Chapter 362 The Department of Mysteries and Dumbledore's Army
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
The place where Harry saw Sirius in the dream was in the seventh row of No. 90, and now they are in the 53rd row.
Walking towards the passage on the right, with some nervous sweat in his palms, Harry said in a low voice, "Get your wands ready."
His little friends had already held their wands in their hands, and upon hearing this, they were all ready to fight.
Raising their wands, they looked back from time to time, for fear of people coming from behind.
No.80 four rows, No.80 five rows...
Small yellow labels were inserted under the glass balls on the shelf. Some glass balls shone like a strange liquid, while others were dull.
Harry was cautious, listening to every slight movement.
But he couldn't hear anything. Could it be that Sirius has been tortured to the point where he can't speak?
Or...
Sirius is dead.
Harry's mind was muddled, and he tried to reassure himself that he wouldn't.
While he was thinking wildly, Hermione's voice sounded.
"97." Hermione reminded Harry softly.
They gathered at the end of the row of shelves, looking down the aisle, but no one was there.
Harry's mouth was dry, and he said, "He's at the end here, you can't see it clearly from here."
He didn't dare to think that he had made a mistake. Could it be that it was just a dream as Hermione said?
For a dream, they broke into the Ministry of Magic.
If found...
He wanted to prove that he was right, leading the way through the high shelves where the glass balls were placed.
"He should be around here." He said, as if Sirius might appear on the floor with every step he took. "It's right here, really close."
"Harry?" Hermione called hesitantly, but Harry didn't want to answer.
He couldn't accept that since he was really cheated, he said, "It's right here, somewhere."
They walked from one end to the other, and into the dim candlelight again.
No one, just a dusty, echoing silence.
"He might..." Harry was unwilling to accept the reality, and wanted to keep searching.
"Harry," said Hermione, seeing Harry like this, "I don't think Sirius is here."
Harry stopped, he didn't dare to look at other people's expressions, because he was very uncomfortable.
He had had a big fight with Hermione before because of a dream.
Tell him now that his dream was wrong.
There was nothing wrong with it, but it was his fault that caused them to be arrested by Umbridge and come to the Ministry of Magic again.
He dared not face it.
"Harry?" Ron called him this time.
"what's wrong?"
Harry didn't want to talk to Ron, let alone know what stupid Ron had done, or suggest to go back the same way.
He seems to want to stay here, forever can hide.
But Ron didn't do something stupid, let alone suggested going back, but said, "Did you see this?"
He pointed to a glass ball on a shelf. Harry thought it was some trace left by Sirius here, and he walked over with brisk steps.
It was a glass ball, not a clue.
Harry was disappointed, and at the same time didn't understand why he let himself watch.
Ron pointed to the small label on the glass ball and said, "Your name is on it."
Harry leaned in to have a look, he had to crane his neck because he was shorter than Ron.
It was a date 16 years ago and it said: "The Dark Lord and Harry Potter."
Harry stared blankly, why did he have his own name?
"What is this?" Ron also asked, "Why is your name on it?"
Then Ron glanced at the others, not his name, nor anyone else's.
"Don't touch it!" Hermione said sternly when she saw Harry reach out to touch it. "Harry, I don't think you should touch it."
Harry puzzled: "Why, this thing has something to do with me, doesn't it?"
"Don't touch it, Harry." Ginny also thought it was a bad idea.
"It has my name on it." Harry was still stubborn.
When his hand touched the glass ball and held it, he thought it would be icy cold, but it was as warm as if he had been in the sun for several hours.
Harry wanted something dramatic to happen, something thrilling.
This can make their long journey worthwhile.
With such a mood, he took down the glass ball.
The others gathered together, even though they didn't want Harry to take the risk, they won't see it in vain.
None of them noticed that someone appeared behind them.
A drawn-out voice spoke.
"Very well, Potter, you are, as you guessed it, a Gryffindor."
There was sarcasm and ridicule in the voice, "Turn around now, turn around slowly, and give it to me."
At this time, Harry and the others realized that there were many dark figures around them.
They blocked the way to the left and right, masked and hooded figures with a dozen wands aimed at their hearts.
And the one who spoke, Harry recognized.
Not only him, but everyone except Luna.
Lucius Malfoy.
The handsome middle-aged man with long platinum hair said in a drawn voice, "Give it to me, Potter."
He held out his hand, with some pleasant disdain on his face, "Give it to me."
Harry squeezed the glass ball tightly and asked, "Where's Sirius?"
Several Death Eaters laughed, and a hoarse female voice said with some madness, "The Dark Lord is really clever!"
The Death Eaters' jeers were harsh, but Harry still seemed to be clinging to his dream.
"I want to know where Sirius is!"
"I want to know where Sirius is!" The crazy woman imitated Harry's words, and then laughed.
Lucius didn't laugh out loud, he was a middle-aged gentleman, of course, he also smiled appropriately.
"You got him," Harry said loudly, "right here, I know."
"The baby was terrified when he woke up, thinking that the dream was real." The crazy woman walked slowly to Lucius' side.
A white and pale face was revealed, but under the neck of that face was a body with horrific burns and many nails pierced into it.
"Little... darling... baby, Potter."
Bellatrix Lestrange.
Her appearance made Ron move a bit. They had all seen this person in the newspaper.
Lucius looked at Harry, as if he saw a guy who didn't grow up like trash, and said flatly: "You really should learn how to distinguish dreams from reality, Potter, you saw it, but It was the Dark Lord who showed you."
"Don't do anything," Harry said to Ron in a low voice, "not yet."
"Did you hear that? He's giving instructions to the other kids, as if he's planning to fight us!"
Bellatrix let out an exaggerated and crazy laugh again. She put her hands on Lucius' body, laughing a little unsteadily.
Lucius stretched out his hand and said impatiently, "Give me the prophecy ball, if we don't let us use the wand."
Harry's heart was in a mess, and he kept avoiding it, avoiding that it was his own willfulness that made everyone go for nothing.
But now, he is not only making people's trip in vain, but also putting people in danger.
"Go ahead, then," said Harry, holding his wand to his chest.
Not only him, but Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Luna all made the same choice.
They were alert to possible sudden attacks around them.
"Arrogance," Lucius said coldly, "Who do you think you can deal with? Give me the prophecy ball, and no one will be hurt."
As soon as Lucius finished speaking, Bellatrix made a sudden move, "The prophecy ball is coming!"
Harry's heart was tense and he shot immediately, "Armor protection! (protego)"
The prophecy ball almost fell out of his hand, but was caught by him again.
Lucius' heart nearly jumped out of Bellatrix's action, and he roared, "I told you, don't break it!"
This sentence brought Harry to the point, and his thoughts raced.
Bellatrix was impatient, and since she was bombed and cured by Voldemort using black magic, she became even crazier.
"Grab the youngest one and let him watch us torture that little girl, I'll do it!"
The Death Eater heard the order and took a step forward.
Harry and the others immediately surrounded Ginny, and he held up the prophecy ball and said sharply: "If you want to attack any of us, you must smash this first."
However, such a threat is like farting to Bellatrix who has become a lunatic.
"The prophecy ball is coming!"
"Armor protection! (protego)"
Harry guarded the prophecy ball again, and he said loudly and quickly, "This prophecy, why does Voldemort want it?"
As soon as the name came out, the Death Eaters stopped in their tracks, and they stared intently at Harry.
"How dare you slander him with your bastard tongue!"
"stupefy"
Bellatrix screamed and raised her wand to shoot a ray of red light.
...
Walking towards the passage on the right, with some nervous sweat in his palms, Harry said in a low voice, "Get your wands ready."
His little friends had already held their wands in their hands, and upon hearing this, they were all ready to fight.
Raising their wands, they looked back from time to time, for fear of people coming from behind.
No.80 four rows, No.80 five rows...
Small yellow labels were inserted under the glass balls on the shelf. Some glass balls shone like a strange liquid, while others were dull.
Harry was cautious, listening to every slight movement.
But he couldn't hear anything. Could it be that Sirius has been tortured to the point where he can't speak?
Or...
Sirius is dead.
Harry's mind was muddled, and he tried to reassure himself that he wouldn't.
While he was thinking wildly, Hermione's voice sounded.
"97." Hermione reminded Harry softly.
They gathered at the end of the row of shelves, looking down the aisle, but no one was there.
Harry's mouth was dry, and he said, "He's at the end here, you can't see it clearly from here."
He didn't dare to think that he had made a mistake. Could it be that it was just a dream as Hermione said?
For a dream, they broke into the Ministry of Magic.
If found...
He wanted to prove that he was right, leading the way through the high shelves where the glass balls were placed.
"He should be around here." He said, as if Sirius might appear on the floor with every step he took. "It's right here, really close."
"Harry?" Hermione called hesitantly, but Harry didn't want to answer.
He couldn't accept that since he was really cheated, he said, "It's right here, somewhere."
They walked from one end to the other, and into the dim candlelight again.
No one, just a dusty, echoing silence.
"He might..." Harry was unwilling to accept the reality, and wanted to keep searching.
"Harry," said Hermione, seeing Harry like this, "I don't think Sirius is here."
Harry stopped, he didn't dare to look at other people's expressions, because he was very uncomfortable.
He had had a big fight with Hermione before because of a dream.
Tell him now that his dream was wrong.
There was nothing wrong with it, but it was his fault that caused them to be arrested by Umbridge and come to the Ministry of Magic again.
He dared not face it.
"Harry?" Ron called him this time.
"what's wrong?"
Harry didn't want to talk to Ron, let alone know what stupid Ron had done, or suggest to go back the same way.
He seems to want to stay here, forever can hide.
But Ron didn't do something stupid, let alone suggested going back, but said, "Did you see this?"
He pointed to a glass ball on a shelf. Harry thought it was some trace left by Sirius here, and he walked over with brisk steps.
It was a glass ball, not a clue.
Harry was disappointed, and at the same time didn't understand why he let himself watch.
Ron pointed to the small label on the glass ball and said, "Your name is on it."
Harry leaned in to have a look, he had to crane his neck because he was shorter than Ron.
It was a date 16 years ago and it said: "The Dark Lord and Harry Potter."
Harry stared blankly, why did he have his own name?
"What is this?" Ron also asked, "Why is your name on it?"
Then Ron glanced at the others, not his name, nor anyone else's.
"Don't touch it!" Hermione said sternly when she saw Harry reach out to touch it. "Harry, I don't think you should touch it."
Harry puzzled: "Why, this thing has something to do with me, doesn't it?"
"Don't touch it, Harry." Ginny also thought it was a bad idea.
"It has my name on it." Harry was still stubborn.
When his hand touched the glass ball and held it, he thought it would be icy cold, but it was as warm as if he had been in the sun for several hours.
Harry wanted something dramatic to happen, something thrilling.
This can make their long journey worthwhile.
With such a mood, he took down the glass ball.
The others gathered together, even though they didn't want Harry to take the risk, they won't see it in vain.
None of them noticed that someone appeared behind them.
A drawn-out voice spoke.
"Very well, Potter, you are, as you guessed it, a Gryffindor."
There was sarcasm and ridicule in the voice, "Turn around now, turn around slowly, and give it to me."
At this time, Harry and the others realized that there were many dark figures around them.
They blocked the way to the left and right, masked and hooded figures with a dozen wands aimed at their hearts.
And the one who spoke, Harry recognized.
Not only him, but everyone except Luna.
Lucius Malfoy.
The handsome middle-aged man with long platinum hair said in a drawn voice, "Give it to me, Potter."
He held out his hand, with some pleasant disdain on his face, "Give it to me."
Harry squeezed the glass ball tightly and asked, "Where's Sirius?"
Several Death Eaters laughed, and a hoarse female voice said with some madness, "The Dark Lord is really clever!"
The Death Eaters' jeers were harsh, but Harry still seemed to be clinging to his dream.
"I want to know where Sirius is!"
"I want to know where Sirius is!" The crazy woman imitated Harry's words, and then laughed.
Lucius didn't laugh out loud, he was a middle-aged gentleman, of course, he also smiled appropriately.
"You got him," Harry said loudly, "right here, I know."
"The baby was terrified when he woke up, thinking that the dream was real." The crazy woman walked slowly to Lucius' side.
A white and pale face was revealed, but under the neck of that face was a body with horrific burns and many nails pierced into it.
"Little... darling... baby, Potter."
Bellatrix Lestrange.
Her appearance made Ron move a bit. They had all seen this person in the newspaper.
Lucius looked at Harry, as if he saw a guy who didn't grow up like trash, and said flatly: "You really should learn how to distinguish dreams from reality, Potter, you saw it, but It was the Dark Lord who showed you."
"Don't do anything," Harry said to Ron in a low voice, "not yet."
"Did you hear that? He's giving instructions to the other kids, as if he's planning to fight us!"
Bellatrix let out an exaggerated and crazy laugh again. She put her hands on Lucius' body, laughing a little unsteadily.
Lucius stretched out his hand and said impatiently, "Give me the prophecy ball, if we don't let us use the wand."
Harry's heart was in a mess, and he kept avoiding it, avoiding that it was his own willfulness that made everyone go for nothing.
But now, he is not only making people's trip in vain, but also putting people in danger.
"Go ahead, then," said Harry, holding his wand to his chest.
Not only him, but Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Luna all made the same choice.
They were alert to possible sudden attacks around them.
"Arrogance," Lucius said coldly, "Who do you think you can deal with? Give me the prophecy ball, and no one will be hurt."
As soon as Lucius finished speaking, Bellatrix made a sudden move, "The prophecy ball is coming!"
Harry's heart was tense and he shot immediately, "Armor protection! (protego)"
The prophecy ball almost fell out of his hand, but was caught by him again.
Lucius' heart nearly jumped out of Bellatrix's action, and he roared, "I told you, don't break it!"
This sentence brought Harry to the point, and his thoughts raced.
Bellatrix was impatient, and since she was bombed and cured by Voldemort using black magic, she became even crazier.
"Grab the youngest one and let him watch us torture that little girl, I'll do it!"
The Death Eater heard the order and took a step forward.
Harry and the others immediately surrounded Ginny, and he held up the prophecy ball and said sharply: "If you want to attack any of us, you must smash this first."
However, such a threat is like farting to Bellatrix who has become a lunatic.
"The prophecy ball is coming!"
"Armor protection! (protego)"
Harry guarded the prophecy ball again, and he said loudly and quickly, "This prophecy, why does Voldemort want it?"
As soon as the name came out, the Death Eaters stopped in their tracks, and they stared intently at Harry.
"How dare you slander him with your bastard tongue!"
"stupefy"
Bellatrix screamed and raised her wand to shoot a ray of red light.
...
