Hogwarts's Master of Mind

Harry pulled his head back, his eyes red.

"Hermione, I have to go to the Ministry of Magic. Sirius has been captured!"

"We'll go with you!" Hermione made the decision immediately.

"No, you stay in school, I..." Harry broke away from Hermione's hand and prepared to go alone.

However, Hermione slapped him and calmed Harry down.

"When will you realize that we are partners!"

"Indeed." A sweet voice appeared.

A lame toad was blocking the door of her office, and behind her, members of the investigation team walked in with their wands pointing at Ron, Luna and Ginny.

Harry was grabbed by Umbridge and pressed into a chair in the office.

"Go ahead." Umbridge seemed like a winner, enjoying her fruits.

"What?" Harry pretended to be confused.

"Your plan to attack the Ministry of Magic, and that old lunatic Dumbledore, and where the hell is that bastard Prewett hiding!"

Umbridge grabbed Harry by the collar and growled at him.

"Acting Headmaster, why did you summon me?" Snape walked in.

"Oh, dear Severus, I want to ask if you have any truth serum in your hand. There are a few little thieves here." Umbridge lifted Harry's face with her wand.

"I'm sorry, I've run out of truth serum. It's enough for ten little wizards that Marietta confessed to having confessed," Snape reminded her.

"Oh, unless you want me to poison him, which I assure you I'd be only too happy to do."

Snape used Occlumency to create an eager expression.

"Oh, that won't do. The situation is a bit sensitive right now and we can't allow a murder to happen." Umbridge also showed a regretful expression.

Then Snape turned and left.

"Since there is no truth serum, it seems that I can only use the Cruciatus Curse. Cornelius will understand me."

Umbridge walked forward and placed Fudge's picture upside down on the table.

She took out her wand, and a deep red light appeared at the tip of the wand.

"Harry, tell..." Hermione was about to speak, but someone broke in.

"Argus?" Umbridge looked at the newcomer curiously.

Filch: "..."

"What's the matter?" Umbridge continued to ask in the face of Filch's silence.

"Nothing, ma'am." Filch bent down.

"That's good." Umbridge nodded and continued to look at Harry.

"Expelliarmus." A spell came from behind Umbridge.

The spell lightning struck the ceiling of the office, splitting it into six pieces and knocking away Umbridge and the wands of the investigation team.

“!!???” Question marks appeared in the minds of everyone present.

"Transformer!" Umbridge's eyes were filled with horror.

"Come here quickly." Filch shouted to Harry and the others, and they hurried to Filch's side.

Filch pulled out a cowboy hat and put it on his head.

A monocle hanging on the outside of the pocket on the chest of his leather jacket actually gave off a different meaning.

At this moment, Filch was full of confidence. He was no longer the old Squib in school who protected himself with barbed words, but a wizard - Filch.

"Mr. Prewett asked me to say hello to you." Filch said with a slight smile.

"You!" Umbridge tried to rush towards her wand.

Unfortunately, she was not as fast as Filch. Six well-refined Stunning Spells knocked Umbridge and several other members of the investigation team unconscious.

"Filch, you..." Hermione's eyes were full of inquiry.

Due to the blockade by the Ministry of Magic, not many people knew what Mrs. Figg did at the interrogation desk of the Ministry of Magic that day.

News about the Transformers was restricted to a select few in the wizarding community, so Hermione was extremely curious about Filch's sudden ability to cast spells.

"Before he left, Mr. Prewett told me to protect the little wizards in the school." Filch smiled at them.

"Aiden!" Harry caught the key words, "Can you contact him?"

"I'm sorry, but no. When Mr. Prewett left, he seemed to have locked up his prayers, so we can't find him." Filch shook his head.

"Prayers?" Ron asked. He felt that he couldn't take in so much information.

"Okay, I still have to deal with Umbridge and the others."

Filch didn't reveal any more information. He went in, used a spell to lift Umbridge up and walked towards the Forbidden Forest.

Harry and the other six looked at each other, and Neville came out to ask a question.

"So, how do we get to London?"

"No, I'm grateful to you, but maybe I should walk the rest of the way by myself." Harry passed by the other five people.

"Dumbledore's Army was established to fight Voldemort!" Neville grabbed Harry.

"Maybe you don't have to face this alone, mate." Ron also spoke up.

Harry thought for a moment and asked, "So, how should we get to London?"

"Of course we fly over there." Several people smiled.

They ran all the way to the place where Hagrid trained the Thestrals, picked a few of them, and rode them to London.

They went to the red telephone boxes between the Houses of Parliament and Downing Street and marked the rescue mission on badges issued at the visitor's passage.

Diving all the way down, they arrived at the ninth floor, passed through a complex circular hall, and crossed an extremely long corridor.

Harry finally arrived at the room at the end of the corridor, pushed open the door, and saw a pile of silver-white prophecy balls behind it.

Harry came to row 95 according to his memory. He looked left and right, but could not find Sirius at all.

"He should be here!" Harry felt something was wrong.

However, the prophecy ball on the side attracted his attention, and he reached out and took the prophecy ball.

His connection with the ocean of collective subconsciousness was infinitely magnified, and he heard the prophecies spoken by millions of people through the mouth of Trelawney.

'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will emerge, and the Dark Lord will mark his opponent with his own hand.

However, he possesses powers unknown to the Dark Lord, and only one of them can exist.'

As Harry was absorbed in the prophecy, Hermione's voice called him back.

"Harry!"

Harry turned around and saw a Death Eater in a black robe approaching them. The Death Eater took off his mask and it was Lucius Malfoy.

"You should learn to distinguish between dreams and reality. What you see is just what the Dark Lord wants you to see!"

Lucius started to babble for some reason, "Give me the prophecy now."

"If you do anything to me, I'll break it!" Harry frowned.

"Ha, he's really good at playing, what a cute kid." A crazy voice sounded.

"Bellatrix Lestrange!" Neville pulled out his wand and pointed it at her.

"Oh, dear Longbottom, I remember you are also a pureblood. Are your parents okay?" Bella spoke to Neville provocatively.

"I think they'll be good!"

Neville wanted to cast a spell, but Harry blocked him.