HP Dual Masters and I had a blast in Hogwarts.

Chapter 303 The Vanishing Sirius

"Alright." Since there aren't many young wizards awake yet, I'll leave Sirius's place now.

Everything is planned now, and we're just waiting for Severus to receive notification to implement the plan.

We spent the day peacefully, and Severus, Sirius, and I spent the next few days in a very ordinary manner.

Until today, Severus pulled me, who had just finished class, into his cellar.

“Ayers, I received a message from Riddle that we need to find a way to get Harry to the Ministry of Magic this afternoon.” Severus handed me a letter as soon as he locked his door.

"It's finally started." I took the letter and began to read it carefully.

The letter stated that Severus should take Harry Potter to the Ministry of Magic to retrieve the prophecy orb, while Lucius Malfoy would meet Riddle there.

“Isn’t Riddle’s arrangement just pushing you into the open?” I said to Severus after reading the letter.

“Not really. He didn’t explicitly require me to bring Harry over. He just wanted me to bring Harry over as he requested, which was the same thing.” Severus played word games with Riddle.

"Then don't show yourself yet. Just follow Harry as I plan." I lit a flame with my wand and burned the letter.

"Okay, be careful." Severus knew that the plan was about to be implemented.

“This is a letter I wrote a long time ago to carry out the plan. Make sure Harry sees it, and ideally lure him to bring people from Sirius’s fireplace to the Ministry of Magic. Now I’ll take Sirius to the Ministry of Magic and wait for you.” I handed a handwritten letter to Severus.

"Remember, you mustn't let Harry know that you gave it to him, or he won't believe you," I reminded him again.

Then he grabbed his outer robe and hurried off to find Sirius.

Severus clutched the still-warm letter I had handed him tightly in his hand.

I quickly went to Sirius's office and saw him writing and drawing on his desk again as soon as I entered.

“It seems it’s time for me to go with you.” Sirius immediately put down his quill, picked up his wand and robe.

"Come on, just follow me." I held out my hand to him.

"Okay." Sirius truly trusted me unconditionally and took my hand.

I took out a door key, and in an instant, we both disappeared into his office.

Severus drank Polyjuice Potion and became a minor wizard, then handed Harry the letter I had written.

Harry was initially a little confused when he received the letter, but after opening it, he immediately rushed to his friend's office.

Meanwhile, some of Harry's friends from Gryffindor saw the trio hurrying by and, being nosy, followed along to see what had happened.

As a result, a small group of people rushed to Sirius's office, but they didn't see Professor Black. Except for Harry, who knew what had happened, everyone was whispering among themselves.

"What do we do? What do we do? Sirius Black really isn't here." Harry anxiously flipped through Sirius's desk.

"Harry, what happened?" Ron asked curiously, seeing Harry's anxious expression.

“Yes, Harry, don’t panic. Tell us what happened first.” Hermione was the most rational of them all, and she could tell that Harry’s anxiety must be related to Sirius Black.

“Sirius has been taken away. They want me to go to the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic to get a prophecy orb with my name on it.” Harry’s breathing became rapid and heavy. His fingers gripped the letter tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if he wanted to crumple the paper into dust.

Anger and fear mingled within him, and he felt as if his chest was about to burst from the surging emotions.

Sirius was like the warmest light in his life, but now he had been taken away by Riddle's men and used as a bargaining chip to threaten him.

His temples throbbed, and the image of Sirius being tortured seemed to flash before his eyes, causing him to let out a suppressed growl.

“It’s all because of me,” Harry suddenly roared at the air, his voice filled with self-blame and resentment, “He always puts himself in danger to protect me!” He paced back and forth, his steps disordered and hurried, like a trapped beast.

Hermione and Ron wanted to go over and comfort him, but he stopped them with a gesture.

Harry's eyes were bloodshot, filled with determination and madness. "I have to go, no matter how dangerous it is. I can't let Sirius get hurt because of me." His voice trembled slightly, yet it conveyed an undeniable firmness.

Fear spread through his heart, but his concern and guilt for Sirius had already crushed that fear into dust. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind—to save Sirius at all costs, even if the abyss ahead was one of no return.

“Harry, don’t panic. We should go and inform Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall first.” The rational Hermione didn’t lose her composure like Harry.

“Yes, Harry, we should find the professor and explain the situation first. It’s too dangerous for us to go to Sirius Black.” This time, Ron also felt that going directly to the Ministry of Magic was not a good idea.

"No, it's too late. Their letter clearly states that I must go immediately, or Sirius will be in danger." Harry was frantic. If Hermione and Ron hadn't been there to stop him, he would have tried to get to the Ministry of Magic on his own.

“Harry, calm down. Even if we’re going to rescue Sirius, we need to know how to get there,” Fred, who had come along, said.

"Also, can a few of us students really defeat Death Eaters?" Although George and the others had studied with me for a while, they had never actually fought against Death Eaters.

"Besides, could this be a trap? With Sirius's strength, who could possibly take him away from Hogwarts?" The clever Hermione analyzed a lot of things in no time.

"That leaves only Ayers and Professor Snape," Fred said truthfully.

“The problem is, there’s no way to verify whether this method is reliable or not right now.” George stroked his wand, the tip drawing several faint blue streaks in the twilight.

Ron scratched his messy red hair, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously. "Harry, whatever you say goes. I'll go with you." His wand pouch was still hanging crookedly at his waist, clearly not yet properly tidied.

Harry gripped his wand tightly, the textured surface of the handle digging painfully into his palm.

The clock at the end of the corridor ticked away, its bronze hands almost pointing to the appointed time.

Hermione's plan kept swirling in her mind. Suddenly, she stared intently at the fireplace in Sirius's office—through the fireplace to the Ministry of Magic, using Floo Powder's directional teleportation ability.

"Harry, do you remember how to get to the Ministry of Magic through the fireplace?" Hermione asked Harry thoughtfully, staring at the fireplace.

“I know.” Harry looked at the fireplace through Hermione’s gaze.

“Let’s set off like this then. I’m worried about you going alone.” Hermione walked to the fireplace and picked up Floo Powder.

“That’s too risky.” Harry suddenly looked up, his emerald eyes showing a hint of disapproval as he looked at his friend.

“The Ministry of Magic is a den of vipers. I might have a chance if I go in alone, but you…” His voice suddenly choked as he saw Ron’s clenched fist and George’s hand stroking his wand behind his back.

“As your best brother, how could I let you go on an adventure alone?” Ron said, trying to sound casual.

"I don't trust you to go. You'll be in great danger without me." As the smartest of them all, Hermione couldn't possibly let just a few of them go.

“George and I are definitely going with them. We’ve been trained by Ayers, so we’re not afraid of those Death Eaters,” Fred said, putting his arm around George’s shoulder.

“Harry, we’re here too. How could we let you go on an adventure all by yourself?” Several of Harry’s close friends planned to go to the Ministry of Magic together.

“You…” Harry’s Adam’s apple bobbed violently, and his emerald eyes glistened with a thin layer of water.

The shadows of Fred and George's shoulders intertwined, casting wing-like shapes on the wall, reminding him of the time they fought side-by-side on the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch.

Those carriages filled with Weasley's jokes, those midnight sneaking into the kitchen to steal a bite—all of these now transform into a scalding wave crashing against my eyes.

"Did you really memorize all the spells Ayers taught you?" he asked in a hoarse voice, his tone like parchment licked by flames.

Harry's friends were all ready to go. Ron was already wrapping the edge of the Invisibility Cloak around his wand, Neville was spinning the Longbottom family heirloom ring at lightning speed, and Ginny even pulled out her secretly hidden vomit candy—a detail that made Harry suddenly burst out laughing, a nasal laugh mixed with bitterness and heat.

A spark suddenly burst from the embers in the fireplace, illuminating the uneven resolve of the group.

He took a deep breath, swallowed all the advice that rose to his tongue, and instead pointed to the low-hanging silver moon outside the window: "Once we rescue Sirius, I'll treat you to all of Honeydukes's stock."

Fred suddenly snapped his fingers, conjuring up a completely black wizard's hat and placing it on Harry's head: "Deal! But if you dare to back out, we'll move Honeyduke to Hogwarts and make Peeves the cashier!"

Harry knew that the wizard's hat he was wearing was a defensive hat that Ayers had given to Fred, and now that Fred had put it on him, he felt warm all over.

George was already crouching by the fireplace, pouring road powder into his palm. The greenish powder flowed between his fingers like phosphorescence. "According to Hermione's calculations, we need to stomp our feet three times at the same time while chanting the spell." When he looked up, the freckles behind his ears flickered in the firelight. "Ready?"

Harry's fingers traced the scorching metal edge of the wizard's hat before finally landing on Neville's hand, which was gripping the wand.

The boy's palms were sweaty, yet he gripped the Longbottom family ring tightly.

“Remember,” his voice suddenly became unusually calm, as it had been when everyone gathered to learn spells, “use this immediately if you encounter danger.” He tossed a string of coins marked with an “S,” the metallic clanging remarkably clear in the silent room.

This is a protective shield coin that Ayers gave him to give to his friend.

Suddenly, sparks from the fireplace shot up three feet high, casting long, thin shadows of everyone.

Ginny tiptoed and stuffed vomit candy into everyone's pockets: "If any Death Eaters dare to come near, let them have a slug feast."

Her red hair danced in the firelight, like a flame that would never go out.

Harry took a deep breath of the air mixed with the burnt smell of Floo powder and slammed his wand on the ground: "British Ministry of Magic."

The emerald green flames instantly engulfed everyone. Amidst the howling wind, he heard George's cheers and Ron's coughs, as well as his own heart pounding like a drum—a sound more resolute than any spell.

In contrast to the tense atmosphere on Harry's side, the aroma of tea was rising in the Ministry of Magic's lounge where Sirius and I arrived via the Portkey.

Sirius reclined on the dark green velvet sofa, the sound of his silver teaspoon clinking against his porcelain cup clear and pleasant: "I never imagined the Ministry of Magic would hide such a paradise."

He sipped the rose and jasmine tea that Butler Chen had just brewed, the hem of his long black trench coat neatly folded over his knees, and the silver teaspoon made a restrained arc as he twirled the cup, as if he were hosting an afternoon tea party in Grimoire Square.

Percy sat in a carved ebony chair, discreetly cutting lemon cake with a silver fork, crumbs falling onto his impeccably pressed suit trousers. "Strictly speaking, this is a special area not registered by the Ministry of Magic. If it weren't for Ayers using his privileges to open the hidden passage..." His words were swallowed by the sweet aroma of the cake, but his eyes behind his glasses warily scanned the magical runes embedded in the walls.

Arthur Weasley's old leather shoes rustled on the thick carpet as the red-haired wizard stuffed his third gingerbread into his mouth, his mustache still smeared with icing sugar. "Merlin's mustache! I've been searching through the files of the Department of Mysteries for twenty years and I never knew there was such a wonderful place hidden there!" His calloused fingers unconsciously rubbed the bronze candlestick on the table, the candlelight casting a warm amber hue on the wrinkles around his eyes.

Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, casting dappled shadows on the three people.

"By the way, Ayers, you didn't invite me here just for tea and snacks, did you?" Sirius took a sip of his floral tea and looked at me curiously.

"Oh dear, I almost forgot about the important matter." I put down my teacup and took out a crystal ball, handing it to Butler Chen who was standing behind me.

"Butler Chen, could you please play it for me?" I pointed to a blank wall and asked Butler Chen to operate it there.

"Yes, young master." Butler Chen took the crystal ball from my hand, walked to a secluded spot where no one was sitting, squatted down, and performed some operations.

A beam of light shot out from the crystal ball, and a wisp of white mist suddenly appeared in front of the blank wall.

Then they gather in the air to form a group of people and objects.

“These are Harry and the others.” Sirius put down his teacup and stared intently at the scene revealed by the white smoke.

“It looks like they’re going somewhere through the fireplace,” Percy said, staring intently.

“And it seems it’s not just Harry and his friends; the rest of our family are also going somewhere.” Mr. Arthur Weasley noticed that his other children, who were studying at Hogwarts, seemed to be going somewhere with Harry as well.