"Who are we?" Lestrange let out another ear-piercing laugh. She took a step forward and pulled down her hood. "Potter, my little darling, he still hasn't figured out his current situation. Do you need me to help you a little?"
She was not the one Harry had seen in the meditation basin. Azkaban made Bellatrix Lestrange's cheeks sunken. She looked haggard and bony, but she was brimming with excitement and fanaticism. She raised her wand high, her chest rising and falling violently.
"Bellatrix!" Malfoy warned. "The Dark Lord has ordered that Potter is his prey."
"I know!" She licked her thin lips with the tip of her tongue. "I know what I'm doing."
"We don't have time to torture him here. Dumbledore's men could come at any time..."
"What do you plan to do?" Harry asked, forcing himself to suppress the rising panic in his heart.
"We need your help to go down and get something." Malfoy said coldly. He waved his wand and the rope tied to Harry was loosened. "Don't play any tricks, Potter, or you'll regret it."
"What do you need me to get?" Harry rubbed his wrists and stood up. He felt his legs trembling.
They did not take his wand away, as if they were disdainful. He still had a chance.
"You're joking, Harry Potter," Bellatrix said.
"No, I'm not joking." Harry's gaze swept across the Death Eaters, looking for a weak link, a gap that they could escape from. "You want me to go down and get something, but I don't know what it is. If you want me to cooperate, then tell me what is stored in the Department of Mystery Affairs. What does the Lord Voldemort intend to do? "
As soon as he finished speaking, a few Death Eaters hissed in dissatisfaction.
"You dare call him by his name?" Bellatrix said in a low voice.
"Of course!" Harry said. "He frightens you, but I have no problem saying his name, Vol-"
"Shut up!" Bellatrix screamed. "How dare you utter his name from your wretched mouth, how dare you defile it with your mongrel tongue, how dare you …"
"Do you know he's a bastard too?" Harry said without hesitation. He felt that he had become extremely bold. "Lord Voldemort? Of course, his mother is a wizard, but his father is a Muggle. Don't tell me he's a purebred? "
"Shut up, Heart Drilling and Bone Gouging!"
Harry instinctively dodged to the side. His training paid off, and he dodged Bellatrix's curse.
Just as he was about to pull out his wand to counterattack, Malfoy's wand stopped right in front of his eyes.
"Bellatrix, I told you, we don't have time, and he's the Dark Lord's prey." He said softly, looking at Harry from under his hood. "And you, Potter, don't challenge our bottom line again and again …"
"But he dares, dares …" Bellatrix screamed incoherently. "Filthy bastard!"
"We'll talk after we get the Orb of Prophecy!" Malfoy said.
"Orb of Prophecy?!" Harry caught on to the term. "You want me to go down and get a Orb of Prophecy?"
The answer surprised him. Before this, he had thought it would be a weapon.
"It's kept in the Department of Mystery Affairs," Malfoy replied, pointing his wand at Harry. "Get up and move forward!"
"What kind of prophecy is it?" Harry asked, trying to sound calm.
"Don't play tricks with us, Potter," Malfoy said.
"I'm not playing tricks," Harry replied, trying to stall for time while he looked for a chance to escape.
They passed the security checkpoint next to the fountain. There was no one there, the Death Eaters must have taken care of the security guards.
But the Ministry of Magic must have more than one security guard, where were they now? Did they notice what was happening in the hall?
"Is that so? Didn't Dumbledore tell you that the reason you got that scar is hidden in the Department of Mystery Affairs? "Malfoy said mockingly.
"What about my scar?" Harry asked.
"What about it?" Malfoy said happily, not answering Harry's question.
The Death Eaters laughed again, seemingly satisfied with the current situation.
They came to the elevator, and a Death Eater pressed the "down" button closest to them. The elevator appeared almost immediately, and the golden bars slid to the sides with a deafening, reverberating clang.
They walked in, and Harry saw Bellatrix press the number nine button, and the bars closed with a bang.
The elevator made an ear-piercing clatter. Harry did not notice it was so noisy when he came here with Mr. Weasley that day, and he believed that the noise would attract the attention of every security guard in the building.
But nothing happened. Harry's heart sank along with the elevator.
"What's going on?" His mind was still on the previous topic. "What's that prophecy? Why did you say it has something to do with my scar? "
"Looks like Dumbledore never told you," Malfoy said. "Then that explains why you didn't come here earlier, Potter. The Dark Lord wondered why you didn't come running when he told you where it was hidden in your dream. He thought that your natural curiosity would make you want to hear the accurate information from the prophecy ball."
"Really?" Harry said. "So he wanted me to get the prophecy ball, but why?"
"Why?" Malfoy repeated happily. "Because only the person mentioned in the prophecy, Potter, has the right to get it from the Department of Mysteries. The Dark Lord discovered it when he used someone else to steal the prophecy ball for him."
"I mean, why would he want to steal the prophecy about me?"
"It's about the two of you, Potter. It's about the two of you." Malfoy said. "Have you never wondered why the Dark Lord wanted to kill you when you were a baby?"
Through the eye hole in Malfoy's hood, Harry looked up and stared at the man's gray eyes.
He could not help but wonder, was the prophecy the real reason why his parents died?
And was it the reason why he had the lightning-shaped scar?
The elevator slowly came to a stop, and the cold woman's voice said, "Department of Mysteries."
"Okay, we're here!"
The fence opened, and they walked out into the corridor.
The torches flickered in the turbulence caused by the elevator, and Harry saw five Death Eaters.
And the plain black door in front of them.
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