MTL - 94 Diagon Alley-Chapter 118 Festival

dust. They stared intently at the ball in his hand. Then, behind them to the right, a languid voice sounded. "Very well, Potter, now turn around slowly and give it to me."

Sudden shadows appeared around them, blocking their way; the eyes of these men gleamed in the crevices of their hoods, twelve pointed Shining wands aimed at their hearts.

Gwen held her breath in horror. At that moment, she understood what was the crushing of strength - their seven underage wizards came to the Ministry of Magic so recklessly, and now it seems that someone gave them - to be precise, Harry - set. A few of them seem to be self-defeating prey, and I am afraid that no matter how much struggle, they will end up being caught in the end.

"Give it to me, Potter." Malfoy Lucius repeated slowly, palms up. Gwen's heart sank suddenly. They were surrounded, and the other side was twice as many as they were.

"Give it to me," Malfoy said again.

"Where is Sirius?" Harry asked. Several Death Eaters laughed, and among the dark figures on Harry's left, a harsh female voice said triumphantly: "The Dark Lord always predicts things!"

Gwen and Hermione looked at each other secretly, and saw fear and worry in each other's eyes, I am afraid that these people are the food that escaped from Azkaban not long ago Dead Apostles.

"Always," whispered Malfoy, "now, give me the orb, Potter."

"I want to know where Sirius is!"

"I want to know where Sirius is!" said the woman to Harry's left parroting.

She and her fellow Death Eaters came a little closer, just a few feet away from Harry and them, dazzled by the light from their wands.

"You took him," said Harry. He ignored the panic that had risen inside him, and the fear he had been trying to dispel ever since they first stepped into row 97. "He's here. I know he's there."

"The little baby was woken up by the fright, thinking that the dream was real." The woman said in a disgusting voice like a baby. Harry noticed Ron move beside him.

"Don't do anything." Harry muttered, "Not yet—"

The woman who learned to speak laughed in a hoarse voice. "Did you hear it? Did you hear it? He's giving orders to the other kids as if he's going to attack us!"

"Oh, you don't know Potter as well as I do, Bellatrix." Malfoy said softly, "He's got some heroism. A big weakness; the Dark Lord knows that about him. Now give me the orb, Potter."

"I know Sirius is right here," said Harry, though the panic tightened his chest and made him feel like he couldn't breathe properly , "I know, you caught him!"

More Death Eaters laughed, the woman laughing the loudest. "It's time for you to understand the difference between reality and dreams, Potter," Malfoy said. "Give me the orb or we'll have to use the wand."

"Okay, then come on." Harry said, raising his wand to his chest, while Ron, Hermione, Gwen, Nana Wei, Ginny, and Luna's six wands were raised beside him. Harry's heart tightened. If Sirius really wasn't here, he was leading his friend to a senseless death...but the Death Eaters didn't attack.

"Hand over the Prophecy Ball, there's no need to hurt anyone," Malfoy said coldly.

It was Harry's turn to laugh. "Yeah, that's right!" he said. "I'll give you this—the prophecy ball, won't you? Then you'll let us sneak home, won't you?" Then he screamed: "The Prophecy Ball -" Harry was already prepared for her: before she could finish the spell, Harry shouted: "Armor!" Although the glass ball slipped onto the tips of his fingers , but he still managed to catch it.

"Gee, he's pretty playful, little Potter," she said, furious eyes staring at the gap in the hood "Very well, then—".

"I told you. Don't!" Malfoy Lucius yelled at the woman, "In case you break it—!"

Harry thought quickly. These Death Eaters want this dirty glass ball. He is not interested in this. He just wanted to get everyone out alive and make sure his friends didn't pay dearly for their stupidity... The woman left her accomplice, came over, and ripped off her hood. Azkaban makes Bellatrix. Lestrange's cheeks were sunken, gaunt and bony, but there was a look of excitement, frenzy.

"Do I need to persuade you more?" she said, her chest heaving violently. "That's fine, grab the youngest one," she told the Death Eater next to her. "Let him see how we tortured this little girl. I'll do it."

Harry noticed the others approaching Ginny; he took a step to the side and stood right in front of Ginny to block her, holding the prophecy ball up to the chest. Gwen and Ron clung to Ginny's back, and the children formed a circle.

"If you want to deal with any of us, you have to break this one," he said to Bellatrix, "If you don't Take it back, I don't think your master will be very happy, will he?"

She didn't move, just stared at Harry and licked her thin lips with the tip of her tongue.

"So," said Harry, "what kind of prophecy is this?"

Gwen thought Harry couldn't think of anything else, so he kept talking. Neville's arm was pressed against his, and he could feel Neville shaking, and he could feel someone breathing rapidly into the back of his head. He hoped they were all actively thinking of ways to get out, because his mind went blank.

Whose brain is not blank? Gwen was controlling her muscles almost mechanically now, otherwise she would have collapsed to her knees immediately. She recalled her experiences in previous years—basilisks, werewolves, dementors, what were they? What she really feared were people—living, but inhuman, dark wizards. In fifth grade, she only had to face a little Crouch, and the only thing she needed to do was stay away from him. Gwen felt so weak and so timid when there were a dozen or so real Death Eaters in front of him. She didn't want to duel these people at all, she just hoped that Harry - yes, she had given her hope to a boy younger than her - would be able to escape with them.

"What kind of prophecy?" Bellatrix repeated, the grin on her face fading, "You're kidding, Harry. Potter."

"No, I'm not kidding," Harry glanced over the Death Eaters, searching for a weak link, one that would allow them to escape Void, "Why does Voldemort want it?"

Several Death Eaters let out low hisses of dissatisfaction.

"You dare to call him by his first name?" whispered Bellatrix.

"Of course," Harry still held on to the glass ball firmly, in case someone else was enchanted to take it away, "Yeah, I said this There's nothing wrong with the name, V-"

"Shut up!" Bellatrix screamed, "How dare you say his name out of your humble mouth, how dare you use Defile it with your **** tongue, how dare you—"

"Did you know he's a **** too?" Harry said without hesitation. Hermione whispered in his ear. "Voldemort? Of course, his mother was a wizard, but his father was a Muggle—did he keep telling you he was purebred?"

"Passed out—"

"No!"

A red light shot from the tip of Bellatrix Lestrange's wand, but Malfoy's spell deflected it, hitting the On a shelf a foot away to Harry's left, some glass **** were shattered.

Two ghostly, pearly white figures, fluttering like smoke, stretched out from the shards of glass falling on the floor and spoke. Their voices rose and fell, and only a few words could be heard amid the shouts of Malfoy and Bellatrix.

"Don't attack, we need Prophecy!"

“How dare he—how dare he—” Bellatrix screamed incoherently, “he’s standing there—dirty bastard— "

"Wait till we get the Prophecy Ball!" Malfoy shouted.

Gwen squinted. How ironic that this woman scolds a filthy **** while giving her soul to another really filthy half-blood fiend. What made her even more curious was that, despite Malfoy's use of the prophecy ball as an excuse, Gwen thought he was really not interested in Harry's life - to be bolder, Gwen thought Malfoy at least hoped Harry would leave the Ministry alive. .

The two figures emerging from the shattered glass ball melted into a thin gas and disappeared without a trace, leaving only a glass shards. However, they gave Harry an idea. The question is how to tell other people what he thinks.

"You haven't told me what's so special about this prophecy," said Harry, stalling for time. He slowly moved his foot to the side, trying to touch someone else's foot.

"Don't play tricks with us, Potter," said Malfoy.

"I'm not playing tricks.