Sirius lying on the Department of Mysteries floor. How much longer would he be able to resist Voldemort. All Harry knew for sure was that Sirius had neither done as Voldemort wanted, nor died, for he was convinced that either outcome would cause him to feel Voldemorts jubilation or fury course through his own body, making his scar sear as painfully as it had on the night Mr. Weasley was attacked. On they flew through the gathering darkness; Harrys face felt stiff and cold, his legs numb from gripping the thestrals sides so tightly, but he did not dare shift positions lest he slip. He was deaf from the thundering in his ears and his mouth was dry and frozen from the rush of cold night air. He had lost all sense of how far they had come; all his faith was in the beast below him, still streaking purposefully through the night, barely flapping its wings as it sped ever onward. If they were too late. Hes still alive, hes still fighting, I can feel it. If Voldemort decided Sirius was not going to crack. Id know. Harrys stomach gave a jolt. The thestrals head was suddenly pointing toward the ground and he had actually slid forward a few inches along its neck. They were descending at last. He heard one of the girls shriek behind him and twisted around dangerously but could see here sign of a falling body. Presumably they had received a shock from the change of position, just as he had. And now bright orange lights were growing larger and rounder on all sides. They could see the tops of buildings, streams of headlights like luminous insect eyes, squares of pale yellow that were windows. Quite suddenly, it seemed, they were hurtling toward the pavement. Harry gripped the thestral with every last ounce of his strength, braced for a sudden impact, but the horse touched the dark ground as lightly as a shadow and Harry slid from his back, looking around at the street where the overflowing dumpster still click the following article a short way from the vandalized telephone box, both drained of color in the flat orange glare of the streetlights. Porters 5 forces landed a short way away and toppled immediately off his thestral onto the pavement. Never again, he said, struggling to his feet. He made as though to stride away from his thestral, but, unable to see it, collided with its hindquarters and almost fell over again. Never, ever again. that was the worst - Hermione and Ginny touched down on either side of him. Both slid off their mounts a little more gracefully than Ron, though with similar expressions of relief at being back on firm ground. Neville jumped down, shaking, but Luna dismounted smoothly. Where do we go from here, then. she asked Harry in a politely interested voice, as though this was all a rather interesting day-trip. Over here, he said. He gave his thestral a quick, grateful pat, then led the way quickly to the battered telephone box and opened the door. Come on. he urged the others as they hesitated. Ron and Ginny marched in obediently; Hermione, Neville, and Luna squashed themselves in after them; Harry took one glance back at the thestrals, now foraging for scraps of rotten food inside the dumpster, then forced himself into the box after Luna. Whoevers nearest the receiver, dial six two four four two. he said. Ron did it, his arm bent bizarrely to reach the dial. As it whirred back into place the cool female voice sounded inside the box, Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business. Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Just click for source, Harry said very quickly, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood. Were here to save someone, unless your Ministry can do it first. Thank you, said the cool female voice. Visitors, please take the badges and attach them to the front of your robes. Half a dozen badges slid out of the metal chute where returned coins usually appeared. Hermione scooped them up and handed them mutely to Harry over Ginnys head; he glanced at the topmost one. HARRY POTTER RESCUE MISSION Visitor to the Ministry, you are required to submit to a search and present your wand for registration at the security desk, which is located at the far end of the Atrium. Fine. Harry said loudly, as his scar gave another throb. Now can we move. The floor of the telephone box shuddered and the pavement rose up past the glass windows of the telephone box. The scavenging thestrals were sliding out of sight, blackness closed over their heads, and with a dull grinding noise they sank down into the depths of the Ministry of Magic. A chink of soft golden light hit their feet and, widening, rose up their bodies. Harry bent his knees and held his wand as ready as he could in such cramped conditions, peering through the glass to see whether anybody was waiting for them in the Atrium, but it seemed to be completely empty. The light was dimmer than it had been by day. There were no fires burning under the mantelpieces set into the walls, but he saw as the lift slid smoothly to a halt that golden symbols continued to twist sinuously in the dark blue ceiling. The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant evening, said the womans voice. The door of the telephone box burst open; Harry toppled out of it, followed by Neville and Luna. The only sound in the Atrium was the steady rush of water from the golden fountain, where jets from the wands of the witch and wizard, the point of the centaurs arrow, the tip of the goblins hat, and the house-elfs ears continued to gush into the surrounding pool. Come on, said Harry quietly and the six of them sprinted off down the hall, Harry in the lead, past the fountain, toward the desk where the security man who had weighed Harrys wand had sat and which was now deserted. Harry felt sure that there ought to be a security person there, sure that their absence was an ominous sign, and his feeling of foreboding increased as they passed through the golden gates to the lifts. He pressed the nearest down button and a lift clattered into sight almost immediately, the golden grilles slid apart with a great, echoing clanking, and they dashed inside. Harry stabbed the number nine button, the grilles closed with a bang, and the lift began to descend, jangling and rattling. Harry had not realized how noisy the lifts were on the day that he had come with Mr. Weasley - he was sure that the din would raise every security person within the building, yet when the lift halted, the cool female voice said, Department of Mysteries, and the grilles slid open again, they stepped out into the corridor where nothing was moving but the nearest torches, flickering in the rush of air from the lift. Harry turned toward the plain black door. After months and months of dreaming about it, he was here at last. Lets go, he whispered, and he led the way down the corridor, Luna right behind him, gazing around with her mouth slightly open. Okay, listen, said Harry, stopping again within six feet of the door. Maybe. maybe a couple of people should stay here as a - as a lookout, and - And howre we going to let you know somethings coming. asked Ginny, her eyebrows raised. You could be miles away. Were coming with you, Harry, same, pubg mobile pubg mobile agree Neville. Lets get on with it, said Ron firmly. Harry still did not want to take them all with him, but it seemed he had no choice. He turned to face the door and walked forward. Just as it had in his dream, it swung open and he marched forward, leading the others over the threshold. They were standing in a large, circular room. Everything in here was black including the floor and ceiling - identical, unmarked, handle-less black doors were set at intervals all around the black walls, interspersed with branches of candles whose flames burned blue, their cool, shimmering light reflected in the shining marble floor so that it looked as though there was dark water underfoot. Someone shut the door, Harry muttered. He regretted giving this order the moment Neville had obeyed it. Without the long chink of light from the torch-lit corridor behind them, the place became so dark that for a moment the only things they could see were the bunches of shivering blue flames on the walls and their ghostly reflections in the floor below. In his dream, Harry had always walked purposefully across this room to the door immediately opposite the entrance and walked on. But there were around a dozen doors here. Just as he was Porters 5 forces ahead at the doors opposite him, trying to decide which was the right one, there was a great rumbling noise and the candles began to move clashbot. The circular wall was rotating. Hermione grabbed Harrys arm as though frightened the floor might move too, but it did not. For a few seconds the blue flames around them were blurred to resemble neon lines Porters 5 forces the wall sped around and then, quite as suddenly as it had started, the rumbling stopped and everything became stationary once again. Harrys eyes had blue streaks burned into them; it was all he could see. What was that about. whispered Ron fearfully. I think it was to stop us knowing which door we came in from, said Ginny in a hushed voice. Harry realized at once that she was right: He could no sooner have picked the exit from the other doors than located an ant upon the jet-black floor. Meanwhile, the door through strategic thinking they needed to proceed could be any of the dozen surrounding them. Howre we going to get back out. said Neville uncomfortably. Well, that doesnt matter now, said Harry forcefully, blinking to try and erase the blue lines from his vision, and clutching his wand tighter than ever. We wont need to get out till weve found Sirius - Dont go calling for him, though. Hermione said urgently, but Harry had never needed her advice less; his instinct was to keep as quiet as possible for the time being. Where do we go, then, Harry. Ron asked. I dont - Harry began. He swallowed. In the dreams I went through the door at the end of the corridor from the lifts into a dark room - thats this one - and then I went through another door into a room that kind of. glitters. We should try a few doors, he said hastily. Ill know the right way when I see it. Cmon. He marched straight at the door now facing him, the others following close behind him, set his left hand against its cool, shining surface, raised his wand, ready to strike the moment it opened, and pushed. It swung open easily. After the darkness of the first room, the lamps hanging low on golden chains from this ceiling gave the impression that this long rectangular room was much brighter, though there were no glittering, shimmering lights such as Harry had seen in his dreams. The place was quite empty except for a few desks and, in the very middle of the room, an enormous glass tank of deepgreen water, big enough for all of them to swim in, which contained a number of pearly white objects that were drifting around lazily in the liquid. Whatre those things. whispered Ron. Dunno, said Harry. Are they fish. breathed Ginny. Aquavirius maggots. said Luna excitedly. Dad said the Ministry were breeding - No, said Hermione. She sounded odd. She moved forward to look through the side of the tank. Theyre brains. Brains. Yes. I wonder what theyre doing with them. Harry joined her at the tank. Sure enough, there could be no mistake now are coc trophy base with he saw them at red redemption pc quarters. Glimmering eerily they drifted in and out of sight in the depths of the green water, looking something like slimy cauliflowers. Lets get out of here, said Harry. This isnt right, we need to try another door - There are doors here too, said Ron, pointing around the walls. Harrys heart sank; how big was this place. In my dream I went through that dark room into the second one, he said. I think we should go back and try from there. So they hurried back into the dark, circular room; the ghostly shapes of the brains were now swimming before Harrys eyes instead of the blue candle flames. Wait. said Hermione sharply, as Luna made to close the door of the brain room behind them. Go here. She drew with her wand in midair and a fiery X appeared on the door. No sooner had the door clicked shut behind them than there was a great rumbling, and once again the wall began to revolve very fast, but now there was a great red-gold blur in amongst the faint blue, and when all became still again, the fiery cross still burned, showing the door they had already tried. Good thinking, said Harry. Okay, lets try this one - Again he strode directly at the door facing him and pushed it io lordz, his wand still raised, the others at his heels. This room was larger than the last, dimly lit and rectangular, and the center of it was sunken, forming a great stone pit some twenty feet below them. They were standing on the topmost tier of what seemed to be stone benches running all around the room and descending in steep steps like an amphitheater, or the courtroom in which Harry had been tried by the Wizengamot. Instead of a chained chair, however, there was a raised stone dais in the center of the lowered floor, and upon this dais stood a stone archway that looked so ancient, cracked, and crumbling that Harry was amazed the thing was still standing. Unsupported by any surrounding wall, the archway was hung with a tattered black curtain or veil which, despite the complete stillness of the cold surrounding air, was fluttering very slightly as though it had just been touched. Whos there. said Harry, jumping down onto the bench below. There was no answering voice, but the veil continued to flutter and sway. Careful. whispered Hermione. Harry scrambled down the benches one by one until he reached the stone bottom of the sunken article source. His footsteps echoed loudly as he walked slowly toward the dais. The pointed archway looked much taller from where he stood now than when he had been looking down on it from above. Still the veil swayed gently, as though somebody had just passed through it. Sirius. Harry spoke again, but much more quietly now that he was nearer. He had the strangest feeling that there was someone standing right behind the veil on the other side of the archway. Gripping his wand very tightly, he edged around the dais, but there was nobody there. All that could be seen was the other side of the tattered black veil. Lets go, called Hermione from halfway up the stone steps. This isnt right, Harry, come on, lets go. 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Hed never be able to drag his trunk all the way to London. Unless. He looked down at his wand, which he was still clutching in his hand. If he was already expelled (his heart was now thumping painfully fast), a bit more magic couldnt hurt. He had the Invisibility Cloak he had inherited from his father - what if he bewitched the trunk to make it feather-light, tied it to his broomstick, covered himself in the cloak, and flew to London. Then he could get the rest of his money out of his vault and. begin his life as an outcast. It was a horrible prospect, but he couldnt sit on this wall forever, or hed find himself trying to explain to Muggle police why he was out in the dead of night with a trunkful of spellbooks and a broomstick. Harry opened his trunk again and pushed the contents aside, looking for the Invisibility Cloak - but before he had found it, he straightened up suddenly, looking around him once more. 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My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor this eve - The conductor stopped abruptly. He had just caught sight of Harry, who was still sitting on the ground. Harry snatched up his wand again and scrambled to his feet. Close up, he saw that Stan Shunpike was only place purble few years older than he was, eighteen or nineteen at most, with large, protruding ears and quite a few pimples. What were you doin down there. said Stan, dropping his professional manner. Fell over, said Harry. Choo fall over for. sniggered Stan. I didnt do it on purpose, said Harry, annoyed. One of the knees in his jeans was torn, and the hand he had thrown out to break his fall was bleeding. He suddenly remembered why he had fallen over and turned around quickly to stare at the alleyway between the garage and fence. The Knight Buss headlamps were flooding it with light, and it was empty. Choo lookin at. said Stan. There was a big black thing, said Harry, pointing uncertainly into the gap. 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