Chapter 584 Harry, you are such a fucking idiot!
Kingsley and Tonks stopped in confusion and looked over.
Scrimgeour also looked over.
Old Barty carried the double-sided mirror behind his back, injected magic into it, generated a text asking for help from the Order of the Phoenix, and sent it to the double-sided mirrors held by Lupin, Moody, Kingsley, and Tonks. In the mirror.
Old Barty said calmly: "I received intelligence that Death Eaters have broken into the Department of Mysteries. You come with me to investigate."
With that said, Old Batty turned around and headed towards the elevator.
Scrimgeour looked solemn after hearing Old Barty's words. He knew that Old Barty had no need to deceive him, and he immediately followed Old Barty's pace.
Kingsley and Tonks took out the double-sided mirror while Scrimgeour's back was turned to them.
After seeing the contents, their expressions immediately changed and they quickly followed Old Batty's pace.
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At this time, Harry and others had already passed through the room filled with water tanks containing brains and the room with the curtain leading to death. They then forced the door open, passed through the Hall of Time, and came to the room where the prophecy was placed. In the crystal ball room.
It is as high as a church and is filled with tall shelves. On the shelves are many small, gray prophetic crystal balls.
These prophetic crystal balls glowed dimly in the light of the ledge candlesticks between the shelves.
This place is just like the pure black circular room at the beginning, the candlelight is also blue, and there is a biting coldness in the air.
Harry walked forward carefully and quietly, staring at the dim passage between the two rows of shelves.
In this extremely quiet and weird room, he couldn't hear any movement and couldn't see anything unexpected.
Hermione leaned next to Harry's ear and whispered: "You said it was in row ninety-seven."
"Yes." Harry responded softly and said in a low voice, "Get your wands ready."
The ten people walked quietly along the long aisle between the shelves, looking back from time to time.
Everyone saw that on the shelves where prophecy crystal balls were placed, there was a small yellowed label inserted under each prophecy crystal ball.
Among them, some predict that the crystal ball will sparkle with a strange, liquid-like light, while others predict that the inside of the crystal ball will be dim, like a light bulb with a blown fuse.
Soon, they passed the 84th row... the 85th row...
Harry listened for every little sound, but unfortunately, he still couldn't hear anything.
Sirius might have been gagged, or unconscious...
Or, he might be dead...
This crazy thought appeared in Harry's mind, making his whole body tense.
Hermione's soft voice sounded again: "Ninety-seven!"
They gathered at the end of the ninety-seventh row of shelves and looked into the adjacent aisle, but to Harry's surprise, there was no one there.
"No, it shouldn't be...he's right here..."
After discovering that there was nothing there, Harry's body swayed.
He murmured in disbelief, and led the way through the row of high shelves where prophecy crystal balls were placed. Several prophecy crystal balls shone softly as they passed by...
It didn't take long for them to reach the other end of the row of shelves and enter the dim candlelight again.
It's just... there's no one here, just dusty, deathly silence.
"Obviously, Harry," Irvine looked at Harry calmly and said, "You were deceived, and by the way, we were also deceived. This is a trap."
As Irwin's voice sounded, everyone turned their attention to Harry.
Harry's lips trembled, and he felt a dizzy feeling.
Was he really cheated? !
He came to this dangerous place and caused his friends to come here and put themselves in danger? !
Harry's eyes widened, unable to believe what was happening in front of him.
Even though Lin En and Irina reminded him again and again, he still fell into Voldemort's trap...
A feeling of guilt spread, not only for Linn and Irina, but also for the partners in front of them.
If this is Voldemort's trap, then is it time for Voldemort to show up? !
Thinking of this, Harry quickly pulled out his wand and looked around cautiously.
However, no one appeared in front of him, as if everything in his dream was really just a dream, and the Department of Mysteries was indeed empty except for them.
"Wait, Harry...it's...it's got your name on it!"
Ron suddenly said, pointing to a prophecy crystal ball.
Harry looked over blankly and asked, "My name?!"
Harry stepped forward and looked carefully at the yellowed label inserted on the shelf under the dusty crystal ball of prophecy. On the label was written a date about sixteen years ago in thin handwriting. Then follows:
“S.P.T to A.P.W.B.D.
The Dark Lord and (?) Harry Potter"
This is the text on the label, and it means: Sybill Patricia Trelawney, to Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Prophecies about the Dark Lord and (perhaps) Harry Potter.
Harry stared blankly at the prophecy crystal ball, subconsciously reaching out to take it off.
"Wait, Harry, don't touch it!"
Irwin's faint voice came over, and he stared at the prophecy crystal ball warily.
Voldemort tried his best to lure Harry here, and here happened to be a prophecy crystal ball about Harry and Voldemort's prophecies. Isn't this a coincidence? !
"Why?" Harry said strangely, "This thing has something to do with me, doesn't it?"
After hearing Harry's retarded speech, veins popped up on Irwin's forehead.
He resisted the urge to punch Harry, but regretted that he trusted him so much and handed over the command of the team to this guy whose mind was affected by the Horcrux and could no longer maintain his sanity.
"I said, don't touch it, don't you understand?"
Irwin said seriously as he pulled out his wand.
Seeing Irwin's appearance, Harry's determination suddenly rose. He directly held the prophecy crystal ball and said unconvincingly: "My name is written on it!"
"Fuck you..." Irwin was furious. If it weren't for the fact that Harry was his partner, not his enemy, he would have really wanted to hit Harry with a killing curse.
Harry saw that nothing happened after he picked up the prophecy crystal ball. He finally relaxed and looked at the prophecy crystal ball in his hand.
"Very well, Potter, now turn around, turn around slowly, and give it to me!"
But at this moment, a voice with a hint of murderous intent sounded behind Harry.
Irwin identified the owner of that voice, Rodolphus Lestrange!
He weakly cursed out half of what he said but not all of it: "Harry, you are such a fucking idiot!" (End of Chapter)
