Chapter 1062: Playing Tricks

"Stumping, he told you he was a purebred?"

Harry said unceremoniously, as long as they were related to Voldemort, everyone knew this.

Tom Riddle?

The name Voldemort came from his Muggle father, the poor Slytherin woman, who used a love potion to give birth to him.

Fortunately, otherwise, it is not certain whether Voldemort exists or not.

However, just such a resume from the past has become a taboo for Death Eaters now.

"Fan Lin is right, you are just a bunch of wretches who dare not face me." Harry said disdainfully, not knowing where he got the confidence, and Harry gradually straightened his back.

"Shut up...shut up!" Bella was like an angry beast, her fluffy curly hair was like rising poisonous snakes, revealing a skinny face.

"Grucio!"

Harry almost reflexively tried to dodge away, but the angry Bella was obviously no match for Harry, especially when the attack was sudden. Harry barely had time to react, and a flash of red light penetrated Harry's body.

Compared to Tarfur's Cruciatus Curse, Bella was obviously better at this, and because of her anger, even the Cruciatus Curse knocked Harry to the ground.

It was like being in a fire. Harry felt that every cell in his body was burning, but the pain...

"Okay Bellatrix!" Malfoy's hand grasped Bellatrix's wrist in an instant.

The next second, the pain faded from Harry's body, as if he had just been fished out of the water, and Harry gasped for breath. Like a drowning man getting a chance to see the light of day again.

"This is what you do..." Harry gasped, "deny the facts. You don't even dare to admit Voldemort's past. Why, this... goes against your purpose. You should look down on someone..."

"Heart-piercing and bone-cutting..."

"No, stop, Bellatrix!" Malfoy suppressed Bellatrix's hand, "Bellatrix, let me go, we don't have time, and he is the prey of the Dark Lord. " He whispered, looking at Harry from under the hood, "And you, Potter, don't challenge our bottom line again, it won't do you any good..."

"But how dare he, how dare..." Bellatrix screamed incoherently, "Dirty bastard!"

"We'll wait until we get the prophecy ball!" Malfoy said decisively.

"Prophecy ball?!" Harry captured this word keenly, "You want me to go down and get a prophecy ball?"

This answer somewhat surprised him. Before this, he had always thought it would be a weapon. However, upon recalling it carefully, Harry felt that it was very reasonable.

In his dream, he saw a shelf with crystal balls.

It can be said that there are so many prophecies there that it is beyond imagination. Even the records of the Ministry of Magic cannot completely identify every prophecy. All of them are sealed somewhere.

"It is kept within the Department of Mysteries," Malfoy replied, pointing his wand at Harry, "Get up and move forward!"

"What kind of prophecy is that?" Harry asked, trying to sound calmer.

"Don't play tricks on us, Potter." Lucius said unceremoniously, trying to reject Harry's question.

"I'm not playing tricks, I mean..." Harry's brain was working rapidly, "I mean, there are a lot of prophecy balls, how do I know which one I'm looking for."

"You'll know when you get there, Potter." Rookwood said like a friend, but it was difficult for Harry to feel even the slightest sense of intimacy.

"Wait a minute..." Harry said suddenly, and everyone stopped and looked at him.

"What do you want to do, Potter." Lucius said, "I warned you not to play tricks, or do you think that the people around you... are just decorations, Potter..."

Bellatrix raised her eyebrows, a dangerous and crazy smile on her thin face.

"Dirty little bastard, are you planning to run away?"

"It's none of your business, Bellatrix, if you still want me to live to help Voldemort get something." Harry said.

"You dirty..."

"Bellatrix, step back." Lucius forced a smile.

"But……"

"For the sake of the Dark Lord, that brat is right. We can't touch him. Whether it's the Dark Lord or Tafur, if something happens to Potter, that woman will never miss the opportunity to hit us." Lucius frowned He spoke quickly with a frown, looking up from time to time to look at Harry who was surrounded in the center.

"Okay..." Bellatrix said unwillingly. She just looked at Harry a little crazily, and the threat in her eyes was naturally self-evident.

"Okay, Potter, I advise you not to provoke Bellatrix, otherwise..."

"I'm not provoking." Harry said seriously, "I'm just stating some facts, and I really don't know what the crystal ball you need looks like. No one wants to die for no reason..."

"Then you should be smarter, Potter, don't waste half a day on these meaningless things, don't play tricks with me, this is the last time I warn you!" Lucius looked at Harry dangerously, and was very dissatisfied with someone's behavior without any sense of capture.

"I remember, you once said..." Harry recalled, "two things, but the crystal ball is only one of them, and you didn't tell me the other one, I can't think of what it is, how to get it."

"Oh...it's none of your business." Lucius said coldly, "What you need to do is to take out the crystal ball and hand it to me, and then kneel in front of the Dark Lord and beg for his forgiveness."

"But you didn't ask me to take it..." Harry pretended not to understand, "If...I mean if..."

"Be smarter, kid, no matter how much you delay, no one will come to save you, Dumbledore is not here!" A tall Death Eater said, the voice was a little familiar, Harry had heard it on the night of Voldemort's resurrection.

That was Goyle's father, a group of guys who came out of Slytherin.

"If there is no problem, I think we can leave, Potter, don't try to do anything, even if..." Malfoy glanced at the wand tightly held in Harry's hand. (To be continued)