Chapter 295 Everyone is here
As if out of nowhere, many dark shadows appeared around Harry and the others, blocking the path on both sides of them.
The eyes of these people sparkled in the gaps in their hoods, and a dozen wands with shiny tips were aimed at their hearts... The little wizards were so frightened that they held their breath.
Lucius took two steps forward and appeared in front of Harry.
"Give it to me…Potter," he repeated slowly, holding out his hand, palm up.
Harry's heart sank suddenly. They were surrounded. They were not superior in numbers or strength.
"Give it to me." Lucius said again.
"Where is Sirius?" Harry gritted his teeth and asked.
Several Death Eaters laughed.
"The Dark Lord always knows what's going on!" Among the dark figures on the left, a harsh female voice said proudly, "I knew he would be fooled."
"I want to know where Sirius is!" Harry shouted in a panic.
"You captured him." Harry said, shaking off the panic rising in his heart. "He's here... I know he's here."
"The little baby woke up with a fright, thinking that what he dreamed was real." The woman, Bellatrix Lestrange, said disgustingly in a baby-like voice.
As Dumbledore expected, the Dementors eventually betrayed the Ministry of Magic and secretly released Bellatrix and other vicious Death Eaters from prison.
In order to avoid the Dementors, the Aurors stationed in Azkaban usually do not enter the deepest levels to inspect. This also makes Fudge, who is convinced that the Dementors will not betray, still not know that Azkaban is already half empty!
At this time, Harry noticed Ron moving beside him, as if he wanted to take out his wand.
"Don't do anything." Harry muttered, "Not yet—"
Bellatrix laughed in a hoarse, raspy voice.
"Did you hear that? Did you hear that?" She laughed crazily, "He was giving orders to other children, as if he was planning to attack us!"
"Oh, you don't know Potter as well as I do, Bellatrix." Lucius said softly, "He has a big weakness in heroism - the Dark Lord knows that about him."
"So give me the orb, Potter."
"I know Sirius is here." Harry said reluctantly, even though his chest tightened with panic, "I know, you caught him!"
More Death Eaters laughed, and Bella's laughter was the loudest and harshest.
"It's time for you to understand the difference between reality and dreams, Potter." Lucius said, "Give me the prophecy ball immediately, otherwise we will use coercive measures."
"Okay, let's do it!" Harry said, raising his wand to his chest.
At the same time, the six wands of Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny, Rove and Luna were also raised on both sides of him.
Harry's heart tightened. If Sirius really wasn't here, then he was leading his friend to a needless death...
But the Death Eaters didn't attack.
"Hand over the prophecy ball, there is no need for anyone to get hurt." Lucius said coldly.
This time it was Harry's turn to burst into laughter.
"Yes, that's right!" He said keenly, "You want this prophecy ball, but you are afraid that it will be broken by easily using magic spells, right?"
As soon as his words came out of his mouth, Bella read unbearably:
"Accio Prophecy is coming!"
Harry was already on guard against her, and before she could finish reciting the spell, he quickly shouted:
"Protego!"
Although the glass ball slipped on the tip of his finger, he still managed to catch it.
"Oh, he's pretty awesome, little Potter," Bella said, glaring at Harry through the cracks in her hood with furious eyes, "Very well, then -"
"Heart-breaking..."
However, before Bella could recite the Cruciatus Curse, Lucius raised his voice and interrupted her.
"I told you, don't do this!" he yelled at Bella, "If you break it, are you preparing yourself to face the wrath of the Dark Lord?!"
Lucius stopped Bella's attack and relaxed slightly.
He still remembered his undercover mission, which was to prevent Death Eaters from harming the young wizards when necessary... Fortunately, protecting the prophecy ball was a good excuse and would not make other Death Eaters suspicious.
However, just when the Death Eaters had not figured out how to get the prophecy ball into their hands without being damaged, several young wizards suddenly moved.
"Do it!" Harry shouted.
Six different voices read loudly behind him:
"Reducto!"
Six crushing spells flew in six different directions. The oncoming shelf exploded after being hit. The towering shelf swayed, hundreds of glass balls fell apart, and countless pearl-white prophetic images floated out from the prophetic balls. Floating in the air.
Countless prophetic voices intertwined together, making it extremely noisy.
Glass shards fell on the floor like a heavy rain, and sawdust on countless shelves seemed like heavy snow...
In such a scene, the Death Eaters almost subconsciously raised their hands to cover their faces, while the seven young wizards "brave the rain" and quickly ran in the opposite direction of the Death Eaters, lowering their heads and rushing forward. .
They reached the other end of row 97, turned right and started running at full speed.
Directly ahead, a door stood ajar, leading to another room in the Department of Mysteries from which they had entered.
He rushed out the door in one stride, waited for others to quickly cross the threshold, and then slammed the door shut, still holding the prophecy ball tightly in his hand.
"Colloportus!" Hermione chanted the locking spell breathlessly, sealing the door completely.
"Are we...are we saved?" Harry asked breathlessly.
However, before he finished speaking, the grumpy voices of several Death Eaters came from inside the door——
"Open Sesame!"
This was a much rougher unlocking spell than Alajo's opening, and it directly destroyed the locking spell cast by Hermione from inside the door.
Harry and the others realized something was wrong, so they could only gasp and run, and then got into another door... They could no longer tell the specific direction, and could only follow the mysterious affairs like headless flies. The six offices of the company were running around.
The Death Eaters were clinging to them. If it weren't for the prophecy ball in Harry's hand, Harry and the others would have been drowned in the Death Eaters' spells.
After being entangled with Death Eaters in several halls for a long time, the little wizards were all more or less injured...
Even though the Death Eaters' spells would not attack Harry on a large scale in order to protect the prophecy ball from being damaged, they were still far behind the adult, experienced Death Eaters.
By the end, almost only Harry, Rolf, and Neville were left with some fighting ability.
They supported their companions who were either unconscious or hit by the petrification spell, and stumbled into a black door.
The Death Eaters followed, stopping beside them and staring at them.
Several Death Eaters were breathing heavily like Harry and the others, and one was bleeding profusely. It seemed that Dumbledore's Army's Defense Against the Dark Arts practice was effective, and the Death Eaters were not feeling well either.
"Potter, it's time to end," Lucius slowly pulled off his mask, stepped forward like the most loyal Voldemort henchman, and said softly, "Now give me the prophecy ball like a good boy."
"Let...let my friends leave, and I'll give it to you!" Harry said desperately.
Several Death Eaters laughed.
"You have no right to bargain, Potter." Bellatrix laughed sharply, "Look, there are still ten of us, and you only have three left who can move... Could it be that Dumbledore Haven’t I taught you how to count?”
Harry gritted his teeth tightly and wanted to struggle again, but Bella pointed her wand at Neville again.
"Longbottom, right?" A very evil smile appeared on Bellatrix's pale face, "Great, I have had the pleasure of meeting your parents, little one."
Neville seemed to suddenly think of something, and his expression became extremely ferocious.
"That...was you?!" he yelled, raising his wand and trying to rush towards Bella.
"It's so energetic." Bellatrix stared at Neville, looking very excited, "Then, let's see how long Longbottom can last before he collapses like his parents... Unless Potter Willing to hand over the prophecy ball to us.”
"No...Neville, don't go..." Harry wanted to hold Neville back, but Neville didn't know where the strength came from and couldn't hold him back at all.
Bellatrix laughed cruelly and raised her wand:
"Crucio!"
Neville screamed and fell to the ground, his legs curled up to his chest, twitching and screaming in pain.
Harry could completely understand Neville's feelings. After all, he didn't have the amulet made by Professor Dracula.
Rolf took a few steps forward, trying to save Neville from Bella.
However, another Death Eater, Antonin Dolohov, targeted him and used a barrier charm to push Rolf back.
"Bella, that's about it. Getting the prophecy ball first is the most important thing." Lucius was still working hard to fulfill his undercover mission.
"This is just to give him a little taste!" Bellatrix said angrily and put down her wand.
Neville stopped screaming and lay sobbing at her feet.
She turned to look at Harry.
"Okay, Potter, either give us the prophecy orb, or watch your little friend die in pain!"
Harry didn't have to think anymore, he had no choice.
The prophecy ball was still in his hand, warm from the warmth of his body, and he handed it over.
Lucius stretched out his hand to take it, while thinking about how to lose the prophecy ball.
At this moment, the entire dark room seemed to light up with a dazzling light.
Then, above Harry and the Death Eaters, two doors opened at the same time.
Five figures, like gods descending from heaven, rushed into the hall quickly and jumped down from the high steps——
It's Sirius, Lupine, Moody, Tonks and Kingsley, all core members from the Order of the Phoenix.
Dolohov turned around and raised his wand, but Tonks had already fired a Stunning Charm at him.
Harry took the opportunity to jump to the side, out of the reach of Lucius's arm.
The appearance of the members of the Order of the Phoenix diverted the attention of the Death Eaters. They jumped down the steps while shooting raindrops of spells at the Death Eaters.
Passing through the rushing crowds and flashes of light, Harry and Rolph pulled up Neville who was lying on the ground. They escaped from the light of the spell and found a safer place. They helped Neville sit up against the wall.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked Neville as another spell flew inches from their heads.
"It's okay." Neville said and tried to stand up, but was pushed down by Rolf.
"You're already injured, just leave it to us." Rolf said softly, "Luna and the others are not in good condition, and they still need you to take care of them here."
With that he and Harry looked at each other and joined the fight between the Order members and the Death Eaters.
On the other side, Lucius once again began to perform with his superb acting skills.
He cast the spell more diligently than anyone else, but he couldn't hit anyone; and the members of the Order of the Phoenix didn't seem to see him. No one cared about what Lucius was doing, they were just fighting with other Death Eaters. In a ball.
The situation on the field seems to be gradually improving. There are only ten people left with fighting ability on the Death Eaters side——
Antonin Dolohov was hit by Tonks' stun spell without any defense and fell unconscious. Coupled with Lucius being a mole, there were only eight Death Eaters left.
And the five members of the Order of the Phoenix, plus Harry and Rove, make seven!
Harry and Sirius stood together, facing the opposite attack side by side, and their cooperation was extremely tacit.
Rolf came to Tonks and took over some small magical animals she brought over to assist him in his duel, and he also got better.
It seems that the two sides are gradually becoming evenly matched.
Until the scar on Harry's forehead started to hurt again, as if it was burning, and the burning pain was unbearable... The pain made him shed tears...
"Harry, what's wrong with you?" Sirius deflected a petrification spell cast by Bella and bent down to ask Harry.
"Be careful..." Harry murmured painfully, "Voldemort...he...is coming..."
As if to verify Harry's words, a piece of black mist suddenly spread through the dim hall.
The black fog dissipated, and a figure appeared in the center of the hall——
Tall, skinny, wearing a black mask, his snake-like face was pale and haggard, his scarlet eyes like a slit stared at Harry...
Harry stood there frozen, unable to move. Sirius subconsciously stood in front of Harry.
A burst of nervousness flooded into the minds of all the members of the Order of the Phoenix. They knew that no one here was a match for Voldemort.
"We meet again, Potter." Voldemort smiled sinisterly, "If you have any sense, then hand over the prophecy ball."
However, just when Harry felt a little desperate, another lazy voice rang out. This voice made Harry's eyes widen in surprise, and Voldemort's expression also changed instantly -
“I didn’t expect it to be quite lively here!”
The silver-haired figure appeared above the hall in the moonlight.
At the same time, a ball of golden-red fire also appeared in the hall, complementing the moonlight.
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