Chapter 1128 Department of Mysteries

"Who are we?" Lestrange laughed harshly again. She took a step forward and pulled off her hood. How can I help you?"

She was not what Harry saw in the Pensieve, Azkaban made Bellatrix Lestrange sunken cheeks, haggard and bony, but exuberant, feverish, she He raised his wand high, his chest heaving violently. www.uuk.la【】.

"Bellatrix!" Malfoy warned. "The Dark Lord has commanded Potter to be his prey."

"I know!" She licked her thin lips with the tip of her tongue, "I'll take care of myself."

"We don't have time to torture him here, Dumbledore's men may come over at any time..."

"What are you going to do?" Harry asked, forcing himself to suppress the panic rising inside him.

"We need your help to go down and get something." Malfoy said coldly. He waved his wand, and the rope tied to Harry's body was loosened. "Don't play tricks, Potter, or you will regret it."

"What do you need me to get?" Harry stood up rubbing his wrists, feeling his legs shaking.

It seems that because of disdain, the other party did not confiscate his wand, and he still has a chance.

"You're kidding, Harry Potter," Bellatrix said. 【】

"No, I'm not kidding." Harry glanced at each of the Death Eaters, looking for a weak link, a gap that could allow them to escape, "You want me to go down to get something, but I don't know What is that. If you want me to cooperate, tell me, what is kept in the Department of Mysteries, and what is Voldemort going to do?"

As soon as he finished speaking, several Death Eaters let out low hisses of dissatisfaction.

"You dare to call him by his first name?" Bellatrix whispered.

"Of course!" said Harry. "He scares you, but I've got 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, feeling utterly daring. "Voldemort? Of course, his mother was a wizard, but his father was a Muggle. Did he keep telling you Is he purebred?"

"Shut up, Cruciatus!"

Harry dodged to the side subconsciously, and the training worked, he avoided Bellatrix's spell.

Just as he was about to draw out his own wand to fight back, Malfoy's wand stopped firmly in front of his eyes.

"Bellatrix, as I said, we don't have time, and he's the Dark Lord's prey," he said softly, looking at Harry from under his hood. "And you, Potter, don't challenge us again." Bottom line..."

"But he dared, dared..." Bellatrix screamed incoherently, "Dirty bastard!"

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

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

This answer somewhat surprised him. Before that, he always thought it would be a weapon.

"It's kept within the Department of Mysteries," Malfoy replied, pointing his wand at Harry. "Get up and go!"

"What kind of prophecy was that?" Harry asked, trying to sound more composed.

"Don't play tricks on us, Potter," said Malfoy.

"I'm not playing tricks," Harry replied, stalling for time to escape.

They walked through the security checkpoint next to the fountain, which was empty, and the Death Eaters must have taken care of the security guards.

But there must be more than one security officer in the Ministry of Magic. Where are they now? Have you noticed what's going on in the lobby?

"Really? Didn't Dumbledore ever tell you that the reason for your scar is hidden in the Department of Mysteries?" Malfoy sneered.

"What happened to my scar?" Harry asked.

"What's wrong?" Malfoy said cheerfully, without answering Harry's question.

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

They came to the elevator, and a Death Eater went to press the nearest "down" button, and almost immediately the elevator clicked into view, and the golden bars slid through it to the sides with a loud, reverberating clang. Voice.

They went inside, and Harry saw Bellatrix poke button number nine, and the bars slammed shut.

The elevator was rattling and rattling, and Harry hadn't noticed how loud it was when he came here with Mr. Weasley that day, and he was sure that the noise would have caught the attention of every security guard in the building .

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

"What's going on?" His mind was still on the topic just now. "What is that prophecy? Why do you say that it has something to do with my scar?"

"It appears that Dumbledore never told you," said Malfoy. "Then that would explain why you didn't come here sooner, Potter. The Dark Lord wondered at one point why he told you it in his dream." When you were hiding somewhere, you didn’t run over, he thought that your instinctive curiosity would make you eager to hear the accurate information in the prophecy ball.”

"Yeah?" said Harry, "so he wants me to get the Prophecy Orb, but why?"

"Why?" Malfoy repeated happily, "because only the man mentioned in the prophecy, Potter, has the right to get it from the Department of Mysteries, and the Dark Lord is using someone else to steal the orb for him. discovered."

"I mean, why would he want to steal a prophecy about me?"

"It's about the two of you, Potter, it's about the two of you," Malfoy said. "Has it never occurred to you why the Dark Lord tried to kill you when you were a baby?"

Through the eyehole in Malfoy's hood, Harry looked up and stared into his half-disappearing gray eyes.

He couldn't help but wonder, was that prophecy the real reason for his parents' death?

Also, is that why he wears his lightning-shaped scar?

The elevator came to a slow stop, and the indifferent woman's voice said, "Department of Mysteries."

"Okay, here we are!"

The fence opened and they stepped out into the hallway.

The torchlight flickered in the draft stirred up by the elevator, and Harry saw five more Death Eaters.

Also, the plain black door directly ahead.

For months he had only seen it in his dreams, and now he was here at last. .

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