HP Approaches the Magical World

"HP Approaches the Magic World ()"

"careful!"

Just as they were about to leave, Neville gave a cry of horror as he stared at the Death Eater with his head in the glass bell.

The three raised their wands again, but none of them struck: they all stared, with their mouths open, watching the change in the head with horror.

It was shrinking rapidly, becoming more and more bald, the black hair and beard stubble receding into its head, its cheeks smoothed, and its head round and covered with down.

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

As they watched, dumbfounded, however, the head began to swell back to its former size, with thick black hair growing back from the top and chin.

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

The Death Eater shook his ugly head again, trying to regain consciousness, but before he could pull himself together, his head began to shrink back into infancy again, and there was a cry from a nearby room, followed by There was a bump and a scream.

"Ron?"

cried Harry, turning instantly from the eerie scene in front of him, "Ginny? Luna?"

"Harry!" Hermione screamed.

The Death Eater had pulled his head out of the glass bell jar, and he looked so weird, the little baby head screaming, the big arms flailing around dangerously, almost got hit Harry, who had already lowered his head to hide.

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

"You can't hurt a baby!"

There is no time to argue about this!

Harry heard more footsteps coming from the Hall of Prophecy, getting louder, and he realized he shouldn't have given away their location by shouting so loudly, but it was too late.

"come over!"

He said hello, and the door at the other end was open, leading into the dark hallway, toward which they rushed, leaving the wobbly Death Eater with the ugly baby's head behind.

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

He turned in an instant, burst into a small, dark, untidy office to the left, and slammed the door behind them.

"Quickly—" Hermione began, but before she could finish the spell, the door burst open and the two Death Eaters rushed in.

Accompanied by cheers of victory, both of them shouted: "There are many obstacles!"

Harry, Hermione and Neville were all knocked away;

Neville was thrown behind the table and disappeared;

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

The back of Harry's head slammed against the stone wall behind him, stars stared in front of his eyes, and for a moment he was too dizzy to do anything.

"We got him!"

The Death Eater closest to Harry, shouted, "In an office near—"

"Silence and silence!"

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

He was still moving his mouth through the hole in the mask, but there was no sound, and his accomplice pushed him aside.

"All petrified!"

Just as the second Death Eater raised his wand, Harry cast the same spell, and 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 board and could not move.

"Great, ha—"

The Death Eater who had just been dumbed by Hermione suddenly waved his wand, and something like a purple flame pierced Hermione's chest. Hermione seemed to be surprised and gave a soft "Oh", and shrank back on the ground. Also did not move.

"Hermione!"

Harry quickly knelt beside her, and Neville also quickly crawled over from under the table,

The wand was held up in front of his face.

As soon as the Death Eater saw Neville, he kicked him hard on the head - one kick that broke Neville's wand and kicked him in the face.

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

Harry turned and held his wand aloft, seeing that the Death Eater had pulled off his mask and was pointing his wand at himself.

Harry recognized the long, pale, distorted face of Dolohov, the wizard who had killed the Prewetts in the Daily Prophet.

Dolohov grinned, pointed with his free finger at the Prophecy Ball still clutched in Harry's hand, then at himself, then at Hermione.

Although he was speechless, his meaning was perfectly clear:

Give me the orb of prophecy, or you'll end up with her.

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

A wave of panic raced through Harry's mind, and he couldn't think normally.

He had one hand on Hermione's shoulder and could still feel her warmth, but he didn't dare look her in the eye.

Don't let her die, don't let her die, if she dies, it's all my fault.

"Whatever you do, Harry," Neville said excitedly from under the table, his hands dropped a little, and it was obvious that his nose had been kicked off and blood was running down his mouth and chin." Don't call it expensive to him (don't give it to him)!"

Then there was a bang outside the door, and Dolohov looked back, and a Death Eater with a baby head appeared at the door.

His head yelled, and his huge fists, out of control, swung at everything around him. Harry seized the opportunity: "Petrify everything!"

Before Dolokhov could resist, the spell hit him.

He fell forward, across the body of his accomplice, and they were both as rigid as a plank, motionless.

"Hermione," Harry shook Hermione immediately as the baby-headed Death Eater stumbled out of sight again, "Hermione, wake up."

"What did he do to her?"

As he spoke, Neville crawled under the table and knelt on Hermione's other side, blood gushing from his rapidly swollen nose.

"I have no idea."

Neville fumbled for Hermione's wrist.

"And a pulse, Harry, I'm sure (sure)."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, momentarily dizzy.

"Is she still alive?"

"Yes, I think so."

Neither of them said anything more, and Harry tried to hear what was going on around him, but all he could hear was whimpering and stumbling, which came from the Death Eater with the baby's head in the next room.

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

Harry whispered, "It's right next door to the rotunda.

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 are you going to do?" Neville said, wiping his bloody nose with his sleeve, and looked at Harry frowning.

"I'm going to find someone else."

"Okay, I'm going to get angry with you and go find them."

Neville said without hesitation.

"But, Hermione—"

"We will (take) her together."

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