HP Approaches the Magical World

"HP Approaches the Magic World ()"

"Damned!"

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

She countered so fast that Harry barely had time to dodge.

"Armor protection!"

His own red stun spell bounced back at him, and Harry ducked back behind the fountain again, one of the goblin's ears flying out.

"Potter, I'll give you a chance now!"

Bellatrix yelled, "Give me the orb of prophecy—roll it to me on the ground—and I'll spare you!"

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

Harry was roaring, a sharp pain flashed across his forehead, and his scar was burning again.

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

"He knows!" said Harry, with a laugh that could rival Bellatrix's. "Your dear old fellow Voldemort knows the Prophecy Ball is broken! He won't be happy with you, Isn't it?"

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

"It broke when I was trying to drag Neville up the steps! What do you think Voldemort would say about it?"

His scar was burning and burning, and the pain brought tears to his eyes.

"Liar!" she screamed, but now he heard fear in her anger, "it's in your hand, Potter, and you'll give it to me! Prophecy balls fly! Prophecy balls fly Come!"

Harry laughed again because he knew it would piss her off, and the pain in his forehead was so intense that 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 retracted it immediately, and another green light flew towards him.

"There's nothing here!"

He yelled, "There's nothing to summon! It's broken, no one heard what it said, tell your boss!"

She was still screaming, "It's not true, you're lying to me! Master, I did my best, I did my best—don't punish me—"

"Stop wasting your tongue!"

Harry yelled, frowning to ease the pain from his scar, now worse than ever, "You can't hear him yelling here!"

"Can't I hear you, Potter?" said an angry grim voice.

Harry opened his eyes.

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

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

"So, you smashed my prophecy ball?"

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

"No, Bella, he wasn't lying, I saw the truth looking at me from his worthless head, months of preparation, months of hard work, my Death Eaters once again made Harry hinder me?"

"Master, I'm sorry, I don't know, I'm fighting with Animagus!"

Bellatrix sobbed.

Voldemort approached slowly, and she quickly lay at his feet: "Master, you know—"

"Be quiet, Bella," said Voldemort horribly. "I'll catch you later! Do you think I came to the Ministry of Magic just to hear you cry and apologize?"

"But—master—here he is—he's down—"

Voldemort simply ignored her.

"I have nothing more to tell you, Potter," he said quietly. "You've been messing with me for so long, Avada Kedavra!"

Harry couldn't even open his mouth to protest, his mind went blank, his wand pointed at the floor,

It is of no use at all.

Suddenly the headless golden statue of the wizard in the fountain came to life, leaping from its pedestal, landing with a thud on the floor between Harry and Voldemort, arms outstretched to protect Harry, the spell just from his The chest brushed past.

"how--?"

Voldemort yelled, looked around, then gasped, "Dumbledore!"

Harry looked behind him, heart pounding, at Dumbledore standing in front of the golden gate.

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

A second later, he appeared behind Voldemort again, waving his wand at the remaining statues in the fountain.

Another statue came to life.

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

It pounced on it, pinning Bellatrix to the floor, as goblins and house-elves sprinted for the wall-mounted fireplace, and one-armed centaurs galloped at Voldemort. In the past, Voldemort disappeared, then reappeared by the pool.

"It would be foolish to come here this evening, Tom,"

Dumbledore said quietly, "The Aurors are on their way—"

"Whenever I die, you will die!"

Voldemort spat, and he aimed another deadly spell at Dumbledore, but it missed and hit the security checkpoint, bursting into flames.

Dumbledore flicked the wand in his hand lightly: the power of the spell shot from the wand even Harry, who was hiding behind the golden statue, could feel the roots of his hair stand on end.

This time, Voldemort had to conjure a silver shield out of thin air to ward off the spell.

There was no apparent damage to the shield from any spell, though it made a low, gong-like sound as it struck the shield—a strangely creepy sound.

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

exclaimed Voldemort, his scarlet eyes squinting over the shield, "could anything be worse?"

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

Dumbledore said still calmly, and continued to approach Voldemort, as if he hadn't paid attention to what was in front of him at all.

He walked down the hall as if nothing annoying had happened. "I must admit that simply taking your life would not satisfy me."

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

"You are so wrong."

Dumbledore's voice was very soft, as if two people were discussing something about drinking.

"In fact, your greatest failure is your inability to understand that there are worse things than death—"