The Shopkeeper of All Worlds in the British Wizarding World

Chapter 439: Invasion of the Ministry of Magic

"Harry, what's going on?" After finishing dinner, Ryan and Hermione rushed to the common room and found Harry. At this time, everyone else was eating downstairs. The empty common room. Only Ron, Ginny and the twins stood beside Harry, while Harry fell on the sofa, looking very unhappy.

"I heard from Ginny that Harry had the nightmare again after dinner." Hermione approached Ryan and whispered, "Then Harry went to find Professor McGonagall, but Professor McGonagall asked him to wait for news here quietly and refused to let him leave the school."

"Professor McGonagall is right, we can't afford another person to go missing, not to mention that this kidnapping seems a little unusual--" But Ryan was interrupted by Harry before he could finish his words.

"But now my only relative is missing, and I must find him. I know that Professor McGonagall, Professor Dumbledore and even Lupin have good intentions in letting me stay here, but Sirius means something completely different to me than to them. They may abandon Sirius for my safety. After all, it's not like no one in the Order of the Phoenix has sacrificed their lives before. I can't just sit here and do nothing. Not to mention that I think Voldemort already knows that I'm watching him, and this dream at noon is his warning to me. If I don't show up in the Department of Mysteries again, Voldemort will most likely kill Sirius."

"If this is your decision, please let me go with you." Ginny stepped forward first, and she looked at Harry's astonished face. "You don't think I will allow you to face this alone, do you?"

"Yes, and us. We are adults now and there are things we should do." This was the answer from the Weasley twins.

"I'm your best friend, how could I let you take risks alone?" Ron continued.

"Well, although I still think it's a bit stupid to do this. But you alone are obviously not enough." Ryan was also ready to go to the Ministry of Magic. After all, he had been coveting those good things in the Department of Mysteries for a long time. This time he finally had a chance to sneak in and he must not let it go. Not to mention he was worried about what would happen if things changed and Harry died?
"I told you that I will follow you on your future adventures." Hermione squeezed Ryan's hand firmly and looked at him.

"Listen, this is my business. You don't--" Harry didn't even finish his sentence before several people protested. His scar hurt more sharply again, and Harry realized that every minute they delayed was precious; he didn't have time to argue.

"Okay, that's great, this is your choice," he said hastily, "but the problem is that all external communication channels of Hogwarts are now monitored by that old woman Umbridge, and we don't have enough flying brooms. How can we get to London?"

"It's simple," Ryan said. "Fred and George have found a secret passage to Hogsmeade. Once we get to town, we can use the fireplace in the Weasleys' Joke Shop branch there to Floo directly to the main store in Diagon Alley."

"In that case, let's go now." Harry was eager to take everyone with him. However, Ryan and Hermione asked to go upstairs to make some preparations. When Ryan came down, he found that only Hermione was waiting for him wearing the leather armor under her school robes.

"Where's Harry?" "They left first."

At this moment, Hermione immediately recognized the box in Ryan's hand. "You brought the rose crystal with you. Is the situation so bad now?"

"It's worse than you think." Ryan said, taking out the meteorite amulet that could block a killing curse and hanging it around Hermione's neck. "So I just called all the sisters of Rose Crystal here, and now they are all in the box. This time the mysterious man has set up such a big plan, it must not be a small fight, we will face a war."

Starting from the secret passage behind the one-eyed witch statue, Ryan and Hermione arrived at the Weasley's Joke Shop in Hogsmeade an hour later. Before leaving, they left a letter to Professor McGonagall to inform her of the situation, hoping to get support from the Order of the Phoenix. Ryan didn't think that they, a group of young wizards, could confront Voldemort and a large group of Death Eaters head-on.

Ryan and Harry met up in the backyard of Weasley's Joke Shop in Diagon Alley. After taking a batch of magic props from the second floor to arm themselves, they took the subway to a bleak street. There were only a few shabby-looking offices, a tavern and a dump truck that was almost overflowing. The only bright spot was the shabby red telephone booth on the street.

"Here we are." Harry pointed out the guest entrance of the Ministry of Magic. Ryan looked at the watch on his wrist and found that it was 8:30 in the evening. The people in the Ministry of Magic should have gone off work. Sure enough, when they took the elevator from the red telephone booth with badges on their chests and entered the Ministry of Magic, the hall was empty. There were no security guards as expected.

"That's not right. There should be someone on duty at the Ministry of Magic even at night." Ryan muttered. "Guys, I think we'd better get our wands ready, and everyone should try to pay attention to the surrounding situation."

The others nodded, and as soon as the lift stopped, seven people ran at full speed down the hall, wands raised, their footsteps echoing in the hall. Apart from that, the only sound in the hall was the constant rush of the golden fountain, which gushed from the wands of wizards and witches, the arrows of centaurs, the tips of goblin hats and the ears of house-elves into the circular pool.

"I can feel that Sirius is still alive..." After rushing into the elevator, Harry felt the pain on his scar again. But at the same time, he also learned about Sirius' current situation. He endured the pain and pressed the number nine button, and the fence slammed shut. The elevator made a clattering sound, which was very harsh. But no one came out to check the situation.

As the lift stopped the cold female voice said, "Department of Mysteries." The gates opened and they stepped out into a corridor where there was no movement except for the flickering of the nearest torches in the draught of air stirred up by the lift.

Harry turned towards the plain black door he had seen only in dreams for months, and now he was there at last.

"It's here." He whispered, leading everyone forward along the corridor. The remaining six people followed him while vigilantly observing their surroundings.

"I think we should keep an eye on those two people keeping watch outside or something." Standing in front of the door, Harry suddenly said to the others.

"Don't be stupid." Ryan stared at Harry. "The mysterious man and his lackeys should be lying in ambush somewhere here. There is no point in us dispersing except for them to defeat us one by one."

"Okay." Harry originally wanted to ask a few people to stay away from the battlefield, but after hearing what Ryan said, he realized that everyone now had no choice.

He turned to the black door and walked towards it... Just as in the dream, it opened. He stepped over the threshold, and the others followed.

They were standing in a huge round room. Everything here, including the ceiling and floor, was black; there were identical black doors without marks or handles evenly set on the walls around them, and some candles with blue flames dotted the walls. The cold, flickering candlelight was reflected on the polished marble floor, making the floor look like a calm and deep water.

Ryan, who came to the end, closed the door, and the mechanism in the room was activated. With a loud rumbling sound, the candle began to move to the side. The circular wall began to rotate. For a few seconds, the wall rotated rapidly, and the blue flames blurred around them into a blue band of light. Then, as suddenly as it began, the rumbling stopped and everything returned to calm.

In Harry's dream, he always walked through the house without hesitation, came straight to the door opposite the entrance, and then continued to walk forward. But here, unlike in the dream, there are 12 doors. It is likely that this is a security measure to confuse the intruder's judgment and buy enough time. But for Harry who needs to save people, this is a difficult obstacle.

"I think we'll try these doors," he said hastily. "I'll know the way when I see that house. Come on."

(End of this chapter)