94 hp Diagon Alley

Behind the fountain.Her return hit the handsome wizard on the head, and it fell twenty feet away, gouging a long gash in the wooden floor.

"Never used the Unforgivable Curse, did you, boy?" she yelled, no longer in that infantile falsetto. "You need to give them evil powers, Potter! You need to actually make Pain—it can be used handily—righteous anger can’t do anything to me for a long time—let me give you a demonstration, how about it? I want to show you some color—"

Harry moved slowly along the fountain on the other side of the fountain. "Crucio!" Bellatrix screamed, and Harry had to squat down hastily again. The centaur's arm holding the bow was sent flying, and landed on the ground away from the golden Slightly further from the wizard's head.

"Potter, you can't beat me!" she yelled.

Harry could hear her moving to the right to get a better aim at him.He curled up behind the centaur's legs, his head at exactly the height of the house-elf.He stepped back around the statue, trying to distance herself from her.

"I was and am the most loyal servant of the Dark Lord. I learned the Dark Arts from him, and I know spells with powers that a poor little man like you could never hope to achieve—"

"Swoon!" Harry yelled.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, here's your chance!" Bellatrix yelled. "Give me the Prophecy Ball—roll it to me on the ground—and I'll spare you!"

"Yeah, it looks like I'm going to die because it's shattered!" Harry was roaring, a sharp pain passing 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, burning pain unbearably... 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 and no one heard what it said. Tell your boss!"

"No!" 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!" shouted Harry, frowning to ease the pain in his scar, which was now worse than ever, "he can't hear you shouting here!"

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

In another room, the Death Eaters had been more or less finished by Dumbledore and a few members of the Order of the Phoenix.Gwen and Neville guarded Sirius tightly, Lupine searched for Harry in every room, Bill, who arrived halfway, found Hermione and Ron, and was preparing to cover the students to escape through the fireplace with Cedric.

Dumbledore pursed his lips at the equally pale, blond-haired Malfoy.After a while, he seemed to have made up his mind, and suddenly shouted: "I did everything a Malfoy can do!"

Gwen didn't understand, and neither did the Death Eaters, but Dumbledore seemed to pause.He tightened his crooked nose, and stared at Malfoy for a while with a complicated, contemptuous look in Gwen's eyes.Finally, he said in a gentle voice, "Then, Azkaban is your best destination."

Surprisingly, old Malfoy hung his haughty head, seemingly quite satisfied with the ending.The other captured Death Eaters were still struggling to escape, determined not to return to Azkaban.

Gwen, who was moving, suddenly stopped, and her face could be described as hideous.Facing Bill, a blood vessel near Gwen's temple twitched, and she only said one sentence—"Someone is coming." Then, the witch who had persisted all night fell straight to the ground.

Just as Neville was about to catch her body, Dumbledore in the room disappeared instantly.

Tall, thin, wearing a black mask, the snake-like terrible face is pale and haggard, the pupils are like a thin slit, and the scarlet eyes stare intently... Voldemort appeared in the middle of the hall, his wand pointed at Harry, haha Leigh stood there stiffly, unable to move.

"So you shattered my prophecy ball?" said Voldemort softly, fixing Harry with his scarlet, hard eyes. "No, Bella, he wasn't lying...I saw the truth coming from him. Worthless head looking at me...months of preparation, months of hard work...my Death Eaters let Harry get in my way again..."

"Master, I'm sorry, I didn't know, I was fighting Animagus Black!" Bellatrix sobbed.Voldemort approached slowly, and she quickly fell at his feet. "Master, you know—"

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

"I have nothing more to tell you, Potter," Voldemort said calmly again, "you have been messing with me for a long time, Avada Kedavra!"

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Harry couldn't even open his mouth to protest, his mind was blank and his wand was pointed at the floor, useless.

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.

"What—?" cried Voldemort, looking around, and gasped, "Dumbledore!"

Harry looked behind him, heart pounding.Dumbledore was standing right 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 jumped on it, pinning Bellatrix firmly to the floor.Meanwhile, the goblins and house-elfs were sprinting towards the wall-mounted fireplace, and the one-armed centaur was galloping at Voldemort, who disappeared, then reappeared by the pool.As Dumbledore charged at Voldemort, the golden centaurs jogged around the two of them, while the headless statue pushed Harry back, keeping him out of the fight.

"It would be foolish to come here this evening, Tom," said Dumbledore quietly, "the Aurors are on their way—"

"Whenever I am finished, you will be dead!" Voldemort spat.He fired 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," cried Voldemort, his scarlet eyes squinting over the shield. "Can anything be worse?"

"We all know that there are many other ways to destroy a person, Tom," said Dumbledore still calmly, and continued to approach Voldemort as if he hadn't taken what was before him into account 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 about drinking.He was still approaching Voldemort, and Harry saw him walking alone, without any protection; he wanted to yell.