[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

Sirius and James ran side by side through the long corridors of the Ministry of Magic, robes fluttering behind them.They were short on time, and there was no time for more meaningless and ineffective exchanges, but Sirius still seized the time and praised James for his heroic actions just now.

"Nice job, James!" he exclaimed. "What a perfect transfiguration! If I were Professor McGonagall, I'd give Gryffindor fifty points, and I'd give you a special award for your own special contribution to the school— You perfectly made an evil magical creature take her form!"

"Thank you, Sirius, I think so too." James sprinted forward, holding his wand in his hand to observe the movement around him, and took the time to respond to him, "I can consider writing to Professor McGonagall after I get back, really Let her think about it. Although there is a high probability that she will not adopt this suggestion, and will write back to say that I will give it a pass, she can secretly add points to Harry, such as the button that he will become very beautiful someday. Yes, or because the action of stepping into the classroom with the left foot first is handsome enough... Who is over there? Come out!"

He cut himself off suddenly, pointing his wand that way and snapping.Years of searching for clues abroad and evading the Death Eaters' capture made his reconnaissance ability extremely good, one step faster than Sirius, a well-trained Auror.

But Sirius also pointed his wand there in the next second, and he narrowed his eyes.

"More than one person," he said. "The breathing is messy. Three people, or more? Who's there? It's kind of funny if they want to ambush us. Why, the Ministry of Magic is so popular now to attack people without signing the decree." What? What were we arrested for? Turning Umbridge back to his original form?"

His wonderful question was not answered, and the other party was silent for a moment after hearing their voices, and a head poked out directly from behind the corner hidden on the opposite side.

Both James and Sirius opened their mouths, staring at the head in surprise.

"Harry?!" James looked at his son in shock and gasped, "Your head shouldn't be in the Ministry of Magic—not any part of your body, shouldn't you be at school now? ?You drank aging pills?! And some weird disguise... Oh my God, are you Harry? You become a little strange in the familiar, maybe your mother wakes up and sees you will be This feeling."

"Uh..." Harry didn't know how to explain it to him for a moment, Sirius put down his wand and walked towards them.

"Ron and Hermione next to you?" he asked. "Don't put on that surprised look, I know it's your good friends, and James and I call each other when we do bad things. Of course, we do Those things are not as outrageous as yours, and we didn't show up in the Ministry of Magic during school."

"How did you get here?" James asked, walking over quickly as well, pushing them forward. "We're looking for Eli—too late, said the road."

After listening to the three children on the road about their great adventure that night, both Sirius and James expressed their heartfelt emotions.

"You are a bit beyond our imagination, Harry." Sirius commented, "We just hope that although you were raised by Eli, your style of acting can still be closer to James, but I think you have surpassed James. Well, maybe Eli played a part in it too. He's a man who, though he's usually careful and careful, occasionally makes a big one out of nowhere, and you've obviously inherited your uncle's astonishing traits. trait."

"How's Uncle Eli?!" Harry asked eagerly, "We heard from Uncle Sean—(Shaun will tell you? Sirius questioned)—well, heard Uncle Sean and Deng Principal Bullido said that Uncle Eli will be interrogated early today. What's the result now? We have distributed leaflets to many wizards, and everyone is still gathering outside the Ministry of Magic to wait for the results—”

"It's bad," James said gravely, sharing the latest tension with them.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione gasped.

"Where will Professor Smith be hidden by the Ministry of Magic?" Hermione asked in a panic. "I've seen dementors in the book, and the book says that they are a strange species that feed on people's happiness. Azkaban, dementors can suck people's souls—"

"Yes, people have always considered them to be extremely threatening creatures." Sirius said with a gloomy face, "But after hearing your description, I suddenly feel that they are not so frightening, compared with Voldemort , they sound much cuter."

"Is Voldemort in... Uncle Eli's dream now?" Harry asked anxiously, worry gripping his heart deeply, "He must not be doing well now, no wonder my scars are always getting worse lately." pain……"

"Your scar hurts?" James and Sirius asked him in unison, both staring at Harry with questioning and concern.

"Yes, it hurts all the time." Harry didn't expect them to care about this very much. He was almost used to the pain, and it wasn't too severe recently compared to before, but it was more frequent.

He hesitated for a moment, but described his feelings to his father and godfather truthfully, and James and Sirius exchanged glances.

"What did Dumbledore say earlier?" James confirmed to Sirius.

"There seems to be a special connection between Harry's scars and Voldemort," Sirius said. "He emphasized that this is just speculation, but we all know that his guesses are always amazingly accurate."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Harry asked immediately. "Uncle Eli isn't safe right now, and I'd love to find him as soon as possible...I'd love to help!"

"Do you have any particularly strong feelings, Harry?" James asked him, "Like that Christmas, some images suddenly appeared in your mind, and then we found the wonderful scene of Voldemort's infighting based on those images." .”

Maybe not.Harry frowned and shook his head, rubbing his forehead in trouble.

Since Voldemort's appearance, his scar has been aching from time to time.At first, it was very severe, and he couldn't bear it at all. When the pain started at night, he would even be woken up suddenly by the pain. It reached its peak at that Christmas time. The pain seemed to go deep into the soul, and it seemed to tear him in half.

He told the trusted adults, and he also had some guesses about the situation, thinking that the pain in the scar should indeed be related to Voldemort.When the pain is particularly strong, it is probably when his state changes greatly?For an inexplicable reason, it affected him and made him suffer along with it.

But I don't know when, probably in the last few months... His pain suddenly eased a lot.

Although the pain became more frequent, he became more and more tolerable.From the very beginning, the pain was so painful that he couldn't stand up, curled up on the ground, and gradually there was only a throbbing feeling of blue veins that seemed to be restless.If he happened to be writing a dissertation (especially a Potions dissertation), the pain from this scar would be so completely mixed into his headache that it could be almost ignored.

Is it because his tolerance is higher than before?Harry didn't know what was going on.He also thought it was a good thing before, but at this moment, he began to be annoyed by the increase in his endurance, and wanted to clear his brain through severe pain, so as to see something about Voldemort.

Please, please.He begged fate helplessly in his heart, I need my scar to hurt now, I want to find my uncle...he is hidden somewhere, I want to rescue him safely, the time is urgent, please be sure...be sure Make my scar ache, let me see Voldemort...

He knew that there was nothing he could do at the moment, the pain from the scar was never under his will, and he just subconsciously pleaded in his heart.But I don't know what kind of magical power there is, the scar seems to be responding to his request, and after a few months, it hurts violently again.

Harry's eyes turned black with pain, and he swayed a bit, almost unable to stand up.Four hands supported him at the same time, and they watched in amazement that his eyes were suddenly closed, his face was pale, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"I... saw..." said Harry with difficulty, gasping for breath with a splitting headache, "he was... Uncle Eli was... a place with many doors, and he was in one of them ..."

A place with many doors?James froze for a moment, and Sirius gasped suddenly.

"Department of Mysteries!" he cried, "I know where—come with me!"

Several other people looked at him, and then reacted quickly, James picked up his son on his back, and they ran after Sirius' footsteps.

"They have a clue—catch them!" Petunia said eagerly, her high heels had been thrown off, and she ran forward with bare feet, even Remus and Tonks were left behind by her for a moment.They came here following the sound, just in time to hear Sirius shouting, and when they came over, they only saw their backs running forward.

"Why do I seem to see Harry? And Ron and Hermione?" Remus asked suspiciously while running, seeking answers from his companions.

"Me too," said Tonks. "It's cool—sorry, I mean, it's too bad, they should be in school—no, I'll say it anyway, it's cool! They're amazing !"

They followed in the footsteps of Sirius and his group, and ran towards the Department of Mysteries.Through the closed door deep in the secluded corridor, the twelve doors of the Department of Mysteries appeared before them.

"The third door!" Harry said, holding on, and the closer he got to the Department of Mysteries, the more painful the scar seemed to be tearing open.He almost had the illusion that Voldemort was trying his best to prevent him from bringing people here, but another force was resolutely protecting him, sheltering him and approaching here firmly.

"Let's go in - eh, Petunia? Remus? Tonks? How are you... Never mind, it doesn't matter. Oh, Remus, well done, I forgot I could use the Patronus to inform Dumbledore and Others... let's go in!"

Under Hermione's reminder, they marked the door and rushed into the third door. Eli Smith was indeed here, floating in mid-air unconsciously, almost silently.

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