Chapter 1063: Ministry of Magic

"I'm not playing any tricks..." Harry denied.

"Very good, then let's..."

"Wait a minute, I have one last question." Harry said quickly, and a trace of unconcealable boredom was clearly visible on Bellatrix's face.

"What's the problem..." Lucius said patiently, and his cane made a crisp sound when it came into contact with the marble floor.

Harry seemed to have come to his senses, and Bellatrix also turned her head at the same time. It was hard to tell who Lucius was reminding, but no matter what, they had to pay attention to their respective identities.

"I mean, Sirius..."

"You should try to distinguish what is reality and what is fantasy." Lucius said coldly, breaking Harry's last worry.

In fact, the one he should worry about most now is himself.

"Okay," Harry said resignedly. Although he had been prepared for it, he still couldn't help but feel a little frightened after receiving Malfoy's confirmation.

What use does Occlumency have to him? Voldemort was still able to influence him, and he didn't give up on believing it.

This is the worst thing for Harry. Voldemort has completely grasped his weakness, but he has no way to resist.

As the light source got closer, a familiar hall appeared in front of Harry's eyes.

Here is the Ministry of Magic, with solemn black dissatisfaction, and Fudge's huge poster is still hanging on the front wall, but the only difference is that there are only a few of them in the hall.

They passed through the security checkpoint next to the fountain. There was supposed to be an Auror there before, but now it was empty. Even if it was the Ministry of Magic's off-duty hours, it should not be the most authoritative place.

There is no doubt that the Aurors here have been eliminated, but the Ministry of Magic must have more than one security personnel. Where are they now? Did you notice what was going on in the hall? These people were not touched at all when they came in?

Several questions lingered in Harry's mind, which was almost impossible for the tightly guarded Ministry of Magic.

"What on earth is that?" Harry couldn't help asking, trying to attract the attention of the Ministry of Magic, but this was destined to be in vain. The Death Eaters had already been prepared, and Lucius was here. If there really was If anyone comes, unless they are from the Order of the Phoenix, they will definitely be sent away by Malfoy.

Or, be killed directly?

The latter possibility may be greater.

"What do you mean?" After entering the Ministry of Magic, Lucius relaxed a little. Everything was still going according to his arrangement, at least for now, although it was very strange that Tafur threw Harry to him. It was abrupt, but it didn't bother him.

"Crystal ball, what is that prophecy?"

"you do not know?"

"Yes!" Harry nodded. In fact, until now, he still didn't quite understand what Voldemort needed him to do.

"Really? Did Dumbledore never tell you that the reason for your scar is hidden in the Department of Mysteries?" Malfoy laughed.

"What's wrong with my scar...what's going on?" Harry asked.

"What's going on?" Malfoy glanced at Harry contemptuously, seeming to be disdainful of Harry's ignorance.

Several Death Eaters laughed again, seemingly satisfied with the current situation.

"Poor..." I don't know who said it. All the Death Eaters booed, and then laughed maliciously. "It seems that the old madman is still the same. He doesn't trust anyone. "

Bellatrix said, her laughter was very sharp, which made Harry feel a little harsh, but...

Harry felt like a clown, but no one paid attention to Harry's embarrassment and just walked over with Harry.

They came to the elevator, and a Death Eater pressed the nearest "down" button. The elevator clicked almost immediately and appeared in front of them. The golden bars slid to both sides, making a clear and melodious ding-dong sound. , which was originally very comfortable, but in the empty hall, it seemed a bit...

They walked in and Harry saw a man poke his finger at number nine's button and the bars slam shut.

The elevator made a rattling sound, which seemed to be overwhelmed, which made Harry very irritable. However, on the day of the Wizengamot trial, Mr. Weasley did not notice that it was so noisy when he brought him here. , maybe it was his inner irritability, but Harry's mood became very complicated anyway, especially when he was surrounded by a black robe. Fortunately, there was no pungent smell here.

However, Harry was still looking forward to someone coming. The movement in the elevator was too great...

But nothing happened, and Harry's heart sank along with the elevator.

"What is going on?" His mind was still stuck on the topic just now, "What is that prophecy? Why do you think it is related to my scar?"

"It seems that Dumbledore never told you." Malfoy, "Then, this explains why you didn't come here immediately. In fact, the Dark Lord is also wondering. He clearly gave you enough hints in the dream, but you never showed up here again and again. Originally, the Dark Lord was because of your stupidity, but now it seems that the old madman didn't tell you everything."

"Really?" Harry, "So he wants me to get the prophecy, but why?"

"Why?" Malfoy repeated happily again, "Because only the person mentioned in the prophecy, Potter, has the right to get it from the Department of Mysteries. This is what the Dark Lord discovered when he used others to steal the prophecy for him."

"I mean, why did he want to steal the prophecy about me?"

"About the two of you, Potter, it's about the two of you." Malfoy, "Have you never thought about why the Dark Lord tried to kill you when you were a baby, but hasn't succeeded yet?"

Harry looked up at Malfoy. Voldemort didn't kill him. According to now, it was just a matter of a spell, but why?

Why would he be associated with someone like Voldemort?

Fanlin said that this was destined, but... why was it him?

Perhaps in that prophecy, Harry could get all the answers, why his parents died at the hands of Voldemort, why... (To be continued)