Dusk fell.
Harry buried his head in the Thestral's mane, gloomily thinking about Black's situation.
But Harry could tell that Black had neither yielded to Voldemort's threats nor died.
Because his scar did not hurt too badly.
Whenever Voldemort was happy or angry, his scar would hurt terribly.
Yet tonight, there had not been much of that. But...
Until he saw Sirius, he could not be sure of anything. As the sky grew darker...
Harry could feel the legs gripping the Thestral going numb. Suddenly...
Harry felt the Thestral diving. They seemed to be landing. They saw lights. They saw buildings.
When they finally landed, Harry finally saw the telephone booth.
"Over here!"
He called Darren and the others over.
They all squeezed into the tiny telephone booth together.
Darren's face was pressed tightly against Ginny's. Luna, Hermione, and Ginny crowded around him so tightly that he felt someone brush a hand over his.
This was... thankfully not bad.
By then, Harry had obtained a large handful of badges through the telephone booth and told them all to pin them to their clothes.
Darren took his own badge.
It read: Special Agent, Darren Potter. Purpose: Rescue and Relief Operation! Uh.
He was actually a Special Agent. Still, that was only normal.
Ever since he had obtained that little key, he had received quite a few privileges. Having the title of Special Agent was perfectly normal.
What he needed to worry about now was how to make Sirius fall through the Veil tonight without dying.
Paternal Points or a Fake Card? Or perhaps changing locations?
After all, if Sirius fell through the Veil, it would definitely cost a great many Paternal Points...
Chapter 605: Department of Mysteries!!
Darren calculated silently.
Then, after taking the lift, they finally entered the Ministry of