94 hp Diagon Alley
Chapter 118
of dust.They stared intently at the ball in his hands.Then, behind them to the right, a lazy voice sounded. "Very well, Potter, now turn around slowly and give it to me."
Suddenly dark figures loomed about them, blocking their way on either side; the eyes of these men gleamed in chinks in their hoods, and twelve wands with bright tips were aimed at their hearts.
Gwen held her breath in horror.At that moment, she understood what crushing in strength was—their seven underage wizards came to the Ministry of Magic in such a reckless manner, and now it seems that someone gave them—to be precise, Harry— — got caught.The few of them seemed to be prey in their own snares. I am afraid that no matter how much they struggled, they would end up catching them with nothing.
"Here, Potter," Malfoy Lucius repeated slowly, holding out his hand, palm up.Gwen's heart sank suddenly.They were surrounded, and there were twice their numbers on the other side.
"Give it to me," Malfoy said again.
"Where's Sirius?" Harry asked.Several Death Eaters laughed, and among the dark figures to Harry's left, a harsh female voice said triumphantly, "The Dark Lord is always a master!"
Gwen and Hermione looked at each other secretly, and they saw fear and worry in each other's eyes. I am afraid that these people are the Death Eaters who escaped from Azkaban not long ago.
"Always," echoed Malfoy in a low voice, "now, give me the Prophecy Ball, Potter."
"I want to know where Sirius is!"
"I want to know where Sirius is!" parroted the woman on Harry's left.
She and her fellow Death Eaters moved closer, only a few feet away from Harry and the others, dazzled by the light from their wands.
"You took him," said Harry.He ignored the panic rising inside him, the fear he'd been trying to dispel since their first steps into row 97. "Here he is. I know he is."
"Little baby woke up with fright, and thought the dream was real." The woman said disgustingly in a baby-like voice.Harry noticed Ron move beside him.
"Don't do anything," Harry muttered, "it's not yet—"
The woman who imitated him laughed in a husky, raspy voice. "Did you hear that? Did you hear that? He was giving orders to the other boys, as if he was going to attack us!"
"Oh, you don't know Potter as well as I do, Bellatrix," said Malfoy softly. "He has a great weakness for heroism; the Dark Lord knows that about him. Now put the prophecy Give me the ball, Potter."
"I know Sirius is here," said Harry, though the panic tightened his chest and made him feel like he couldn't breathe properly. "I know, you got him!"
More Death Eaters laughed, and the woman laughed the loudest. "It's about time you understood the difference between reality and dreams, Potter," Malfoy said. "Give me the Prophecy Ball, or we'll have to use wands."
"Okay, come on then," Harry said, raising his wand to his chest, and at the same time, the six wands of Ron, Hermione, Gwen, Neville, Ginny and Luna were also raised on either side of him. up.Harry's heart tightened.If Sirius wasn't here, he was leading his friends to senseless deaths...but the Death Eaters didn't attack.
"Hand over the prophecy ball, there is no need to hurt people." Malfoy said coldly.
This time it was Harry's turn to laugh. "Yeah, that's right!" he said. "I'll give you this—the prophecy ball, right? And then you'll let us sneak home, right?" As soon as he said that, the woman died The gangster screamed: "The prophecy ball flies—" Harry was on guard against her: before she could finish the spell, Harry shouted: "Armor protection!" Although the glass ball slipped on his finger on the tip, but he managed to grab it.
"Gee, he's pretty good at it, baby Potter," she said, her furious eyes staring hard through the slits of her hood. "Very well, then—"
"I told you. Don't do that!" Malflusius yelled at the woman. "In case you break it—!"
Harry thought quickly.These Death Eaters want this dirty glass globe.He is not interested in this.He just wanted to get everyone out alive and make sure his friends didn't pay dearly for their stupidity... The woman walked away from her accomplices and came over and ripped off her hood.Azkaban made Bellatrix.Lestrange had sunken cheeks, looked haggard and bony, but exuded excitement and enthusiasm.
"Do I need to persuade you more?" she said, her chest heaving violently. "That's good, grab the youngest one," she told the Death Eater nearby, "and show him how we tortured this little girl. I'll do it."
Harry felt the others closing in on Ginny; he took a step to the side, standing just in front of Ginny and blocking her, holding the Prophecy Ball to his chest.Gwen and Ron hugged Ginny's back tightly, and several children formed a circle.
"If you want to deal with any of us, you'll have to break this," he said to Bellatrix. "I don't think your master will be very happy if you don't take it back with you. Yes or no?"
She didn't move, just stared at Harry, and licked her thin lips with the tip of her tongue.
"So," said Harry, "what kind of prophecy is this anyway?"
Gwen didn't think Harry could think of anything else, so he just kept talking.Neville's arms were pressed against his, and he could feel Neville shaking, and he could feel someone breathing heavily into the back of his head.He hoped they were all actively trying to figure out how to get out, because his mind was blank.
Whose brain is not blank?Gwen controlled her muscles almost mechanically now, otherwise she would have collapsed to her knees in no time.She recalled her experiences in the past few years-what are basilisks, werewolves, and dementors?What she was really afraid of were people - living, but inhuman dark wizards.In fifth grade, she only had to face a little Crouch, and the only thing she had to do was stay away from him.When there were a dozen real Death Eaters in front of her, Gwen felt so weak and timid.She didn't want to fight these people at all, she just hoped that Harry - yes, she gave hope to a boy younger than herself - would take them out.
"What kind of prophecy?" Bellatrix repeated, the grin fading from her face. "You're kidding, Harry Potter."
"No, I'm not kidding," Harry said, looking from one Death Eater to another, looking for a weak link, a gap through which they could escape, "Why did Voldemort want it?"
Several Death Eaters let out low hisses of dissatisfaction.
"You dare to call him by his first name?" Bellatrix whispered.
"Of course," said Harry, still holding on to the glass ball, in case someone magically snatched it away, "yes, I have no problem saying the name, v—"
"Shut up!" screamed Bellatrix, "how dare you utter his name from your vile mouth, how dare you defile it with your bastard tongue, how dare you—"
"Did you know he was a bastard too?" Harry said without hesitation.Hermione whispered in his ear. "Voldemort? His mother was a wizard, of course, but his father was a Muggle—did he keep telling you he was purebred?"
"Swoon-"
"No!"
A jet of red light shot from the tip of Bellatrix Lestrange's wand, but Malfoy's spell deflected it, hitting some glass orbs on a shelf a foot to Harry's left. Was smashed to pieces.
Two phantom, pearly-white, floating figures stretched out from the shards of glass that fell to the floor and spoke.Their voices rose and fell, and only a few words could be heard amid the shouts of Malfoy and Bellatrix.
"Don't attack, we need the prophecy ball!"
"How dare he—how dare he—" Bellatrix screamed incoherently, "he stood there—filthy bastard—"
"Wait until we get the Prophecy Orb!" Malfoy yelled.
Gwen narrowed her eyes.What an irony that this woman cursed dirty bastards but gave her soul to another real dirty half-breed.What makes her even more strange is that despite Malfoy's excuse of the prophecy ball, Gwen believes that he is really not interested in Harry's life-and a little more boldly, Gwen believes that Malfoy at least hopes that Harry can leave the magic alive department.
The two figures emerging from the shattered glass ball melted into a thin gas and disappeared without a trace, leaving only the glass shards on the floor.However, they gave Harry an idea.The problem is how to tell others what he thinks.
"Ask me to give you the ball, and you haven't told me what's so special about this prophecy," said Harry, stalling for time.He moved his foot slowly to one side, trying to reach the other person's feet.
"Don't play tricks on us, Potter," said Malfoy.
"I'm not playing tricks.
Suddenly dark figures loomed about them, blocking their way on either side; the eyes of these men gleamed in chinks in their hoods, and twelve wands with bright tips were aimed at their hearts.
Gwen held her breath in horror.At that moment, she understood what crushing in strength was—their seven underage wizards came to the Ministry of Magic in such a reckless manner, and now it seems that someone gave them—to be precise, Harry— — got caught.The few of them seemed to be prey in their own snares. I am afraid that no matter how much they struggled, they would end up catching them with nothing.
"Here, Potter," Malfoy Lucius repeated slowly, holding out his hand, palm up.Gwen's heart sank suddenly.They were surrounded, and there were twice their numbers on the other side.
"Give it to me," Malfoy said again.
"Where's Sirius?" Harry asked.Several Death Eaters laughed, and among the dark figures to Harry's left, a harsh female voice said triumphantly, "The Dark Lord is always a master!"
Gwen and Hermione looked at each other secretly, and they saw fear and worry in each other's eyes. I am afraid that these people are the Death Eaters who escaped from Azkaban not long ago.
"Always," echoed Malfoy in a low voice, "now, give me the Prophecy Ball, Potter."
"I want to know where Sirius is!"
"I want to know where Sirius is!" parroted the woman on Harry's left.
She and her fellow Death Eaters moved closer, only a few feet away from Harry and the others, dazzled by the light from their wands.
"You took him," said Harry.He ignored the panic rising inside him, the fear he'd been trying to dispel since their first steps into row 97. "Here he is. I know he is."
"Little baby woke up with fright, and thought the dream was real." The woman said disgustingly in a baby-like voice.Harry noticed Ron move beside him.
"Don't do anything," Harry muttered, "it's not yet—"
The woman who imitated him laughed in a husky, raspy voice. "Did you hear that? Did you hear that? He was giving orders to the other boys, as if he was going to attack us!"
"Oh, you don't know Potter as well as I do, Bellatrix," said Malfoy softly. "He has a great weakness for heroism; the Dark Lord knows that about him. Now put the prophecy Give me the ball, Potter."
"I know Sirius is here," said Harry, though the panic tightened his chest and made him feel like he couldn't breathe properly. "I know, you got him!"
More Death Eaters laughed, and the woman laughed the loudest. "It's about time you understood the difference between reality and dreams, Potter," Malfoy said. "Give me the Prophecy Ball, or we'll have to use wands."
"Okay, come on then," Harry said, raising his wand to his chest, and at the same time, the six wands of Ron, Hermione, Gwen, Neville, Ginny and Luna were also raised on either side of him. up.Harry's heart tightened.If Sirius wasn't here, he was leading his friends to senseless deaths...but the Death Eaters didn't attack.
"Hand over the prophecy ball, there is no need to hurt people." Malfoy said coldly.
This time it was Harry's turn to laugh. "Yeah, that's right!" he said. "I'll give you this—the prophecy ball, right? And then you'll let us sneak home, right?" As soon as he said that, the woman died The gangster screamed: "The prophecy ball flies—" Harry was on guard against her: before she could finish the spell, Harry shouted: "Armor protection!" Although the glass ball slipped on his finger on the tip, but he managed to grab it.
"Gee, he's pretty good at it, baby Potter," she said, her furious eyes staring hard through the slits of her hood. "Very well, then—"
"I told you. Don't do that!" Malflusius yelled at the woman. "In case you break it—!"
Harry thought quickly.These Death Eaters want this dirty glass globe.He is not interested in this.He just wanted to get everyone out alive and make sure his friends didn't pay dearly for their stupidity... The woman walked away from her accomplices and came over and ripped off her hood.Azkaban made Bellatrix.Lestrange had sunken cheeks, looked haggard and bony, but exuded excitement and enthusiasm.
"Do I need to persuade you more?" she said, her chest heaving violently. "That's good, grab the youngest one," she told the Death Eater nearby, "and show him how we tortured this little girl. I'll do it."
Harry felt the others closing in on Ginny; he took a step to the side, standing just in front of Ginny and blocking her, holding the Prophecy Ball to his chest.Gwen and Ron hugged Ginny's back tightly, and several children formed a circle.
"If you want to deal with any of us, you'll have to break this," he said to Bellatrix. "I don't think your master will be very happy if you don't take it back with you. Yes or no?"
She didn't move, just stared at Harry, and licked her thin lips with the tip of her tongue.
"So," said Harry, "what kind of prophecy is this anyway?"
Gwen didn't think Harry could think of anything else, so he just kept talking.Neville's arms were pressed against his, and he could feel Neville shaking, and he could feel someone breathing heavily into the back of his head.He hoped they were all actively trying to figure out how to get out, because his mind was blank.
Whose brain is not blank?Gwen controlled her muscles almost mechanically now, otherwise she would have collapsed to her knees in no time.She recalled her experiences in the past few years-what are basilisks, werewolves, and dementors?What she was really afraid of were people - living, but inhuman dark wizards.In fifth grade, she only had to face a little Crouch, and the only thing she had to do was stay away from him.When there were a dozen real Death Eaters in front of her, Gwen felt so weak and timid.She didn't want to fight these people at all, she just hoped that Harry - yes, she gave hope to a boy younger than herself - would take them out.
"What kind of prophecy?" Bellatrix repeated, the grin fading from her face. "You're kidding, Harry Potter."
"No, I'm not kidding," Harry said, looking from one Death Eater to another, looking for a weak link, a gap through which they could escape, "Why did Voldemort want it?"
Several Death Eaters let out low hisses of dissatisfaction.
"You dare to call him by his first name?" Bellatrix whispered.
"Of course," said Harry, still holding on to the glass ball, in case someone magically snatched it away, "yes, I have no problem saying the name, v—"
"Shut up!" screamed Bellatrix, "how dare you utter his name from your vile mouth, how dare you defile it with your bastard tongue, how dare you—"
"Did you know he was a bastard too?" Harry said without hesitation.Hermione whispered in his ear. "Voldemort? His mother was a wizard, of course, but his father was a Muggle—did he keep telling you he was purebred?"
"Swoon-"
"No!"
A jet of red light shot from the tip of Bellatrix Lestrange's wand, but Malfoy's spell deflected it, hitting some glass orbs on a shelf a foot to Harry's left. Was smashed to pieces.
Two phantom, pearly-white, floating figures stretched out from the shards of glass that fell to the floor and spoke.Their voices rose and fell, and only a few words could be heard amid the shouts of Malfoy and Bellatrix.
"Don't attack, we need the prophecy ball!"
"How dare he—how dare he—" Bellatrix screamed incoherently, "he stood there—filthy bastard—"
"Wait until we get the Prophecy Orb!" Malfoy yelled.
Gwen narrowed her eyes.What an irony that this woman cursed dirty bastards but gave her soul to another real dirty half-breed.What makes her even more strange is that despite Malfoy's excuse of the prophecy ball, Gwen believes that he is really not interested in Harry's life-and a little more boldly, Gwen believes that Malfoy at least hopes that Harry can leave the magic alive department.
The two figures emerging from the shattered glass ball melted into a thin gas and disappeared without a trace, leaving only the glass shards on the floor.However, they gave Harry an idea.The problem is how to tell others what he thinks.
"Ask me to give you the ball, and you haven't told me what's so special about this prophecy," said Harry, stalling for time.He moved his foot slowly to one side, trying to reach the other person's feet.
"Don't play tricks on us, Potter," said Malfoy.
"I'm not playing tricks.
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