Jon had disappeared for a while.
No one knew where he had gone except for Dumbledore and Grindelwald. Grindelwald didn't know much about it. He only knew that Jon had taken Laura away. As for what they were going to do, he only knew that it was related to Dumbledore.
Recently, Dumbledore had become more and more mysterious. It seemed that he was preparing for something and was even unwilling to tell him about it.
However, if Dumbledore was willing to do something, Grindelwald would never stop him. After all, Dumbledore would never be in danger.
He was fully prepared for Dumbledore's nirvana, so even if Dumbledore was seeking death now, there wouldn't be any problem. As long as something happened to Dumbledore, he would immediately go to Dumbledore's side and take away Dumbledore's soul.
Then, Dumbledore would come back to life. To be honest, Grindelwald was looking forward to this situation.
However, looking forward to it was just looking forward to it. He couldn't deliberately push it.
However, Jon had really been gone for too long.
There was one thing that Jon wasn't wrong about. The flow of time in his space of consciousness was indeed different from the outside world, but he had misjudged the extent of this difference. When most of the time was put into someone else's space of consciousness, his own perception of time in the outside world would also have problems.
Fortunately, Wizard's body wouldn't suffer any harm because he didn't absorb energy for a period of time.
But during the time he was away, a lot of things happened.
Dumbledore left the school and hid in the dark. Hermione couldn't get instructions from Jon and had to prepare for some things by herself. Most importantly, the Hogwarts' current situation wasn't very good. If it weren't for Filch, Harry and the others would have been targeted.
Today, they were facing a more important matter.
"The mysterious man caught Sirius, right?"
Inside the Forbidden Forest, Ron asked.
They had just dealt with Umbridge and were now planning to leave.
"Yes."
'And I'm sure he's alive, but I don't know how we're going to get there and save him. '
Everyone was silent and looked very worried.
The difficulties they faced seemed insurmountable.
"Then, we can only fly over, right?"
Luna spoke in a flat tone that Harry had never heard before.
"Alright."
"First of all, if we count you in, this' we 'won't be able to do anything. Second, Ron's the only one of us whose broomstick isn't being guarded by the troll guards, so —" Harley said irritably, turning to face her. "First of all, if we count you in, this' we 'won't be able to do anything.
"Yes, but you can't go with me."
Ron replied angrily.
"I'm sorry, but I care about Sirius' life as much as you do!"
Ginny said. Then she lowered her chin and suddenly looked surprisingly like Fred and George.
"You are too —"
Harry opened his mouth, but Ginny interrupted him excitedly.
"I'm three years older than you were when you fought against the Unknowns and protected the Philosopher's Stone. I was the one who attacked Malfoy and trapped him in Umbridge's office —"
"Yes, but —"
"We are all members of the D.A.," Neville said softly. "The D.A. was established to fight against the Unknowns, right? This is the first time we have a chance to participate in a real battle. Otherwise, is it just a game? "
"No — of course not —"
Harry said impatiently.
"Then we should go too," Neville said straightforwardly. "We want to do our part."
"That's right."
Luna said with a happy smile on her face.
Harry and Ron looked at each other.
He knew that Ron's thoughts were exactly the same as his. If he wanted to choose a member of the D.A. to save Sirius with him, apart from himself, he would definitely choose Ron and Hermione, not Jenny, Neville, or Luna.
"Well, it doesn't matter anyway," Harry said through clenched teeth. "Because we don't know how to get there yet —"
"I think we've solved that problem," Luna said irritatingly. "Let's fly!"
"I say," said Ron, almost losing his temper, "you may be able to fly without a broomstick, but we don't have wings, and whenever we do, we'll-"
"Other than using the Flying Broom, there are other ways to fly."
Luna said calmly.
"So we're going to ride on the back of a Crooked Snorter or whatever?"
Ron asked.
"Crooked Snorters can't fly," Luna said sternly. "But they can. Hagrid said they're very good at finding what their riders are looking for."
Harry turned and saw two nightwalkers standing between two trees, blinking their white eyes timidly as they watched the secret conversation, as if they could understand every word that was being said.
"Great!"
He whispered and walked over to them.
They shook their reptilian heads and their long black manes flung back. Harry reached out his hand and patted the shiny neck of the nearest Nighthawk.
How could he have thought them ugly before?
"Is that one of those crazy horses?"
Said Ron dubiously, staring at the spot a little to the left of the Nighthawk's body that Harry was patting. "The ones that only people who've seen the dead can see?"
"Yes."
Said Harry.
"How many?"
"Only two."
"Oh, but we need three," said Hermione.
Hermione said. She was still trembling, but she was as determined as ever.
"Four, Hermione," said Ginny, frowning.
"In fact, I think we need six," said Luna.
Luna said calmly as she counted.
"Don't be silly, we can't all go!"
Said Harry angrily. "Look here, you three —" he pointed to Neville, Ginny and Luna. "You three can't go. You can't —"
There were more protests at once.
Harry's scar was throbbing harder again. Every minute of their delay was precious; he had no time to argue.
"Well, very well, it's your choice," he said hastily. "But unless we can find more Nighthawks, you can't —"
"Oh, there'll be more coming," said Ginny confidently.
She was glad that Ron was looking sideways in the wrong direction. It was obvious that her expression had made him think she was looking at the horses.
"Why do you think that?"
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