Chapter 564: The Prophecy Ball
Harry, whose brain became clear due to the pain in his face, finally recalled the dream of Sirius being imprisoned, bound, and tortured, while he was foolishly obsessed with that veil...
When Ron let go of his hand, Harry took a few steps back, rubbed his red and swollen cheeks with shame, and glanced in the direction opposite to the door just now, "Thank you... I'm fine ,continue."
Ron nodded to the others, motioning to keep pace with Harry, and the wall began to spin again, then stopped again. Harry walked to a door at random and pushed it open.
"Here it is!" Harry exclaimed excitedly.
"We have to hurry up." Ron frowned unconsciously. It was too noisy here, and there was a continuous busy ticking sound all around, like thousands of little feet walking. Looking around, all kinds of clocks are hung in the gaps between the bookshelves, or placed on the tables as long as the room. The light is a tall bell-shaped crystal at the far end of the room.
The three of Ginny quickly followed Harry and Ron through the narrow gap between the tables, past the crystal bell, and to the only door at the back.
The room behind the door is completely different from the room just now, it is very quiet here. The cathedral-high room was filled with tall shelves filled with tiny, dusty glass spheres, each with a small yellowing label. The candles on both sides of the wall emitted a faint blue light. In the dim passage, Harry and Ron led others to pass between two rows of towering glass balls. Occasionally, a few glass balls flickered out when they passed by. soft light...
"Ninety-seventh row is here." Ron stopped in his tracks and looked at Harry.
Harry looked a little uncomfortable, he thought that as he got closer, the ragged figure of Sirius would appear on the dark floor, "I don't understand... this is the place in my dream, but Sirius is not here , he may..."
"Harry." Ron's soft call caught Harry's attention, Harry followed Ron's gaze and swept his eyes upwards before Ron continued to whisper, "Give me that, don't touch anything else. Ron signaled to Harry to take down a dusty glass ball that was lying there.
Although Harry didn't understand why the other party didn't do it himself, he walked forward obediently. Although the small glass ball in front of him was covered with dust, there was a faint light shining from it. Inserted was a yellowed label with a date sixteen years ago, and Harry's name underneath the date. Harry held the dusty but unnaturally warm glass globe between his fingers. He took the glass ball off the shelf and handed it over.
Ron gently brushed off the dust on it, picked up the prophecy ball and looked at it for a while, then he suddenly motioned for everyone to approach him and block the others behind him.
The wanton and insolent woman's laughter broke the silence of the room, and then she said disgustingly in a baby-like voice: "That red-haired kid is the poor Weasley? Give it to me quickly. Good boy baby……"
With the appearance of the woman, many dark figures appeared nearby, blocking the way on either side of them; the eyes of these people gleamed in the gaps in the hoods, and more than twenty wands with bright tips were aimed at Harry and his party .
"Bai has been walking with you for so long, give it to her quickly." The wizard who wore the same brass-colored mask painted with golden vines as the woman urged with a grim smile, and an orange-yellow flame shot out from the wand in his hand. , the flame rose into the air and burned for a moment before being extinguished. "Next time I'll aim at that cute little girl's face."
"If you set it on fire, I'll smash it." Ron snorted coldly and raised the glass ball in his hand.
"Kid, hold on tight, if it breaks, I'll smash your bones one by one." A wizard wearing a black-and-silver patterned mask threatened Ron slowly,
After he nodded cryptically, he approached the wizard who set fire, and whispered in his ear, "If it is smashed, I'm afraid the master will not let us go."
"Where's Sirius!" Harry yelled at them.
"Where's Sirius!" the woman in the brass mask repeated Harry's yell exaggeratedly, then laughed hysterically as if she was amusing herself.
"Follow me." Ron held up the glass ball and motioned for several others to follow him.
At this moment, the female Death Eater was heard screaming, "The prophecy ball flew—"
Ron seemed to have been prepared for a long time, and directly hit the woman with a spell to interrupt her spellcasting. Then Ron turned the tip of his wand, and the woman's crazy eyes stared out from the slit of the mask, and screamed: " what are you up to?"
Ron slowly touched the glass ball with his wand, and there was a piercing sound of glass being scratched. Ron snorted coldly, "Get your people out of the way, or it won't be able to bear it again."
"Be careful, don't irritate him, in case it is broken—" the wizard wearing a black background and silver pattern mask shouted at the witch.
Ron kept his wand on the glass ball, and the Death Eaters blocking the passage screamed and were forced to get out of the way. Harry and the others raised their wands around him, and they moved towards the hall vigilantly. As they retreated outside, the dark figures of the Death Eaters approached them. They kept chasing, but they dared not approach because of the glass ball in Ron's hand.
Exiting the hall, their ears were filled with the sound of clocks ticking, and Harry became more irritable and anxious amidst these sounds. Just as they passed through the narrow gap between the tables, the witch seemed to be unable to bear it and raised her wand, and the wizard with a black background and silver pattern mask held her down, "Don't attack, we need the prophecy ball, Let’s talk in an open place.”
"I want to take off the mask. It makes me uncomfortable. Lestrange doesn't need to hide his identity. You are still as timid as you were when you faced those Bludgers in the game, Lu..." The man with the golden vine mask The witch took off his mask. He was Rudolphus Lestrange, the Death Eater.
"Don't call me by my name! You are wanted, but I am not! The master needs someone to help him out!" Lucius, who was wearing a black silver mask, was a little crazy about his companion's behavior.
"It's called the Prophecy Ball. Why do you want it so desperately? Where is Sirius?" Harry realized that he might have been deceived by Voldemort using dreams as McGonagall said.
Ron shook his head at Harry, "I think many people have tried to tell you that you should distinguish between dreams and reality, Harry. As for the prophecy ball, have you ever wondered why the Dark Lord wanted to kill the infant child?" You?"
"Someone made a prophecy about me and Voldemort?" Harry couldn't help looking at the prophecy ball in Ron's hand, "but why did you bring me here to get it?"
"Because except for the Reticent, only those involved in the prophecy can take the prophecy ball from the Mystery Department. Alright, give it to me now." Lucius, wearing a mask, walked out of the Hall of Time and used his His wand was pointed at them, but unfortunately his slow pace obviously hindered the speed of other Death Eaters going out, and many people were blocked in the Hall of Time.
"Come and get it if you want it." Ron challenged them, and led everyone back to the death hall with the curtain. The Death Eaters who had entered the hall looked a little hesitant at the death penalty room. But the entrance and exit were blocked in an instant, and the Lestranges and Lucius led a few people to rush in.
Then the sound of cursing from outside the door caught their attention, and through the open door, six Aurors in H94 uniforms could be seen holding their wands aloft, and the Death Eaters who fell behind were in a stalemate.
"It's the guards on duty. It doesn't matter. There are more than a dozen people who are in charge of patrolling every night. The reaction speed is better than before I was imprisoned, but it's still useless. It took so long to find us. A few people went to help. Let's hurry up and wait. Set them on fire after finishing solving this group of children." Rudolphs turned his head and took a look before continuing to focus on Ron and his party who were still holding the prophecy ball.