All the heavens began with Huo Yi

When the atmosphere became extremely tense, some sobbing could even be heard from the restaurant lobby.

at last.

A first-grader stood up from Hufflepuff's table.

Sue recognized the child; she had called on her in class a few days ago. Her father was an ordinary person, while her mother was a junior employee at the Ministry of Magic.

"Senior, I...I beg you, please save my mother."

As the girl spoke, more and more children began to cry.

After all, the wizarding world is only so big. If you really think about it, aren't all the staff of the Ministry of Magic and the students here related by blood or marriage?

It's just a matter of distance or closeness.

Even some young wizards from Muggle families were moved to tears by the atmosphere.

"Quiet!!!"

Professor McGonagall slapped the table.

The shouts silenced all the students, but occasional sobs could still be heard.

"professor!"

Now it was Harry's turn to perform.

"I want to take a leave."

"Why?" Professor McGonagall asked cooperatively.

"I want to go to the Ministry of Magic!"

Harry's words caused an uproar in the crowd, with many students marveling at his noble character.

However, there are also people who don't want Harry to go.

There was a sound.

Draco slapped the table, climbed over his family's long table on a stool, and came to stand in front of Harry.

"Are you fucking crazy, Harry?"

Draco grabbed Harry by the collar and questioned him.

"No, I was just going to rescue people."

Harry looked at Draco, and although he knew Draco was genuinely worried about him, he had to admit that Draco shouldn't have stepped forward at this time.

Putting aside other things, many young wizards from former wizarding families, and those with relatives working at the Ministry of Magic, were already looking at Draco with resentment.

"How could Voldemort possibly keep his promise? You need to wake up!"

After Draco finished speaking, he looked at the professors' seats: "Professors, I think this must be Voldemort's conspiracy. I hope Harry can be confined to his quarters."

"Enough, Draco!" Harry shoved Draco. "Many people are trapped in the Ministry of Magic. Don't interfere with my decisions! You have no right to do so."

After Harry finished speaking, he ran out of the restaurant lobby by himself. Draco watched Harry leave, unsure whether to chase after him or not.

Draco's girlfriend, Astoria, rolled her eyes repeatedly. That damn Draco isn't even putting on an act anymore, flirting with his ex-girlfriend right in front of her—what kind of behavior is that?

In a fit of anger, Astoria threw down her knife and fork and stormed out of the restaurant.

"Go after them!" Hermione said, patting Draco's arm.

"Should we go after Harry?" Draco asked Hermione.

Draco had barely finished speaking when he angrily retorted, "Idiot, Hermione sent you to chase after Astoria, so naturally I'm the one to go and get Harry."

Looking at the small theater below the stage, Su Er smiled and ate two more pieces of melon. If this content were put into "Old Uncle Mediation", it could probably be made into four episodes.

…………

On a dark and windy night, Harry rode his Nimbus 2000 through the sky.

Everything is proceeding smoothly and according to plan.

However, a voice soon came from behind.

"Harry!"

"Draco!"

Harry looked at Draco, who was getting closer, in shock: "How did you get here?"

“Firebolt, much faster than your Nimbus!” Draco caught up with Harry and said, “I’ve already explained to Astoria that I’m here to help you, but only as a friend.”

“No, I mean, you shouldn’t have come.” Harry was speechless. “It was a scheme, Draco. I really did come to save people this time.”

"What?" Draco looked at Harry, momentarily puzzled.

“The professors had a detailed plan, otherwise how could I have flown out on a broomstick?” Harry said, waving his hand. “Go back, Draco, I have an alchemical artifact that guarantees you won’t die.”

Also, be devoted to Astoria. The whole school knows about our foolish actions, and she definitely knows too. Don't hurt her, okay?

“Fuck, of course I know. I already said I came as a friend.” Draco retorted, “Astoria is wonderful, I like her.”

I knew I didn't expect you to exclude me from the plan, Harry, we're friends, right?

"Of course! As long as you don't have any intention of sleeping with me, we'll always be friends!"

“Don’t worry, as long as you’re not Harley, I won’t do anything to you. Let me do you a favor!” Draco said, slightly hunching his back. “I’ll say 1, 2, 3, and then we’ll switch brooms. Firebolt will be faster. You haven’t played Quidditch in a while, so your Quidditch skills shouldn’t be rusty!”

“Fuck, I just stopped playing Quidditch this semester, less than a week ago!” Harry retorted, then hunched over.

As Draco finished counting down, the two switched modes of transportation while speeding along.

"Thank you, Draco."

“It’s okay, I’ll tell my dad and he’ll come help!” Draco shouted as he watched Harry continue forward.

"Thank you!"

Harry's words carried on the wind to Draco's ears. Draco watched the receding figure and sighed, "I knew Firebolt was much faster than Nimbus. It's a pity we can't have a showdown this year."

After muttering to himself, Draco Apparated back to the Malfoys' ancestral home.

After placing Harry's Nimbus 2000 in the corner behind his door, Draco found Lucius and Narcissa.

After telling his parents about the situation, Draco added two more members to the Ministry of Magic's rescue plan.

As night deepened, Harry finally arrived at the Ministry of Magic's gates—the red telephone booth.

"It should be right here."

Harry had never been to the Ministry of Magic before, so he could only find the entrance by following the professors' descriptions.

Although there are FlooNets in the form of flush toilets, those things are really disgusting. What if someone happens to poop in them while you're teleporting?

Then we'll really be facing a real crisis.

"Whoo~"

Harry clenched his fist, opened the phone booth, and stepped inside.

Out of caution, he glanced outside. Seeing that no ordinary people were passing by, he made a slight wave of his wand, and Harry disappeared into the phone booth in the dead of night.

At the entrance to the Ministry of Magic, Harry stepped into the center of a giant "w" tile.

Many Ministry of Magic employees walked along the wide road with expressionless, lifeless faces.

In order to survive, they had no choice but to obey Voldemort.

After all, they couldn't gamble on whether Harry Potter would be willing to come and save them, and they all had families at home.

Only a small number of hardened individuals still refused to bow down to Voldemort.