HP Approaches the Magical World

"HP Approaches the Magic World ()"

The scene seemed to freeze in an instant.

Harry, Ginny, Neville, and every Death Eater were not paying attention to each other, but to the top of the jar.

A brain leaped out of the green liquid like a frisky fish: it seemed to hover in mid-air for a moment, then flew towards Ron, spinning as it flew, as if something had moved out of it. The tapes of image unfolded in circles like rolls of movie film.

"Hahaha, Harry, look—"

Ron said, watching the brain spat out flashy brains, "Harry, come and touch it, it must be weird-"

"Ron, don't!"

Harry didn't know what would happen if Ron touched those tentacles of thought trailing at the back of his brain, but he was sure it wouldn't be a good thing.

He rushed forward, but Ron had already reached out and grabbed the brain.

As soon as the tentacles touched Ron's skin, they immediately began to wrap around his arms like ropes.

"Harry, look what's going on - no, no - I don't like this - stop - stop -"

But the thin straps were already wrapped around Ron's chest, and he was tearing desperately at his brain, which was tightly wrapped around his body like an octopus.

"Torn apart!"

Harry yelled, hoping to cut off the tentacles before Ron's eyes got caught, but they didn't.

Ron fell, still writhing and trying to break free.

"Harry, he's going to be suffocated!"

Ginny screamed, unable to move because of a broken ankle - a red light shot from a Death Eater's wand hit Ginny right in the face.

She fell to one side and lay there unconscious.

"Damned!"

Neville yelled, twirling and waving Hermione's wand at the approaching Death Eater, "Swoon! Swoon!"

But nothing works.

A Death Eater fired a Stunning Spell at Neville, missed it by a few inches, and now it was just Harry and Neville dealing with five Death Eaters,

Arrows of silvery light from two of the Death Eaters missed them, but left several dents in the wall behind them.

Harry ran away quickly, Bellatrix hot on his heels.

Holding the Prophecy Ball high above his head, Harry ran across the room at full speed, intent on luring the Death Eaters away from his mates.

This trick seemed to work. They ran after him, knocking over tables and chairs along the way, but they dared not cast a spell on him for fear of damaging the prophecy ball. Only the door through which the Death Eaters broke in remained open. So he rushed over, secretly praying that Neville would stay with Ron and find a way to get him out. He ran a few steps in this new room, and suddenly felt the floor disappear.

—he fell down the steep stone steps, being bounced on each step until the final impact knocked him out of breath.

He lay flat in the stone pit, and the stone arch was erected on the platform.

The room was filled with the laughter of the Death Eaters, and Harry looked up to see the five Death Eaters in the brain hall approaching him step by step down the steps, while more Death Eaters came from other doors. It popped up and started jumping down the stone benches towards him.

His legs shook so badly that he could barely support himself, but he stood up anyway.

The orb of prophecy was surprisingly still in his left hand, intact, and the wand was tightly held in his right hand.

He scanned his surroundings as he stepped back, trying to get all the Death Eaters into his sight.

His leg touched something hard behind him, which meant he had retreated to the ledge where the arch stood, so he climbed onto it.

The Death Eaters stopped and stared at him.

Dolokhov has lifted the body-binding spell,

He was squinting at him, pointing his wand at his face.

"Potter, you're done,"

Lucius said slowly and pulled off the mask, "Now hand me the prophecy ball like a good boy."

"Let—let them go, and I'll give it to you!"

"You're not in a position to haggle, Potter."

Lucius said, his pale face flushed with joy: "Look, there are ten of us, and you have only one.

Didn't Dumbledore teach you how to count? "

"He's not alone!" a voice yelled behind them, "He's got me!"

Harry's heart sank as Neville was crawling down the stone bench toward them, Hermione's wand still firmly in his trembling hand.

"Neville, don't - go back to Ron -"

"Damned!"

Neville pointed his wand at each Death Eater in turn, yelling again, "Swoon! Swoon—"

One of the tallest, most burly Death Eaters grabbed Neville from behind, pressing his hands tightly to his sides, and Neville struggled to kick him; some of the Death Eaters laughed.

"He's Longbottom, isn't he?"

Lucius said sarcastically, "Well, your grandma was used to contributing family members to our cause, and it wouldn't surprise her that you died."

"Longbottom?"

Bellatrix repeated, a very wicked grin on her haggard face.

"Great, I've had the pleasure of meeting your parents, little one."

"I smashed your old black hole!" Neville struggled so hard that the Death Eater who was hugging him shouted, "Knock him out!"

"No, no, no."

Bellatrix said she glanced at Harry, then at Neville, looking excited.

"No, let's see how long Longbottom can last before he collapses like his parents, unless Potter is willing to hand us the prophecy ball."

"Can't give it to them!"

Neville yelled as Bellatrix approached him and the Death Eater holding him with his wand raised, kicking and kicking like crazy, writhing violently.

"Not for them, Harry!"

Bellatrix raised her wand.

"Cruciate!"

Neville screamed and curled his legs up to his chest, so that the Death Eater who was clutching him immediately turned into hanging and hugging him.

The Death Eaters threw Neville to the ground, twitching and screaming in pain.

"This is just to give you a little taste!"

Bellatrix said, raising her wand, and Neville stopped screaming and lay sobbing at her feet.

She turned and looked up at Harry.

"Okay, Potter, either hand over the prophecy ball to us, or watch your little friend die in pain!"

Harry didn't have to think about it anymore, he had no choice.

The prophecy ball was still in his hand, warmed by his body.

He handed it over.