Chapter 1131 The Prophecy Ball

There was no communication, and the battle began immediately, with spells flying, but it was over immediately. www.uuk.la

In this narrow space, the Death Eaters who were in an ambush had no advantage at all, and they couldn't possibly be the opponents of the Order of the Phoenix.

Harry watched as Malfoy dodged the spell again, and Latrix ducked behind a tall Death Eater, letting four spells hit the human shield in front of her, and the Death Eater was killed. Knocked out, he fell on his back towards the glass bell behind him.

Harry thought he would bang against the solid glass and slide down the glass bell to the floor.

But no, his head sank through the bell jar as if it were just a soap bubble.

Then he became motionless, sprawled on the table, his head sunk in the bell-shaped glass filled with flashing air.

Then, that head began to change.

For a moment, everyone opened their mouths intently, staring at that head with trepidation.

It was shrinking rapidly, becoming more and more bald, the black hair and beard stubble receding into its head.

His cheeks had smoothed out, and his head was round and covered with down. As the Death Eater struggled to regain his feet, a baby's head grew eerily out of his thick, muscular neck.

Just as they stared dumbfounded, the head began to swell to its former size again.

Thick black hair grew back from the top of his head and chin, and the Death Eater shook his ugly head again, trying to regain consciousness, but before he could pull himself together, his head began to retract into the infancy.

Over and over again, time played on his head, and he made pained noises.

Sirius waved his wand, and a red light stunned him, ending his suffering, but the magic continued.

"Throw away your wand, or I'll give you a taste of this," Sirius called to the five remaining Death Eaters.

Latrix didn't put down her wand, she stepped back slowly, into the darkness, looking for a suitable spot.

Above her head, are rows of hourglasses.

"How do you know what we're doing tonight?" Malfoy didn't move, but he didn't put down his wand either.

"Tonight's action, I don't know about that stuff. This was originally a plan against you, a plan to lure you out of the lair, and you failed!" Sirius said disdainfully, "Now, put down the wand, I will make you feel better .”

"We haven't failed!" Latrix enthused.

"My dear cousin, you need to learn to recognize reality." Sirius replied sarcastically.

"Stupid, the power of the Dark Lord is beyond your imagination, it is impossible for you to..."

"Really?" said Sirius. "Where is the mighty Voldemort, then? He wouldn't dare come here at all!"

"Do you really think so, Blake?" said a grim voice.

Harry looked up sharply, and he saw the tall, thin, black masked, snake-like face pale and haggard, with scarlet eyes with pupils like slits staring at them, Voldemort was standing At the door, the wand was pointed at them.

"Master, here you come, Master!" said Bellatrix ecstatically, and she flung herself down at his feet.

Sirius swung his wand, but without moving his hand, he pulled Harry back quickly, back into the crowd.

The others did not issue their wands either, all staring at Voldemort.

Voldemort's sudden appearance cheered up the remaining Death Eaters, and the Order of the Phoenix was all wary.

They were no match for Voldemort, and Harry and Sirius retreated into the crowd, and he saw Lupine, Moody, Tonks, Kingsley, and when he walked through that door, he couldn't see Voldemort, he could only hear To Bellatrix's shouts and Voldemort's chilling voice.

"Quiet, Bella!" Voldemort said horribly, "I'll deal with you later! Do you think I came to the Ministry of Magic just to hear you cry and apologize? There can be no more failures, I want to get that crucial prophecy Ball, before I make the final choice, I must know that prophecy, even if I make it myself..."

Harry couldn't hear the latter words, and he was led by Sirius to run into the room.

The room was as tall as a cathedral and filled with soaring shelves covered with tiny dusty glass spheres.

More candlesticks were embedded on the shelf at certain intervals, from which dim light shot out, the same as in the original black round room, the flames were blue, and the small glass balls glowed faintly in the light , the house is very cold.

"Harry, go and find the prophecy ball, it's in row 97, and take him out of here." Sirius said quickly, "We can't let him get the prophecy ball, we have to delay, Dumbledore will be here soon will come."

"What's going on, Sirius?" Harry asked.

"I'll explain to you later that they can't stop Voldemort for long. There is still a door here. After getting the prophecy ball, run out from there." Sirius said, "The 85th row, the 96th row, and the 97th row are here. Find your name, Harry, hurry up."

They walked along the long aisle between the shelves, and it was almost dark in the distance.

Harry heard the sound of fighting coming from the doorway, and he focused on the little yellowed labels on the shelf below each glass ball, some with a mysterious flowing light, others dim and dark. , like a light bulb that goes out.

Then, on the shelf thick with dust, he saw his own name.

It was a small glass ball. It was dirty, as if it hadn't been touched for many years, but the gleam inside made it a little shiny. With this gleam of light, you could see the yellowish underside of the glass ball. The label, with a date dated about sixteen years ago in fine lettering, followed by the Dark Lord and Harry Potter.

"This is it, Harry!" said Sirius. "It's the Prophecy Ball about you. Take it."

Harry had a lot of questions, and looked at Sirius who still looked like the Death Eater.

He hesitated, then reached out and took the dirty little ball. He thought it was cold, but on the contrary, it made people feel as if it had been left in the sun for hours, as if it had been soaked by its own body. The light is warm.

"Sirius, this..."

Before Harry could finish his sentence, a miserable green light flashed in front of his eyes.