Harry Potter – Approaching the Magic World

Harry noticed that the others were approaching Ginny, he took a step to the side, stood in front of Ginny and blocked her, and raised the prophecy ball to his chest.

"If you want to deal with any of us, you have to break this."

He said to Bellatrix, "If you don’t take it back, I think Your master won't be very happy, is it?"

She didn't move, but stared at Harry, and licked her thin lips with the tip of her tongue.

"So," Harry said, "What kind of prophecy is this?"

He couldn't figure out what to do, so he couldn't stop talking.

Neville's arm was tight against his arm, he could feel Neville trembling, and he could feel a person breathing quickly at the back of his head.

He hopes that they are all actively trying to escape, because his mind is blank.

"What kind of prophecy?"

Bellatrix repeated, the grinning grin on his face gradually disappeared.

"Are you kidding? Harry Potter?"

"No, I'm not kidding," Harry's gaze flicked across Death Eaters, looking for a weak link, one The gap that allowed them to escape, "Why does Voldemort want it?"

Several Death Eaters hissed in low dissatisfaction.

"Dare you call him by his name?"

Bellatrix whispered.

"Of course," Harry still grasped the glass ball firmly, in case someone else used magic to snatch it away, "Yeah, there is nothing wrong with me saying the name, vomit—"

"Shut up!"

Bellatrix screamed:

"How dare you say his name from your humble mouth, how dare you use you That bastard's tongue tainted it, how dare you—"

"Do you know he is a bastard too?"

Harry said without hesitation, Hermione whispered in his ear He groaned, obviously his heart palpitations were terrible.

"Voldemort? Of course, his mother is a wizard, but his father is a muggle. Did he keep telling you that he is a purebred wizard?"

"Fainted— —”

"no! ”

A red light sprayed from the end of Bellatrix Lestrange’s wand's tip, but Malfoy’s spells made it deviate and hit Harry’s left by a foot away Some of the glass balls on a shelf in the city were shattered.

Two silhouettes, pearly white like ghosts and fluttering like smoke, stretched out from the shards of glass falling on the floor and spoke.

Their voices one after another, in the shouts of Malfoy and Bellatrix, only a few words can be heard.

"At the solstice there will be a new..."

An elderly silhouette with a full beard said.

"Don't attack, we need to predict the ball!"

"How dare he—how dare—"

Bellatrix screamed incoherently, "He's standing there--dirty bastard--"

"We'll talk until we get the prophecy ball!"

Malfoy shouted.

"...No one will come..."

The young woman's silhouette said.

The two silhouettes emerging from the broken glass ball melted into a thin gas and disappeared without a trace, leaving only the glass fragments on the floor.

However, they gave Harry an idea, and the question was how to tell other people what he thought.

"You want me to give you the ball...You haven't told me what is special about this prediction."

Harry said, he was delaying time. He slowly moved his feet to the side, trying to reach the other people's feet.

"Don't play tricks with us, Potter."

"I didn't play tricks."

Harry replied, he moved his own while talking to them Feet, then, he felt someone's toe, so he stepped on it, making a sharp inhalation sound behind him.

He heard that he stepped on Hermione's foot.

"What's the matter?"

Hermione asked quietly from behind, looking very careful.

"Dumbledore never told you that the reason you left the scar is hidden in the Department of Mysteries?"

"I—what?"

Harry said, asking him for a moment that he completely forgot about his plan, "What's wrong with my scar?"

"What's wrong?"

Hermione asked in a low voice behind him Again, the tone was more urgent than before.

"How is this possible?"

Malfoy harboring malicious intentions said happily. Several Death Eaters laughed again. Under the cover of these laughter, Harry tried to be as small as possible He squirmed his lips, and squeezed a voice between her teeth and said to Hermione, "Break the shelf--"

"Dumbledore never told you?"

Malfoy said it again : "Then, this can explain why you didn't come here earlier, Potter, Dark Lord. It's weird why—"

"—Wait for me to start—"

"——Why did you not come when he told you where it was hidden in his dream.

He thinks that instinctive curiosity will make you eager to receive accurate information... "

"Really?"

Harry said that behind him, rather than hearing it, he felt that Hermione was passing his words to others.

He has to figure out a way to continue the conversation to divert Death Eater's attention.

"So, he wants me to get that prophecy ball, right? Why?"

"Why?"

Malfoy said happily, "Because Only the person mentioned in the prophecy, Potter, has the right to get it from the Department of Mysteries. This was discovered by the Dark Lord when he used others to steal the prophecy ball for him."

"Then, he Why do you want to steal prophecies about me?"

"It's about you two, Potter, it's about you two...

Don't you ever think about it when you were still a When you were a baby, why did the Dark Lord try to kill you?"

Through the eyelet on Malfoy's hood, Harry stared at his faintly discernible gray eyes.

Is this prophecy the reason his parents died?

Is that why he brought his lightning-shaped scar?

Are all these answers in your own hands?

"Someone made the same prediction for me and Voldemort?"

He said lightly, staring at Lucius Malfoy intently, holding the warm glass ball tightly in his hand. .

It's hardly bigger than a golden snitch, and it's still covered in dust.

"He asked me to take this prophecy ball for him...Why didn't he take it himself?"

"He came to take it himself?"

Bellatrix laughed frantically and screamed, "People have completely ignored the return of the Dark Lord. At this time, he will walk into the Ministry of Magic?

Now they are wasting their time asking to find me dear My cousin, Dark Lord will expose himself to Auror?"

This woman is indeed a madman, but a madman is always better than a normal person.

At this time, Harry finally showed a different wisdom.