Chapter 287 Battle in the Hall of Prophecy
Clearwater gently pushed the door open.
They entered a soaring room.
It was filled with shelves covered with little gray glass balls.
More candlesticks were embedded in the shelves, and a dim blue light shone from them, illuminating these mysterious little glass balls.
Clearwater led Voldemort, and they soon came to the shelf marked "97".
"Master, this is it."
She stepped back respectfully, giving her place to Voldemort.
On the shelf in front of them was a small glass ball with a yellowed label attached to it.
On the label, in fine handwriting, was a date of about sixteen years, followed by:
SPT to APWBD
The Dark Lord and (?) Harry Potter
A smile appeared on Voldemort's pale face.
He reached out and gently took the small glass ball off.
"You did a great job, Krivat."
"Thank you, Master." Krivat replied respectfully.
She hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking, "Master, could this prophecy ball be..."
Voldemort seemed to be in a very good mood.
He paid no attention to the dust accumulated on the prophecy ball and rubbed it gently with his slender fingers.
"It was because of it that I suffered that humiliating defeat sixteen years ago."
His voice was low, like he was mumbling to himself.
"The prophecy I heard then was incomplete. Now that I have it, I can..."
At this moment, the air around them suddenly fluctuated.
Countless dark shadows emerged silently, blocking their way.
Percy and more than twenty Aurors raised their wands and aimed at Voldemort's heart.
"You finally show up, Voldemort." Percy's voice was very calm.
Voldemort's eyes swept over the Aurors on both sides.
He spread his hands gracefully, as if to welcome them.
"It seems that Krivat has been discovered by you a long time ago."
His eyes fell on Percy and his voice was cold, but it gave people a sense of elegance.
"Percy Weasley, I have heard a lot about you, but you are more like a Slytherin."
Percy locked eyes with Voldemort, "Is that a compliment, Voldemort?"
The Aurors behind him moved nervously, trying to find the best position to attack.
"Youngest Minister of Magic, Gryffindor clearly cannot accommodate your ambitions."
Voldemort ignored the Aurors around him.
Or since he chose to get the prophecy ball himself.
Then he would have done it, once again announcing his return to the world.
And he planned to use the lives of these Aurors as sacrifices for his rebirth.
Let the world remember his name again.
Percy shook his head slightly, "But your ambition will come to an end tonight."
"You..." As soon as Voldemort opened his mouth, the Aurors cast a spell at the same time.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Green light poured down on Voldemort like a rainstorm.
But Voldemort's black robes fluttered slightly.
His body instantly turned into black smoke and he easily avoided all attacks.
"That's not how the Killing Curse is used."
His voice was cold and full of sarcasm, and he waved his wand.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A green light headed straight for Percy.
Theodore took a deep breath, and a large number of green vines suddenly emerged around him, directly blocking the green light.
But these vines quickly withered under the power of the killing curse.
Theodore growled, "Life is at my disposal!"
More vines emerged from the ground, becoming as hard as iron, and attacked towards Voldemort.
Percy and the Aurors also kept changing positions, shooting spells at Voldemort.
In the melee, no one noticed Krivat in the corner.
She took advantage of the chaos and used the tall shelves as cover to sneak outside.
Voldemort smiled contemptuously, and with his black robe rolling, he easily defused all the attacks.
Then he gently waved his wand, and a red light of death turned these tough vines into ashes.
Voldemort attacked again.
He cast spells one after another, and the powerful magic made the entire prophecy hall tremble.
The Aurors cast various defensive and counterattack magics.
But in the face of Voldemort's powerful strength, it seems so fragile.
In dim light.
Voldemort's figure looked even more hideous and terrifying.
His eyes flashed an evil light on his snake-like face.
His movements gradually slowed down, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
It seemed to be silently mocking the powerlessness and insignificance of the Aurors in front of it.
At this moment, a shadow flame suddenly lit up between the brows of all the Aurors.
Their magic power was instantly enhanced to an unprecedented level.
Percy had been waiting for this moment for Voldemort to relax.
He seized the opportunity and shouted loudly: "Shadow Blade!"
The Aurors gathered their magic powers into him, forming a powerful magical force.
Countless blades, as thin as cicada wings but extremely sharp, shot towards Voldemort from all directions.
"What!" Voldemort's voice revealed a hint of surprise for the first time.
He had seen many combined spells.
But this is the first time that magic power is concentrated on one person.
He kept waving his wand, and the surrounding shelves exploded, and the towering shelves shook.
Hundreds of prophecy balls shattered in the explosion, and the pearly white figure of the prophet floated in the air.
The intermittent prophetic voices echoed strangely in the air, blending into a chaotic chorus.
More prophecy balls fell from the shelves like raindrops.
They not only blocked the Shadow Blade's attacks.
Moreover, the broken shelves and tiny glass fragments flew towards the Aurors like sharp arrows.
Some Aurors had to give up sending magic to Percy and instead quickly cast defensive spells to block the fragments.
Percy once again gathered his powerful magic, raised his wand high and pointed it at the dim sky.
A flash of silver-white lightning, accompanied by deafening thunder.
He suddenly fell from the dome of the Hall of Prophecy and headed straight for Voldemort.
Voldemort was busy manipulating the fragments to attack, and was caught off guard by the sudden lightning.
He hastily cast a defensive spell.
Although the lightning was stopped, the powerful impact caused him to lose stability and he staggered back a few steps.
Theodore seized the opportunity.
Large patches of plants grew rapidly from behind Voldemort and quickly bound him tightly.
Voldemort's eyes flashed a cruel and angry red light, and his figure became distorted.
His lips moved rapidly, and he murmured an ancient and mysterious spell, "Ghost Binding!"
As the spell was completed, the entire prophecy hall was instantly engulfed by a thick and deep darkness.
The darkness seemed to have life, with countless black threads interweaving and shuttling through the air.
Like the tentacles of the god of death, it coiled around and cut the Aurors.
