Come.

Yaxley was confused and turned around to find the source of the commotion.

He saw a disembodied hand pointing a wand at him, and hurried to pull out his own wand, but it was too late.

"Collapse!"

Yaxley slid to the ground and curled up into a ball.

"Harry!"

"Hermione, if you think I'm going to sit here and watch her pretend-"

"Harry, Mrs. Cattermole!"

Harry turned around quickly and threw off the Invisibility Cloak.

Under the stage, the dementor had come out of the corner and was floating towards the woman tied to the chair.

I don't know whether it's because the guardian angel has disappeared, or because they feel that their master has lost control. They seem to be unscrupulous.

Mrs. Cattermole screamed in terror as a large, slimy, crusted hand grasped her chin and pulled her face back.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

The silver stag rose from the tip of Harry's staff and leaped towards the dementors. They retreated and melted into the shadows.

The silver deer jogged around the room, its light stronger and warmer than the cat, filling the whole court.

"Take the Horcrux."

He ran down the steps, stuffing the invisibility cloak into his bag, and came to Mrs. Cattermole's side.

"you?"

She looked at his face and whispered: "But - but Reggie said it was you who submitted my name for review!"

"Yeah?"

Harry muttered, tugging at the chains on his arms: "Oh, I changed my mind. Fall apart!"

no response.

"Hermione, how do you get rid of these chains?"

"Wait a minute, I'm doing something-"

"Hermione, we are surrounded by dementors!"

"I know, Harry, but if she wakes up and finds the locket is gone -

I have to copy one...make a pair!

Okay...she shouldn't be able to tell this way..."

Hermione rushed down the steps.

"Let's see... I'm so relieved!"

The chains jingled into the armrests of the chair, and Mrs. Cattermole still looked very frightened.

"I do not understand."

"You have to get out of here with us," Harry said, pulling her up: "Go home, take your children and run away. If that doesn't work, flee out of the country and escape in disguise.

You see what's going on now, you can't get justice here."

"Harry," Hermione said, "There are so many dementors at the door, how can we get out?"

"Patronus."

Harry pointed his wand at his own Patronus: the silver stag slowed, still shining brightly, toward the door.

"The more the merrier, call out yours too, Hermione."

"Call the gods - call the gods to protect you."

Hermione said nothing appeared.

"That's the only spell that's a little difficult for her,"

Harry said to Mrs Cattermole who was completely stunned.

"It's a bit unfortunate... Come on, Hermione..."

"Call the gods to protect you!"

A silver otter jumped out from the tip of Hermione's wand and swam gracefully through the air toward the silver stag.

"Walk."

Harry led Hermione and Mrs. Cattermole toward the door.

As the patron saint floated out of the courtroom, the crowd waiting outside screamed.

Harry glanced around. The dementors on both sides were retreating, blending into the darkness, and were dispersed by the silver spiritual beings.

"Now it's decided, you all go home and hide with your families."

Harry said to the Muggle-born wizards who were dazzled by the light of the Patronus and still shrank a little.

"If possible, go abroad, far away from the Ministry of Magic.

This is the - er - new official position.

Now, as long as you follow the patron saint, you can escape from the hall."

They reached the top of the stone staircase without encountering any obstruction.

But as he walked towards the elevator, Harry became worried.

He couldn't help but feel too conspicuous if they followed a silver stag and a silver otter into the hall, along with twenty or so people, half of whom were accused Muggle-born wizards.

Just as he came to this unpleasant conclusion, the elevator door in front of them clanged open.

"Reggie!"

Mrs. Cattermole cried out, throwing herself into Ron's arms: "Runcorn set me free, knocked Umbridge and Yaxley unconscious, and told us all to flee the country.

I think we should do this, Reggie, really. Go home and get the kids—why are you so wet?"

"water,"

Ron muttered and broke free: "Harry, they know someone broke into the Ministry of Magic. It seems there is a hole in Umbridge's office door.

In that case, I think we still have five minutes—"

Hermione's Patronus vanished with a pop, and she turned to Harry in shock.

"Harry, if we are trapped here, we..."

"Not if you act quickly."

Harry turned to the group of people behind him who were staring at him dumbfounded.

"Who has a wand?"

About half raised their hands.

"Okay, if you don't have a wand, find someone with a wand to follow.

We need to move quickly - before we are blocked by them.

let's go."

Everyone piled into the two elevators. Harry's patronus stood guard in front of the golden gate. The doors closed and the elevator began to rise.

At the same time, outside the Ministry of Magic, Stephen waved his hand, and the wizards from the Magic Research Society began to disappear one by one. Most of these people were Muggle-born wizards. During this period, the Magic Research Society had been responsible for protecting and

Hide these people.

Their mission today is not to fight, because it is unnecessary and it is not time yet. Their mission today is to disrupt the Ministry of Magic.

"Looks like it's time for us to go, Uncle Cattermole. It's almost time."

Reggie nodded, watched Stephen put on a gray cloak, and then apparated back to the Ministry of Magic with him.

Ministry of Magic.

elevator.

"The eighth floor,"

The witch said in a cold voice: "Main hall."

Harry knew immediately that he was in trouble.

There were many people in the main hall, walking around in front of the fireplaces, closing the fireplaces.

"Harry!"

Hermione screamed: "How do we—"

"stop!"
To be continued...