HP Approaches the Magic World

Harry noticed that other people were surrounding Ginny. He took a step to the side, standing in front of Ginny to block her, and raised the prophecy ball to his chest.

"If you want to deal with any of us, you're going to have to break this."

He said to Bellatrix, "If you go back without it, I don't think your master will be very happy, right?"

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?"

He couldn't think of what to do and could only keep talking.

Neville's arm was pressed tightly against his arm, and he could feel Neville trembling, and he could also feel someone breathing rapidly at the back of his head.

He hoped they were all actively thinking of ways to escape, because his mind went blank.

"What kind of prophecy?"

Bellatrix repeated, the grin gradually disappearing from her face.

"Are you kidding me, Harry Potter?"

"No, I'm not kidding," Harry's eyes glanced over each Death Eater, trying to search for a weak link, a gap through which they could escape, "Why does Voldemort want it?"

Several Death Eaters let out low hisses of dissatisfaction.

"You dare to call him by his name?"

Bellatrix whispered.

"Of course," Harry still held the glass ball firmly to prevent anyone from using magic to snatch it away, "Yeah, I have no problem saying the name, Vol-"

"Shut up!"

Bellatrix screamed:

"How dare you speak his name from your vile lips, how dare you sully it with your bastard tongue, how dare you—"

"Did you know he's a bastard too?"

Harry said without hesitation, Hermione moaned softly in his ear, obviously her heart was palpitating very badly.

"Voldemort? Of course, his mother is a wizard, but his father is a Muggle. Has he always told you that he is a pure wizard?"

"Fainted——"

"No!"

A beam of red light shot from the tip of Bellatrix Lestrange's wand, but Malfoy's spell deflected it and hit some glass spheres on a shelf a foot to Harry's left.

Was beaten to pieces.

Two ghostly, pearly-white figures, floating like smoke, stretched out from the shards of glass that had fallen to the floor, and spoke.

Their voices came and went, and among the shouts of Malfoy and Bellatrix, only fragments of words could be heard.

"At the solstice there will be a new..."

An elderly figure with a beard said.

"Don't attack, we need the prophecy ball!"

"How dare he - how dare he -"

Bellatrix screamed incoherently, "There he is - the filthy bastard -"

"We'll wait until we get the prophecy ball!"

Malfoy shouted.

"…No one will come after that…"

said the figure of the young woman.

The two figures emerging from the broken glass ball dissolved into thin gas and disappeared without a trace, leaving only glass fragments on the floor.

However, they gave Harry an idea, the problem was how to tell other people about his idea.

"If you want me to give you the ball... you haven't told me yet what's so special about this prophecy."

Harry said, stalling for time. He slowly moved his feet to one side, trying to reach the other people's feet.

"Don't play tricks on us, Potter."

"I'm not playing tricks."

Harry replied. He moved his foot while talking to them. Then, he felt someone's toes, so he stepped on them, and there was a sharp inhalation sound behind him.

He could tell he had stepped on Hermione's foot.

"What's wrong?"

Hermione asked softly from behind, looking very cautious.

"Did Dumbledore never tell you that the reason for your scar was hidden in the Department of Mysteries?"

"I-what?"

Harry said, for a moment he had forgotten all about his plans, "What happened to my scar?"

"What's wrong?"

Hermione asked again in a low voice from behind, her tone even more urgent than before.

"How can this be?"

Malfoy said happily and maliciously, and several Death Eaters laughed again. Under the cover of these laughter, Harry moved his lips as little as possible, squeezed out a sound from between his teeth and said to Hermione: "Hit me."

Broken frame——"

"Dumbledore never told you?"

Malfoy said again: "Then that would explain why you didn't get here sooner, Potter. The Dark Lord is wondering why -"

"——Wait until I say start——"

"-Why didn't you come running when he told you in the dream where it was hidden?

He believes that instinctive curiosity will make you crave accurate information..."

"Yeah?"

Harry said, behind him feeling rather than hearing Hermione passing his words on to the others.

He had to find a way to continue the conversation to divert the Death Eaters' attention.

"So, he wants me to get the 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 what the Dark Lord discovered when he used others to steal the prophecy ball for him."

"So, why did he want to steal the prophecy about me?"

"It's about you two, Potter, it's about you two...

Have you never wondered why the Dark Lord was trying to kill you when you were a baby?"

Through the eye holes in Malfoy's hood, Harry stared into his looming gray eyes.

Was this prophecy the reason his parents died?

Is that why he wears his lightning-shaped scar?

Do you hold the answers to all of these in your own hands?

"Someone made the same prophecy for Voldemort and me?"

He said softly, staring intently at Lucius Malfoy, holding the warm glass ball tightly in his hand.

It was barely bigger than a Golden Snitch, and it was still covered in dust.

"He asked me to come and get this prophecy ball for him...why didn't he get it himself?"

"He will get it himself?"

Bellatrix laughed maniacally and screamed, "People have completely ignored the return of the Dark Lord. Will he walk into the Ministry of Magic at this time?

Now that they are wasting their time looking for my dear cousin, will the Dark Lord expose himself to the Aurors?"

This woman is indeed a lunatic, but lunatic words are always much easier to trick than normal people.

At this time, Harry finally showed a different wisdom.