Harry Potter I Am Death

With a snap, Draco fell to the ground without any reaction.

Ron wrinkled his facial features together: "Oh...it must hurt."

"He can't go, I'll send him back first, you wait for me outside the castle, remember to bring your flying broom, my apparition can't take so many people."

Eli didn't say anything to them about being safe. Although they were a little impulsive, they didn't want to sway in front of the Death Eaters. Now the main thing is to hurry up.

The rest of the people looked at each other, and Neville muttered, "Wouldn't he knock us out on the way?"

"I promise he won't," Hermione explained for Eli. "We have to hurry up."

A group of people have all left the school rules behind, perhaps after experiencing the siege of Umbridge's office, they finally have some sense of mission to punish evil and promote good.

The sound of chaotic footsteps was particularly harsh in Hogwarts at night, and there was a sharp and funny voice shouting behind them.

"The student got out of bed! The student ran out! Does anyone care?"

The group ignored the annoying Peeves at all, this action was of great significance, and they believed that Professor McGonagall would not embarrass them.

Eli was waiting for them at the gate of the castle a long time ago. When he saw a group of people flying out on a broom, he quickly said, "I'll go ahead, you go to the Department of Mysteries by yourself. The prophecy ball of Harry's name is gone!"

"how about you?"

"The Order of the Phoenix has arrangements, we will not let you get hurt, next, we must be safe!"

Eli's expression was very dignified. In this battle, neither side knew the details of the other. For a moment, they didn't know who was telling the truth and who was hiding it.

And Eli couldn't be with Harry and the others, because if he was there, the Death Eaters might hide in the dark and they would become passive.

This action is not only to protect the prophecy ball, they also want to frustrate Voldemort!
Watching the people riding brooms into the air, their figures getting smaller and smaller in the night, Eli turned into a flame and disappeared on the spot.

A group of students on brooms left the range of Hogwarts and gradually entered the range of Muggles.

Flying all the way to London, the neon sounds are incompatible with the few people who magically fly in the sky.

Harry had been to the Ministry of Magic, and he and Ron led a few people to find the entrance.

At this time, the Ministry of Magic could no longer see the staff on duty. It took them some time to break into the Ministry of Magic.

It has to be said that the defense method of the Ministry of Magic is like paper, and a few students can break in.

"Where is the Department of Mysteries?" Several people walked through the square in the center of the Ministry of Magic, and passed a large fountain with a tall golden statue of a wizard. Hermione found that they were most likely to know where the Department of Mysteries was. The person should be Harry.

Harry tried his best to recall the perspectives of those perpetrators in his mind. The pictures were intermittent, but he could still see some logic.

Panting, looking around the place shown in the picture in his mind, Harry finally saw the elevator that looked very familiar.

"We have to go there." Harry pointed away, and the group turned around and ran into the elevator.

"I've been here with my dad, and he has to take this to work every day." Ron looked at the rudimentary elevator and wanted to say something.

"But you don't know exactly how to control it."

Harry's words made Ron a little embarrassed.

After a while of probing, Harry finally saw a familiar exit, "Stop!" he yelled.

The elevator came to a sudden stop, and the inertia caused a group of people to huddle against the iron fence.

"This thing doesn't make sense at all!" Hermione cursed secretly.

Harry looked carefully at the dark passage, and he was very familiar with the row of black tiles around it.

He even squatted down to recall carefully from the perspective of his dream at that time.

"That's it, we have to move forward." Harry stood up and led the crowd into the corridor.

Perhaps because of the decoration, it was very dark here, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the straight, narrow and long corridor.

Far away, they saw some faint fires flickering ahead.

They all carefully held their wands in their hands, for fear that a Death Eater would suddenly appear.

"That's right, this is the road." The appearance here made Harry feel more and more familiar.

They came to a circular room, where there were several doors, all of which were floating and changing positions from time to time, and a torch was lit on each door.

This eerie scene made several students who had just escaped from Hogwarts panic.

"There seems to be words on it." Hermione found the number plate hanging on the door, and she carefully looked closer, "The Hall of the Brain... the Hall of Time... the Hall of Planets... the Hall of Prophecy..."

"We should go to the Hall of Prophecy!"

Several people tried to open the door, but they didn't see the opposite wall, but revealed a dark room with no boundaries.

Looking at the tall shelves inside and the densely placed crystal balls, Harry completely matched the scene in his dream.

"That's right, this is it..."

Harry took the lead, and several people walked in together.

I don't know how big the room is. There is no light source in it, only a fluorescent crystal ball that can't be seen from the side.

No wonder Voldemort wants to ambush here, the dark environment, and the countless crystal balls are perfect for him with a big bald head to hide.

Several people were holding the glowing charm, and Harry looked at the number plates on the shelf one by one.

"93...94...95..." They came to the widest place, like a crossroads.

Harry stood still here: "It should be here..."

According to his dream, Voldemort just captured Sirius here at Elevated 95, but there is nothing here.

It really was an ambush.

Harry was a little flustered. They seemed to be the only living people here, but he knew that there might be Death Eaters and Voldemort hiding in the dark.

They looked around cautiously.

"Harry, this has your name on it," Neville said, pointing to a prophecy ball.

Harry walked over, and this was elevated No. 97, and the place Neville pointed to was indeed written with the words "Harry Potter".

He picked up the prophecy ball, and there seemed to be a thick fog inside, and he saw some flashing influences and faint voices in a trance.

"Ah, I think you should really make a clear distinction between what is reality and what is a dream."

A cold voice made several people point their wands vigilantly, and saw a man in a black robe and a strange mask standing there, holding a cane.