Chapter 333：

"So, we are going to take revenge?" Malfoy asked.

Neville's hand tightened on Marvolo's sword.

Cedric lowered his eyes and looked at the wand he carried.

Jin put his hand on the badge on his chest.

"For John and Heinrich."

The same is true for the other three people. The star badges on their chests are like the clouds and mist in the starry sky, revealing the starlight.

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

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

Fleur's beautiful hair is longer, like a silver waterfall.

Wearing clothing that facilitates movement, and a string of amulets on the wrist.

Under the white swan's neck, there is a sapphire necklace.

Fleur kisses the stars badge and wears 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 that John was my boss earlier, maybe I wouldn't have to get entangled in those trivial things." Fleur smiled confidently, "However, this feeling is not bad."

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

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

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

Percy already had some aura that belonged to a superior person, but he still couldn't put on airs in front of his companions.

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

He knew that there was no one in the Ministry of Magic now, and there was no need to cover up.

The two took the elevator to the Department of Mysteries.

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

"You need to do all this, Percy."

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

Percy began to roar, become angry, and despair.

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

However, everything was stopped by John in the end.

"Only in this way can we complete 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 huge energy, and those taboos are our hope for a comeback."

Percy's shoulders were heavy. 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 undone.

Fleur could see how heavy Percy was, and she patted him on the shoulder.

"John believes in you."

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

"Fleur." The look in Percy's eyes was flowing, and he finally nodded vigorously.

He secretly swore, "Even if I risk my life, I will realize my plan."

When the elevator arrived, the black door was closed at the end of the black corridor.

The two 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 inevitably be reprimanded."

"But it's a smart idea." He praised, and immediately saw the door spinning.

He found exactly where he wanted to go.

Time Hall.

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

Everyone seems to think that John Wick and Johnny Silverhand hate Voldemort deeply.

He sent out Star Disciples to hunt down Death Eaters and offered massive rewards.

The desire for revenge can be seen by everyone.

Dumbledore thought so.

Barty Crouch Sr. thinks so.

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

That is a more difficult thing than killing a living being.

Simple death won't stop the famous Johnny Silverhand from using himself as bait.

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

That’s why time is a restriction, and the consequences are irreversible.

The Ministry of Magic's management of it is very strict, extending to the time turner, with hundreds of laws targeting its use.

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

This golden cup never seems to be full, and the golden sand falls into it and disappears.

Soon, a golden hourglass disappeared.

Then came the second, third...

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

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

Fleur stared at a bird. It flew high into the sky, rapidly aged and fell, turning into an egg when it reached the bottom.

The eggshell shattered, and the bird grew rapidly from a fledgling to fly again.

It's like a never-ending cycle of the same things happening again and again.

Fleur couldn't help but get goosebumps.

And just a door away from the Time Hall.

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

The ceiling is as high as a church, and the shelves are equally high.

The glass ball was placed on it, emitting the same dim light as the circular room.

Harry and 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 saw Sirius in his dream was in row 97, and now they are in row 53.

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

His friends had already held the wand in their hands, and upon hearing this, they all prepared their combat postures.

Raising their wands, they looked back from time to time, for fear of someone coming from behind.

Row 84, Row 85...

There are small yellowish labels inserted under the glass **** on the shelf. Some of the glass **** sparkle like a strange liquid, while others are dull.

Harry was careful and listened carefully to every slightest movement.

But nothing could be heard. Could it be that Sirius had been tortured to the point of being unable to speak?

Or...

Sirius is dead.

Harry's mind was in a state of confusion, and he hurriedly reassured himself that he wouldn't.

While he was thinking wildly, Hermione's voice rang out.

"Ninety-seven." Hermione reminded Harry in a low voice.

They gathered at the end of the row of shelves and looked at the aisle next to them. No one was there.

Harry's mouth went dry and he said, "He's at the end here. You can't see clearly from here."

He didn't dare to think that he had made a mistake. Could it be that it was just a dream like Hermione said?

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

If discovered...

He wanted to prove that he was right, so he took the lead and shuttled between the elevated shelves where the glass **** were placed.

"He should be around here." He said, as if Sirius might appear on the floor with every step he took. "He's 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, so he said, "It's right here, somewhere."

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

There was no one, just 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. He didn't dare to look at other people's expressions because he felt so sad.

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

Now tell him that his dream was wrong.

There was nothing wrong in the first place. It was his workmanlike attitude that led them to be caught by Umbridge and come to the Ministry of Magic.

He didn't dare to face it.

"Harry?" It was Ron calling him this time.

"What's the matter?"

Harry didn't want to talk to Ron, let alone 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, let alone suggest going back, but said: “Did you see this?”

He pointed at a glass ball on the shelf. Harry thought it was some clue trace left by Sirius here, so he came over with cheerful steps.

That's a glass ball, not a clue.

Harry was disappointed and didn't understand why he was allowed to watch it.

Ron pointed to the small label on the glass ball and said, "It has your name on it."

Harry leaned in to take a look. Because he was shorter than Ron, he had to crane his neck.

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

Harry stared blankly, why did he have his own name?

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

Then Ron glanced at the others. His name was not there, nor was anyone else's.