HP Approaches the Magic World

"Collapse!"

Harry had moved to the right where the goblin was standing - it was standing there looking up at the wizard who was now headless. Harry aimed at the back of Bellatrix who was peering along the fountain.

back.

She counterattacked so fast that Harry almost had no time to dodge.

"Armor protection!"

The red stun spell he cast turned around and bounced back at him. Harry hurriedly hid behind the fountain, and one of the goblin's ears flew out.

"Potter, let me give you a chance now!"

Bellatrix shouted, "Give me the Prophecy Ball - roll it close to the ground towards me - and I will spare your life!"

"Really, it looks like I'm going to die because it's broken!"

While Harry was roaring, a sharp pain flashed across his forehead, and his scar started to hurt again.

He felt a surge of intense anger that had nothing to do with his own anger.

"He knows!" Harry said, letting out a wild laugh that rivaled Bellatrix's. "Your dear old friend Voldemort knows that the Prophecy Ball has shattered! He won't be satisfied with you,

Isn't it?"

"What? What do you mean?" she shouted, her voice showing panic for the first time.

"When I tried to drag Neville up the steps, it broke! What do you think Voldemort would say about this?"

His scar was burning, the pain was unbearable, and the pain made him burst into tears.

"Liar!" she screamed, but now he heard the fear in her anger, "It's in your hand, Potter, and you're going to give it to me! The prophecy ball is coming! The prophecy ball is flying

Come!"

Harry laughed again, because he knew it would make her angry. The pain on his forehead became more and more intense, and he felt like his skull was going to explode.

He stretched out a hand from behind the goblin with one ear and shook it twice, then immediately retracted it, and another green light flew towards him.

"There's nothing here!"

He shouted, "There is nothing to summon! It was smashed and no one heard what it said. Tell your boss!"

She was still screaming: "This is not true, you are lying to me! Master, I tried my best, I tried my best - don't punish me -"

"Stop wasting your breath!"

Harry yelled, frowning to ease the pain in his scar, which was hurting more than ever before, "He won't hear you calling here!"

"Can't I hear you, Potter?" said a cold, angry voice.

Harry opened his eyes.

Tall, thin, wearing a black mask, with a terrifying snake-like face that was pale and haggard, and scarlet eyes with pupils like slits staring at him.

Voldemort appeared in the center of the hall, pointing his wand at Harry. Harry stood there stiffly, unable to move.

"So, you broke my prophecy ball?"

Voldemort said softly, staring at Harry with his scarlet, cold eyes,

"No, Bella, he didn't lie. I saw the truth looking at me from his worthless head. Months of preparation, months of hard work, my Death Eaters once again let Harry

Are you hindering me?"

"Master, I'm sorry, I didn't know, I was fighting an Animagus!"

Bellatrix sobbed.

Voldemort slowly came closer, and she quickly lay at his feet: "Master, you know-"

"Quiet, Bella," Voldemort said horribly, "I'll deal with you later! Do you think I came into the Ministry of Magic specifically to listen to your cry and apology?"

"But--master--he's here--he's down there--"

Voldemort ignored her at all.

"I have nothing more to say to you, Potter," he said calmly, "You have been causing trouble for me for a long time, Avada Kedavra!"

Harry couldn't even open his mouth to resist, his mind went blank and his wand was pointed at the floor, useless.

Suddenly, the headless golden wizard statue in the fountain came to life. He jumped off the pedestal and landed with a thud on the floor between Harry and Voldemort. He spread his arms to protect Harry. The spell was just from his

The chest passed by.

"how--?"

Voldemort shouted, looked around, and then he took a breath, "Dumbledore!"

Harry looked behind him, his heart pounding. Dumbledore was standing in front of the golden door.

Voldemort raised his wand, and a green light was directed at Dumbledore. Dumbledore turned around and dodged like a gust of wind.

A second later, he reappeared behind Voldemort, waving his wand towards the remaining statue in the fountain.

Another statue comes to life.

The wizard rushed towards Bellatrix, who screamed and fired spells at its chest to no avail.

It rushed forward and pinned Bellatrix firmly to the floor. At the same time, the goblins and house elves rushed towards the fireplace built into the wall, and the centaur with one arm rushed towards Voldemort.

In the past, Voldemort disappeared, and then appeared next to the pool.

"It was foolish to come here tonight, Tom,"

Dumbledore said calmly, "The Aurors are on their way -"

"Whenever I am finished, you will be dead too!"

Voldemort spat, and he fired another fatal spell at Dumbledore, but it missed and hit the security desk, igniting a ball of fire.

Dumbledore waved the wand in his hand lightly: the power of the spell shot from the wand was so powerful that even Harry, who was hiding behind the golden statue, could feel his hair standing on end.

This time, Voldemort had to conjure a silver shield from thin air to resist the spell.

No spell could cause any visible damage to the shield, although the spell struck the shield with a low, gong-like sound—a strange, creepy sound.

"You don't want to kill me, Dumbledore."

Voldemort shouted, his scarlet eyes squinting on the shield, "Is there anything more cruel than this?"

"We all know there are many other ways to destroy a man, Tom."

Dumbledore still said calmly and continued to approach Voldemort, as if he didn't pay attention to the matter in front of him at all.

He walked in the hall as if nothing annoying had happened. "I must admit, just taking your life would not satisfy me."

"There is nothing worse than death, Dumbledore!" Voldemort roared.

"You couldn't be more wrong."

Dumbledore's voice was very soft, like two people discussing drinking.

"In fact, your biggest failure is that you cannot understand that there are things worse than death-"