HP Approaches the Magic World

"careful!"

Just as they were about to leave, Neville shouted in horror. He was staring at the Death Eater whose head was in the bell-shaped glass jar.

The three people raised their wands again, but no one hit them: they all opened their mouths and watched the changes in the head with fear.

It is shrinking rapidly, becoming more and more bald, its black hair and beard stubble shrink back into its head, its cheeks become smooth, and its head is round and covered with a layer of down.

As the Death Eater struggled to get back to his feet, a baby's head grotesquely grew on his thick, muscular neck;

However, just when they were stunned, the head began to expand to its previous size, and thick black hair grew out from the top of the head and chin.

"It's time," Hermione said in a fearful voice, "time."

The Death Eater shook his ugly head again, trying to wake himself up, but before he could cheer up, his head began to shrink back to that of a baby again, and there was a shout from a nearby house, followed by

A crash and a scream.

"Ron?"

Harry shouted, immediately turning around from the strange phenomenon happening in front of him, "Ginny? Luna?"

"Harry!" Hermione screamed.

The Death Eater had already pulled his head out of the bell-shaped glass jar. He looked very strange. The little baby head was shouting loudly and his thick arms were waving around. It was very dangerous and he almost hit him.

Harry had ducked his head to avoid it.

Harry raised his wand, but to his surprise, Hermione grabbed his arm.

"You can't hurt a baby!"

There is no time to debate this issue!

Harry heard more footsteps coming from the Prophecy Hall, getting louder and louder. He also realized that he shouldn't have shouted so loudly and exposed their location, but it was too late.

"come over!"

He said hello, and the door at the other end opened, leading to the black hall. They ran towards the door quickly, leaving behind the swaying Death Eater with the ugly baby head.

They were halfway there when Harry saw two other Death Eaters running towards them through the black room through the open door;

He immediately changed direction and rushed into a dark, messy small office on the left, slamming the door behind them.

"Quickly-" Hermione started to say, but before she could finish reciting the spell, the door was knocked open and the two Death Eaters rushed in.

With cheers of victory, both men shouted: "There are many obstacles!"

Harry, Hermione and Neville were all knocked away;

Neville was thrown out of sight behind the table;

Hermione bumped into a bookshelf, and thick books poured down, immediately burying her;

The back of Harry's head slammed into the stone wall behind him, and stars appeared in front of his eyes. For a moment, he was dizzy and unable to do anything.

"We got him!"

The Death Eater closest to Harry shouted: "In an office, close to -"

"Silent and silent!"

Hermione cast a spell, and the Death Eater's voice disappeared.

Through the hole in the mask, he was still moving his mouth, but there was no sound at all. His accomplice pushed him aside.

"All petrified!"

Just as the second Death Eater raised his wand, Harry also cast a spell. The Death Eater's arms and legs snapped together, and he fell face down at Harry's feet.

The carpet was as stiff as a wooden board and could not move.

"Awesome, ha--"

The Death Eater who had just been silenced by Hermione suddenly waved his wand, and something like a purple flame penetrated Hermione's chest. Hermione seemed to be surprised and said "Oh" softly, and shrank to the ground.

It didn't move either.

"Hermione!"

Harry quickly knelt down next to her, and Neville quickly crawled over from under the table, holding his wand in front of him.

As soon as the Death Eater saw Neville, he immediately kicked him hard in the head - breaking Neville's wand and kicking him in the face.

Neville screamed in pain and shrank back, covering his mouth and nose.

Harry turned around and raised his wand, and saw that the Death Eater had pulled off his mask and was pointing the wand at him.

Harry recognized this pale, distorted long face. It was the wizard who killed the Prewetts, Dolohov, who had been published in the Daily Prophet.

Dolokhov grinned widely, and with his free hand he pointed at the prophecy ball still in Harry's hand, then at himself, and then at Hermione.

Although he was speechless, his meaning couldn't be clearer:

Give me the prophecy ball, otherwise you will end up like her.

"Hand over the prophecy ball and you will still kill us all!"

A panic flashed through Harry's mind, and he could no longer think normally.

He put a hand on Hermione's shoulder and could still feel her body temperature, but he didn't dare to look at her at all.

Never let her die, never let her die, if she dies it will be all my fault.

"No matter what you do, Harry," Neville said excitedly under the table, his hands hanging down a little, and you could see that his nose was broken by a kick, and blood was dripping down his mouth and chin, "

Don’t ask him to give it to you (don’t give it to him)!”

Then there was a bang outside the door, and Dolohov turned around to see a Death Eater with a baby's head appearing at the door.

His head screamed, and his huge uncontrollable fists swung at everything around him. Harry seized this opportunity: "Petrify them all!"

Before Dolokhov could resist, the spell hit him.

He fell forward, lying sideways on top of his accomplice, both of whom were as stiff as boards and motionless.

"Hermione," Harry immediately shook Hermione, and then the Death Eater with the baby's head stumbled out of sight, "Hermione, wake up."

"What did he do to her?"

Neville said as he crawled over from under the table and knelt on the other side of Hermione, blood pouring from his rapidly swelling nose.

"I have no idea."

Neville fumbled and took hold of Hermione's wrist.

"There's a pulse, Harry, I'm sure."

Harry breathed a deep sigh of relief and felt a little dizzy for a moment.

"Is she still alive?"

"Yes, I think so."

None of them said a word, and Harry tried his best to listen to what was going on around him, but all he could hear was the whimpering and stumbling sounds of the Death Eaters with baby heads in the next room.

"Neville, we're not far from the exit,"

Harry whispered, "Just next door to the Round Room.

If you can get through there and find the right door before the other Death Eaters arrive, I bet you can get Hermione down the corridor and into the lift.

Then, you can find someone or call the police."

"Then what do you want to do?" Neville said, wiping his bloody nose with his sleeve and looking at Harry with a frown.

"I'm going to find someone else."

"Well, I'm going to get angry with you and go find the big guys."

Neville said without hesitation.

"But, Hermione—"

"Let's take her there together."

Neville said firmly, "I'll carry her - you're better at dealing with them than I was."