HP Approaches the Magical World

"HP Approaches the Magic World ()"

"I don't have my name on the shelf,"

Ron said confusedly, "No one else's name either."

"Harry, I think you...shouldn't have touched it."

Hermione shrieked as Harry stretched out his hand.

"Why shouldn't it be?"

He said, "It's about me, isn't it?"

"No, Harry."

said Neville suddenly.

Harry glanced at him, Neville's round, sweaty face was shining slightly, and it looked as if he couldn't take any more restlessness and anxiety.

"My name is written on it."

Harry thought: What the hell, it's all over anyway, so he grabbed the dirty little ball.

He had expected it to be cold, but instead, it felt as if it had been in the sun for hours, warmed by its own glow.

Looking forward, even hoping that something dramatic would happen, something exciting that would make their long and perilous journey finally worth something, Harry took the glass globe from the shelf, stare at it.

Nothing happens.

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

They stared intently at the ball in his hands, and then, behind them to the right, a languid sound sounded.

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

...

Dumbledore hid in the darkness, watching everything that happened in the Department of Mysteries with cold eyes.

It's not time for him to come out yet, and most importantly, Jon isn't here.

He has been searched for by someone, but all the news that came back is not found.

If you can't find it, it means that Jon is doing some important things now, and even Grindelwald hasn't returned any good news.

I didn't expect him to come to this point and do things by himself.

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

"Principal, are we going to do it now? That prophecy ball... If Voldemort gets his hands, I'm afraid something will happen in vain."

Dumbledore shook his head.

Now is not the time.

"Has everyone arrived?"

"It's all hidden in the dark, and it can appear immediately as long as you move your hands."

"Then wait."

...

Harry was very flustered.

Because not long ago, he heard a gloomy voice, and this voice was still somewhat familiar.

Moreover, when this voice suddenly appeared, many black figures appeared around them at the same time, blocking their way on both sides;

The eyes of these men gleamed in the slits of their hoods, and twelve wands with bright tips aimed at their hearts;

Ginny held her breath in horror.

"Give it to me, Potter."

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

Harry's heart sank, they were surrounded, and there were twice as many people on the other side.

"Give me."

Malfoy said it again.

"Where's Sirius?"

Several Death Eaters laughed, and among the dark figures to Harry's left, a harsh female voice said triumphantly, "The Dark Lord is always a master!"

"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!"

the woman on Harry's left parroted.

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

"You took him."

Harry said. He ignored the fluster that had arisen inside him, and the fact that since their first step into row 97,

The fear that I have been trying to dispel.

"Here he is. I know he is."

"Little baby woke up from fright, thinking that the dream was real."

said the woman in a baby-like voice repulsively.

Harry noticed Ron move beside him.

"Don't do anything."

Harry muttered, "Not yet—"

The woman who imitated him laughed in a husky, raspy voice.

"Did you hear that? Did you hear that? He was giving orders to the other boys, 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 in heroism, and the Dark Lord knows that. Now give me the Prophecy Ball, Potter."

"I know Sirius is here."

Harry said, though the flustered emotion made his chest tight and made him feel like he couldn't breathe normally, "I know, you got 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, "Hurry up and give me the prophecy ball, or we'll have to use the wand."

"Okay, then come on."

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

Harry's heart tightened, if Sirius was really not here, then he was leading his friend to a senseless death...

But the Death Eaters didn't attack.

"Hand over the prophecy ball, there is no need to hurt people."

This time it was Harry's turn to laugh.

"Yeah, that's right!"

He said, "I'll give you this—the Prophecy Orb, shall I? Then you'll let us sneak home, shall we?"

No sooner had he said that than the female Death Eater screamed, "The prophecy ball goes—"

Harry had been on guard against her for a long time, and before she finished chanting the spell, Harry shouted: "Armor protects you!"

Even though the glass ball had slipped onto his fingertips, he managed to grab it.

"Why, he's pretty good at playing, baby Potter."

she said, furious eyes staring fiercely through the slit of the hood: "Very well, then—"

"I told you. Don't!"

Malflusius yelled at the woman, "If you break it—"

Harry figured quickly that the Death Eaters wanted the dirty glass ball, and he wasn't interested in that.

He just wanted to take everyone out alive.

The woman stepped away from her accomplice, came over, and tore off her hood.

Azkaban made Bellatrix Lestrange sunken, gaunt and bony, but exuberant and feverish.

"Do I need to persuade you more?"

She said, her chest heaving violently.

"That's fine, grab the smallest guy,"

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