HP Approaches the Magic World

"My name is not on the shelf,"

Ron said confusedly: "There's no one else's name either."

"Harry, I don't think you...should touch it."

Hermione screamed as Harry reached over.

"Why shouldn't it?"

He said, "It has something to do with me, doesn't it?"

"No, Harry."

Neville said suddenly.

Harry glanced at him, and Neville's round, sweaty face shone slightly, as if he could no longer bear any more uneasiness and anxiety.

"My name is written on it."

Harry thought to himself: What the hell, I'm going to risk it anyway, so he grabbed the dirty little ball.

He had expected it to be cold, but on the contrary, it felt as if it had been left in the sun for hours, as if it were being warmed by its own radiance.

Harry was looking forward to, even hoping that something dramatic would happen, hoping that something exciting would make their long and dangerous journey finally worth something. He took the glass ball off the shelf.

Stare at it.

Nothing happens.

Five other people came over and stood around him, and he brushed away the thick dust on the surface of the glass ball with his hands.

They stared intently at the ball in his hand, and then, behind them to the right, a lazy voice sounded.

"Very well, Potter, now turn slowly and give it to me."

…

Dumbledore hid in the darkness and watched everything that happened in the Department of Mysteries with cold eyes.

Now is not the time for him to come out, and most importantly, Jon is not here.

He had already sent people to look for him, but the news they came back with was that he couldn't find it.

If it cannot be found, it means that Jon is doing something important now, and even Grindelwald has not returned any good news.

I didn't expect that he would reach this stage and have to take matters into his own hands.

But since it is for the sake of the overall situation, working is not a big deal for him. After all, he has nothing to do now.

"Principal, should we take action now? That prophecy ball...if Voldemort gets it, something might happen."

Dumbledore shook his head.

Now is not the time.

"Have all the people arrived?"

"It's all hidden in the dark, and it will appear immediately if you move your hands."

"Then just wait."

…

Harry was very panicked.

Because not long ago, he heard an eerie voice, and this voice was somewhat familiar.

Moreover, when the sound suddenly appeared, many black shadows appeared around them at the same time, blocking the way on both sides of them;

The men's eyes sparkled in the slits of their hoods, and twelve glowing-tipped wands were aimed at their hearts;

Ginny was so frightened that she held her breath.

"Give it to me, Potter."

Malfoy Lucius repeated slowly, holding out his hand, palm up.

Harry's heart sank suddenly. They were surrounded, and there were twice as many people as them.

"Give me."

Malfoy said it again.

"Where is Sirius?"

Several Death Eaters laughed, and among the dark figures on Harry's left, a harsh female voice said proudly: "The Dark Lord always knows what's going on!"

"always,"

Malfoy echoed in a low voice: "Now, give me the Prophecy Ball, Potter."

"I want to know where Sirius is!"

"I want to know where Sirius is!"

parroted the woman to Harry's left.

She and her fellow Death Eaters moved closer, now only a few feet away from Harry and the others, and the bright light from their wands dazzled Harry.

"You captured him."

Harry said. He ignored the panic rising in his heart and the fear he had been trying to dispel since they first stepped into row 97.

"He's here. I know he's here."

"The little baby was so frightened that he woke up and thought what he dreamed was true."

The woman said disgustingly in a baby-like voice.

Harry noticed Ron moving next to him.

"Don't do anything."

Harry muttered, "Not yet—"

The woman who imitated him laughed in a hoarse, harsh voice.

"Did you hear that? Did you hear that? He was giving orders to the other kids, as if he was going to attack us!"

"Oh, you don't know Potter as well as I do, Bellatrix."

Malfoy said softly, "He has a great weakness for heroism, and the Dark Lord knows that. Now give me the Prophecy Ball, Potter."

"I know Sirius is here."

Harry said, even though the panic made his chest tighten and made him feel like he couldn't breathe normally, "I know, you caught him!"

More Death Eaters laughed, and the woman laughed the loudest.

"It's time for you to understand the difference between reality and dreams, Potter."

Malfoy said coldly: "Give me the prophecy ball quickly, otherwise we will use the wand."

"Okay, come on then."

Harry said as he raised his wand to his chest, and at the same time, the five wands of Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny and Luna also raised on either side of him.

Harry's heart tightened. If Sirius really wasn't here, then he was leading his friend to a needless death...

But the Death Eaters did not attack.

"Hand over the prophecy ball, there is no need for anyone to get hurt."

This time it was Harry's turn to laugh.

"Yeah, that's right!"

He said: "I'll give you this - the prophecy ball, right? And then you let us sneak home quietly, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the female Death Eater screamed: "The prophecy ball flies——"

Harry was already on guard against her. Before she could finish reciting the spell, Harry shouted loudly: "Armor for protection!"

Although the glass ball slipped on the tip of his finger, he still managed to catch it.

"Oh, he's pretty good at playing, little Potter."

She said, her furious eyes glaring through the cracks in her hood: "Very well, then -"

"I told you. Don't do this!"

Lucius Malfoy yelled at the woman, "What if you break it—"

Harry quickly calculated that these Death Eaters wanted this dirty glass ball, which he had no interest in.

He just wanted to take everyone out alive.

The woman left her accomplice, came over, and pulled off her hood.

Azkaban made Bellatrix Lestrange's cheeks sunken, making her look haggard and emaciated, but full of excitement and enthusiasm.

"Do you need any more advice?"

She said, her chest rising and falling violently.

"That's good, grab the little guy,"

She told the Death Eater next to her, "Show him how we tortured this little girl."