MTL - 94 Diagon Alley-Chapter 119 Festival

" Harry replied, moving his foot as he spoke to them. Then he felt someone's toe and stepped on it. There was a thin inhalation from behind, He heard that he had stepped on Hermione's foot.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked in a low voice.

"Dumbledore never told you that the reason for your scar was in the Department of Mysteries?" Malfoy scoffed.

"I- what?" Harry said, asking for a moment that he had completely forgotten his plans, "What's wrong with my scar?"

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked again in a low voice behind her, her tone even more urgent than before. The other back-to-back students also pricked up their ears.

"How is this possible?" said Lucius Malfoy with ill will; several Death Eaters laughed again, and under the cover of these laughter Harry was as small as possible He moved his lips and said to Hermione, "Break the shelf—"

"Dumbledore never told you?" Malfoy repeated, "Then that explains why you didn't get here sooner, Potter, the Dark Lord wonders why —”

"—when I say start—" Harry continued in a mosquito-like voice, and Hermione poked the others with a hand behind her.

"—why didn't you come running when he told you in a dream where it was hiding. He thought instinctual curiosity would make you long for accurate information..."

"Really?" Harry said. Behind him, rather than hear, feel Hermione passing his words to the others. He had to find a way to keep the conversation going to distract the Death Eaters. "So he wants me to get that prophecy ball, right? Why?"

"Why?" Malfoy said happily, "because only the person mentioned in the prophecy, Potter, has the right to get it from the Department of Mysteries, this is the Dark Lord using others for He found it when he stole the prophecy ball."

"Then why did he want to steal my divination?"

"It's about the two of you, Potter, it's about the two of you... Haven't you ever wondered why the Dark Lord tried to kill you when you were a baby? "

Gwen felt more and more wrong, it was a bunch of Death Eaters - a bunch of Death Eaters who didn't do anything. Unless they had a habit of speaking before they did something bad, Gwen would think old Malfoy was stalling for time. But what good does it do for him?

Through the eyelet in Malfoy's hood, Harry stared at his half-gray eyes. Was this prophecy the reason Harry's parents died? Is that why he wears his lightning-shaped scar? Are all the answers in your own hands? "Someone made the same prophecy for me and Voldemort?" he said softly, staring intently at Lucius Malfoy, holding the warm glass ball tightly in his hand. It's barely bigger than a golden snitch, and it's still covered in dust. "He asked me to get the prophecy ball for him? Why didn't he get it himself?"

"He'll get it himself?" Bellatrix laughed frantically and screamed, "People have completely ignored the return of the Dark Lord, when he'll walk into magic Ministry? Now they're putting the blame on you, and they're wasting time looking for Dumbledore, and the Dark Lord will expose himself to the Aurors?"

"So he ordered you to do this dirty work for him, didn't he?" said Harry, "like he wanted Stooge to steal the prophecy ball—and Beau Germany?"

"That's right, Potter, that's right..." Malfoy said slowly, "But the Dark Lord knows you're not stupid enough—"

"Start!" Harry shouted.

Six different voices shouted from behind him: "Break to pieces!" The spell flew in six different directions, and the oncoming shelf exploded after being hit, and the towering shelf shook, Hundreds of glass spheres were torn apart, and pearly white figures floated in the air, their voices echoing through the shattered glass and wood chips that had fallen on the floor like a torrential rain no one had ever seen—"Run!" Harry High Shout, the shelf crumbles and more glass **** start falling from it. He grabbed Hermione's robes and dragged them forward, the other arm covering his head, and the large broken shelf and the tiny shards of glass rumbled down on them.

A Death Eater swoops forward through the dust mist, and Harry slams his elbow into his masked face; screams of pain, the roar of shelves collapsing and popping , the broken voices of the prophets released from the glass ball rang strangely.

Ron, Ginny, and Luna darted past him, their arms over their heads, and Gwen cast a loud iron spell over their heads; but there was still Something hit him hard in the face from the side, but Harry just slammed his head down and rushed forward; a hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder and he heard Hermione shout: " Passed out!" The hand was instantly released—they came to the other end of row 97; Harry turned to the right and started running at full speed; he could hear footsteps behind him and Hermione urging Neville; Directly ahead, a door was left open, where they had entered, and Harry could see the bell-glass gleaming light; he sprinted out the door, waiting for the others to quickly cross the threshold before closing the door. It slammed shut, the prophecy ball still held in his hands intact - "Quickly imprison!" Hermione said breathlessly, and the door was sealed with a strange creaking sound.

"They—where are they?" Harry asked breathlessly.

He thought Gwen, Ron, Luna and Ginny were running ahead of them and would be waiting for them in this room, but there was no one here.

"They must have gone the wrong way!" Hermione whispered, panicked.

"Listen!" Neville whispered.

The chaotic footsteps and loud shouts came from behind the door that had just been closed, and Harry put his ear to the door and heard Malfoy Lucius roaring: "Forget Nott , leave him alone, I said—his injury is nothing to the Dark Lord compared to losing the Prophecy Ball. Come back here, Gagson, we're going to get organized! The two of you are searching together, Remember, don't get rough with Potter until you get the Prophecy Ball, everyone else can kill if you need to - Bellatrix, Rudolph, you go to the left; Crabbe, Labstein, go to the right- Gargson, Dolohov, go to the front door—McNeil, and Avery here—Lookwood, go over there—Murseb, follow me!"

"What shall we do?" Hermione asked Harry, trembling all over.

"Well, we can't stay here and wait for them to find us," Harry said. "First, get out of this door."

They ran as lightly as they could past the gleaming bell-shaped glass jar with the tiny little eggs in it, and ran to the other side of the room, where there was a door leading to the circular foyer. As he was about to get there, Harry heard a huge, heavy thing slam into the door that Hermione had just spelled shut.

"Get out of the way!" A voice shouted rudely, "Open the Alaho hole!"

The door slammed open, and Harry, Hermione, and Neville quickly got under the table. They could see the hem of the robes of the two Death Eaters on the floor getting closer and closer, and their steps were fast.

"They may have gone straight down the hall," said the gruff voice.

"Check under the table," said another.

Seeing their knees bent, Harry reached out his wand under the table and shouted, "Pass out!"

A red light hit the nearest Death Eater, who fell back into a grandfather clock, knocking it over; but the other Death Eater jumped aside Hearing Harry's spell, he aimed his wand at Hermione, who was crawling out from under the table in order to aim better.

"Arvada—"

Harry leaped across the floor, threw his entire body around his knees, and knocked him to the ground, his wand misaligned. Neville, eager to help, turned over the table at once; he pointed his wand frantically at the two scuffled together, and shouted, "Except your weapons!"

Harry and the Death Eater's wands got out of their hands and flew towards the back entrance to the Hall of Prophecy; they both quickly got up and chased after their wands, the Death Eater in front, Harry is behind. Neville froze behind, apparently stunned by what he had just done.

"Get out of the way, Harry!" Neville shouted again, obviously trying to make up for the mistake just now.

Harry quickly stepped aside as he aimed again and said the spell.

"Pass out!"

The red light swept the Death Eater's shoulders and hit a closet with a glass front door, and the wall on which the closet was located was full of various hourglasses. The closet fell to the ground, shattered, glass flew all over the place, then the closet bounced back to the wall, undamaged, then fell and shattered—the Death Eater's wand lay on the twinkling clock On the floor next to the shaped glass cover, he grabbed it. When he turned, Harry squatted down to hide behind another table; his mask slid down over his eyes. So he ripped off the mask with his other empty hand and yelled, "Dizzy—"

"Stunned!" Hermione had caught up to them, shouting at her throat. A red light hit the Death Eater's chest: he froze, arms still up, wand snapping