Infinite Heroes Seat

　　 There was no one there, and there was no trace among the pieces of shelves, and they were covered with dust, as if no one had been here for a long time.

　　 Harry's heart fell empty, and he rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

　　 "He's lying behind," Harry said, his mouth a little dry. "You can't see it from here." He tried to explain something.

　　 He led them through the high shelves of glass balls, and when they passed, some of the glass **** glowed softly.

　　 "He should be around here," Harry whispered, sure that he could see Sirius in ragged clothes on the dark ground with one more step, "It's somewhere here, it's really close."

　　 "Harry?" Hermione asked tentatively. She felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere, there seemed to be something, but Harry didn't want to answer, his mouth was very dry now.

　　 "It's here, somewhere nearby," he said.

　　 They have reached the end of the row, and the candlelight has dimmed. nobody. There is only echo and dusty silence.

　　 "He should be there," Harry whispered hoarsely, staring at the next aisle. "Or maybe," he looked at another aisle in the distance, his expression was a little crazy, he was right, he must-

　　 "Harry?" Hermione called him again.

　　 "What?" he said sharply.

　　 "I don't think Sirius is here." Hermione's voice was cold. "We may have been fooled."

　　 No one speaks. Harry didn't want to look at any of them. He feels sick. He didn't understand why Sirius would not be here. This is where he, Harry, saw him.

　　 He ran to the end of the rows of shelves, staring down. One after another empty aisles flashed past. He ran back from another road, still staring down. There was no sign of Sirius, nor any sign of fighting.

　　 "Harry?" Ron shouted.

"what?"

He didn’t want to hear what Ron would say; he didn’t want to hear Ron tell him how stupid he was or suggest that they should go back to Hogwarts, but his face was hot and he felt as if he would rather be in the darkness Hide for a while, then face the light above and the accusing eyes of others.

　　 "Did you see this?" Ron said.

　　 "What?" Harry said, in an eager tone this time,—there must be some indication that Sirius had been there, a clue. He strode to where they were standing, 97 lined up a little bit, but there was nothing, just Ron was staring at a dusty glass ball on the shelf.

　　 "What is it?" Harry replied gloomily.

　　 "That—it has your name on it," Ron said.

　　 Harry came closer. Ron pointed to a small glass ball, which was dirty but glowing dimly, and it was estimated that no one had touched it for many years.

　　 "Is there my name?" Harry said blankly.

　　 He kept walking forward. He was not as tall as Ron and had to crane his neck to read the yellowed label on the shelf directly under the dirty glass ball. A slender font like a spider's leg says a date 16 years ago, and below it says:

　　 The Dark Lord and Harry Potter.

　　 Harry stared.

　　 "What is this?" Ron asked, his voice erratic. "Why write your name here?"

　　 He walked along the shelf to look at the other tags.

　　 "I'm not on it," he said suspiciously, "None of our other names are on it."

　　 "Harry, you can't touch it!" Hermione said hurriedly when she saw him stretch out her hand. She seemed to have just received some news.

　　 And Ginny also wanted to reach out her hand to stop Harry.

　　 "Why not?" He said, "This thing is related to me, isn't it?"

　　 A bit reckless, he put his fingers on the surface of the dirty ball. It was not as cold as he had thought. On the contrary, it feels as if it has been exposed to the sun for a long time, and it seems to be warmed by the light from inside. Harry looked forward to, and even hoped, something dramatic, something that would make their long and dangerous trip worthwhile, exciting things would happen, at least so that he would not face Hermione's ridicule, so He took the ball from the shelf and stared.

　　 But nothing happened, at least it seemed like that. Ron and Neville approached Harry and stared at the ball, watching him remove the dust from the ball, while Hermione, Ginny, and Luna drew their wands at the same time.

　　 At this moment, just behind them, a slow voice said,

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

　　 is Lucius.

　　 Around them, black figures appeared, blocking their way. A dozen shiny wands pointed directly at their hearts, their eyes gleaming behind their hoods, headed by Lucius and another woman with dazzled hair and a crazy look. After this, it was Guris, who also held his wand quietly.

　　 "Give it to me, Potter." Lucius Malfoy stretched out his hand, repeating in that weak voice.

　　 Harry's heart sank, they were trapped, and there were more than twice as many Death Eaters. The most important thing is that this is a trap, and what Hermione said is true.

　　 His gaze turned to Mo Wen, and UU Read www.uukānshu.com tried to find the answer on his face. If he could help himself, they might still have a chance of winning.

　　 "Give it to me." Malfoy said again.

　　 "Where is Sirius?" Harry asked, and he still had a ten-thousandth hope, not that Sirius was still alive, but that he was doing the right thing.

　　 Several Death Eaters laughed; the woman standing in the front said triumphantly: "The Dark Lord knows everything!"

　　 "You've caught him." Harry said. Regardless of fear escalating in his heart, he cried frantically, "He is here. I know he is."

　　 "The little boy woke up from his dream and thought that what he had dreamed was true." The woman said in a terrible baby tone

　　 "I know Sirius is here" Harry said, even though the panic was making him think he couldn't breathe normally, "I know you caught him!"

　　 More Death Eaters were laughing, and the woman laughed loudest.

　　 "The time has come for you to understand the difference between reality and dreams, Potter." Malfoy said, "Predict me quickly or we will use the magic wand."

　　 Harry looked at Mo Wen again.

　　 Mowen lowered his head, then lifted it up after a while, he looked at Harry, his eyes cold and terrifying.

　　 "Harry, you idiot!"

　　 He raised his wand.

"Killing Curse!"

　　 A dazzling green light.