Harry, whose mind had become clear because of the pain on his face, finally recalled the dream where Sirius was imprisoned, restrained, and tortured, while he was foolishly obsessed with that curtain …
When Ron let go, Harry suddenly took a few steps back and rubbed his cheeks in shame. He glanced in the opposite direction of the door just now. "Thank you … I'm fine. Let's continue."
Ron nodded to the others and gestured for them to follow Harry. The wall began to spin again and then stopped. Harry casually walked to a door and pushed it open.
"It's here!" Harry shouted excitedly.
"We have to hurry." Ron frowned subconsciously. It was too noisy here. There was a continuous busy ticking sound all around, as if there were thousands of little feet walking. As far as the eye could see, there were all kinds of clocks hanging in the gaps between the bookshelves or on the tables that were as long as a room. The faces of the clocks were shining, and the most eye-catching one, which was shining like a diamond, was a tall bell-shaped crystal cover at the end of the room.
Jenny and the other two quickly followed Harry and Ron through the narrow gaps between the tables, past the bell-shaped crystal cover, and arrived at the only door at the back.
The room behind the door was completely different from the room just now. It was very quiet here. The room, which was as tall as a church, was filled with tall shelves. On the shelves were many small, gray glass balls, and under each glass ball was a small yellow label. The candles on both sides of the wall emitted a faint blue light. In the dim passage, Harry and Ron led the others through two rows of towering glass balls. Occasionally, a few glass balls would flicker softly as they passed by …
"We're at the 97th row." Ron stopped and looked at Harry.
Harry looked a little uncomfortable. He had thought that as they approached, Sirius's ragged figure would appear on the dark floor. "I don't understand … This is the place in my dream, but Sirius isn't here. Maybe he …"
"Harry." Ron's soft call attracted Harry's attention. Harry followed Ron's line of sight and swept his eyes up before Ron continued in a low voice. "Give that to me. Don't touch anything else." Ron gestured for Harry to take down a gray glass ball placed there.
Although Harry didn't understand why the other party didn't do it himself, he obediently walked forward. Although the small glass ball in front of him was covered in dust, it emitted a faint light from within. There was a yellowed label on the shelf under it. It was dated sixteen years ago, and Harry's name was under the date. Harry held the gray but unusually warm glass ball with his fingers. He took the glass ball off the shelf and handed it.
Ron gently brushed off the dust on it and picked up the prophecy ball to examine it for a while. He suddenly motioned for everyone to come closer to him and block the others behind him.
A woman's unbridled laughter broke the silence in the room. She then said in a disgusting baby-like voice, "That red-haired boy is a pauper from the Weasley family? Give it to me. Be good, baby … "
As the woman appeared, a number of dark figures appeared, blocking their path. Their eyes gleamed through the slits of their hoods, and a score of wands with gleaming tips were aimed at Harry and his companions.
"We've been following you for so long. Give it to her." A wizard wearing the same bronze mask with golden vines on it urged with a sinister smile. An orange-yellow flame shot out from the wand in his hand. The flame rose into the air and burned for a moment before extinguishing. "Next time, I'll aim for that cute little girl's face."
"If you set it on fire, I'll smash it." Ron snorted and raised the glass ball in his hand.
"Kid, hold it tight. If it's damaged, I'll smash your bones one by one." A sorcerer wearing a black mask with silver patterns slowly threatened Ron. He nodded vaguely, approached the sorcerer who set the fire, and whispered in his ear, "If it's smashed, I'm afraid Master won't let us off."
"Where's Sirius!" Harry roared at them.
"Where's Sirius!" The woman wearing the bronze mask deliberately repeated Harry's roar in an exaggerated manner. Then, she laughed hysterically as if she was amusing herself.
"Follow me." Ron raised the glass ball and motioned for the others to follow him.
At this moment, the female Death Eater screamed, "The Orb of Prophecy is flying —"
Ron seemed to have been prepared. He directly hit the woman with a spell and interrupted her spellcasting. Then, Ron turned the tip of his wand. The woman's crazy eyes stared out from the slits of the mask and shouted, "What are you doing?"
Ron slowly pressed his wand against the glass ball. With an ear-piercing sound of glass being scratched, Ron snorted coldly and said, "Tell your people to get out of the way, or it won't be able to withstand it again."
"Be careful, don't provoke it. If it's broken —" The wizard wearing the black mask with silver patterns roared at the witch.
Ron kept his wand against the glass ball. The Death Eaters blocking the passage screamed and were forced to make way. Harry and the others raised their wands around him. They retreated vigilantly out of the hall. The Death Eaters' dark figures approached them, but they didn't dare to approach because of the glass ball in Ron's hand.
When they retreated out of the hall, their ears were filled with the ticking of the clock. Harry became even more irritated and anxious in these sounds. Just as they passed through the narrow gap between the tables, the witch couldn't help but raise her wand. The wizard wearing the black mask beside her pressed her down. "Don't attack. We need the Orb of Prophecy. We'll talk about it when we get to an open space."
"I want to take off the mask. It makes me uncomfortable. Lestrange doesn't need to hide his identity. You're still as timid as when you faced those wandering balls in the game, Lou …" The wizard in the golden vine mask took off his mask. He was the Death Eater Rudolphus? Lestrange.
"Don't call me by my name! You're wanted, but I'm not! Master needs someone to help him on the surface! "Lucius, who was wearing the black mask with silver patterns, was a little mad at his companions' behavior.
"It's called the Orb of Prophecy. Why do you want it so badly? Where's Sirius? "Harry realized that he might have been deceived by Lord Voldemort using dreams as Mag said.
Ron shook his head at Harry. "I think many people have tried to tell you that you should distinguish between dreams and reality, Harry. As for the Orb of Prophecy, haven't you ever wondered why The Dark Lord wants to kill you when you're still a baby? "
"Someone made a prophecy about Lord Voldemort and me?" Harry couldn't help but look at the Orb of Prophecy in Ron's hand. "But why did you bring me here to get it?"
"Because only those involved in the prophecy can get the Orb of Prophecy from the Division of Mysteries. Alright, give it to me now. " Lucius, who was wearing the mask, walked out of the Time Hall and pointed his wand at them. Unfortunately, his slow footsteps obviously hindered the other Death Eaters from going out, and many people were stuck in the Time Hall.
"Come and get it if you want it," Ron taunted. Ron provoked them and led them to the curtained death hall. The Death Eaters who had already entered the hall looked at the death chamber hesitantly, but they still blocked the entrance and exit in an instant. Lestrange and Lucius took the lead and rushed in with a few people.
Then, the cursing outside the door attracted their attention. Through the open door, they could see six Aura in H94 uniforms holding up their wands and fighting with the Death Eaters who lagged behind.
"It's the guards on duty. It's okay. There are more than 10 of them patrolling every night. Their reaction speed is better than before I went to prison, but they're still useless. They took so long to discover us. Send a few people over to help. Let's hurry up and set these children on fire together after we're done with them. " Rudolphus turned to look, and then continued to focus on Ron and the rest who were still holding the Orb of Prophecy.
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