"My name isn't on the shelf," Ron said in confusion.
"There's no one else's name either."
"Harry, I don't think you... should touch it."
Said Hermione sharply as Harry put his hand over her.
"Why shouldn't I?"
He said, "It has something to do with me, doesn't it?"
"Don't, Harry."
Neville said suddenly.
Harry glanced at him. Neville's sweaty round face was glowing, and he looked like he couldn't take any more uneasiness and anxiety.
"My name is on it."
Harry thought: Whatever, I'm going to risk it anyway. So he held the dirty little ball in his hand.
He thought it was cold, but on the contrary, it felt as if it had been in the sun for hours, as if it was warmed by its own light.
Harry expected, even hoped, something dramatic would happen, something exciting that would make their long and dangerous trip finally worth it. He took the glass ball off the shelf and stared at it.
Nothing happened.
The other five people came over and stood around him. He brushed the thick dust off the surface of the glass ball with his hand.
They stared fixedly at the ball in his hand. Then, a lazy voice sounded from behind them to their right.
"Very well, Potter, now turn around slowly and give it to me."
...
Dumbledore hid in the darkness, coldly watching everything that happened in the Division of Mysteries.
Now was not the time for him to come out, and most importantly, Jon was not here.
He had already sent people to look for him, but they had all come back with no news.
Since they couldn't find him, it meant that Jon was now doing something important, and even Grindelwald hadn't come back with good news.
He didn't expect that at this point, he still had to do things himself.
But since it was for the sake of the big picture, it was not a big deal to trouble him. After all, he had nothing to do now.
"Headmaster, are we going to do it now? That Orb of Prophecy... If Voldemort gets his hands on it, I'm afraid something bad will happen. "
Dumbledore shook his head.
Now was not the time.
"Have all the people arrived?"
"They are all hidden in the dark, they will appear as soon as we make a move."
"Then let's wait."
...
Harry was very flustered.
Because not long ago, he heard a sinister voice, and this voice was somewhat familiar.
Moreover, when this voice suddenly appeared, many black shadows appeared around them at the same time, blocking their path on both sides.
Their eyes gleamed through the slits of their hoods, and twelve gleaming wands were aimed at their hearts;
Ginny held her breath in fear.
"Give it to me, Potter."
Repeated Malfoy Lucius slowly, holding out his hand, palm up.
Harry's heart sank. They were surrounded, and they were outnumbered by twice as many people.
"Give it to me."
Said Malfoy again.
"Where is Sirius?"
A few of the Death Eaters laughed. Among the dark figures on Harry's left, a harsh female voice said proudly, "The Dark Lord is always right!"
"Always."
Malfoy whispered, "Now, give me the orb, Potter."
"I want to know where Sirius is!"
"I want to know where Sirius is!"
Said the woman on Harry's left, parroting the words.
She and her fellow Death Eaters moved closer and were now only a few feet away from Harry, dazzled by the light from their wands.
"You have him."
Said Harry. He ignored the panic that rose in his heart, as well as the fear that he had been trying to dispel ever since they first stepped into the 97th row.
"He's here. I know where he is. "
"The little one woke up in fright and thought it was real."
Said the woman in a repulsive babyish voice.
Khalifa felt Ron move beside him.
"Don't do anything."
Muttered Harry. "Not yet —"
The woman who had mimicked him laughed in a hoarse, harsh voice.
"Do you hear that? Do you hear that? He's giving orders to the other children, as if he were going to attack us! "
"Oh, you don't know Potter as well as I do, Béla Trix," said Malfoy softly.
"He has a great weakness in heroism, and the Dark Lord knows him well. Now give me the Orb of Prophecy, Potter. "
"I know Sirius is here," said Harry.
Harry said, though panic tightened his chest and made him feel as if he couldn't breathe properly. "I know. You've got him!"
More Death Eaters laughed, and the woman laughed the loudest.
"It's time for you to understand the difference between reality and dreams, Potter," said Malfoy coldly.
"Hurry up and give me the Orb of Prophecy, or we'll have to use our wands."
"Well, come on then."
Harry said as he raised his wand to his chest. At the same time, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny, and Luna raised their wands on either side of him.
Harry's heart tightened. If Sirius was really not here, then he was leading his friends to a needless death …
But the Death Eaters did not attack.
"Hand over the Orb of Prophecy, there's no need to hurt anyone."
It was Harry's turn to laugh.
"Yes, that's right!"
He said, "I'll give you this — the Orb of Prophecy, right? Then you'll let us sneak home quietly, right? "
As soon as he said this, the female Death Eater screamed, "The Orb of Prophecy is flying —"
Harry was already on guard against her. Before she could finish the spell, Harry shouted, "Armor!"
Although the glass ball slid onto his fingertips, he managed to catch it.
"Oh, he's quite the playful one, Potter baby."
She said, her furious eyes staring fiercely through the gap of her hood, "Very well, then —"
"I told you. Don't do this! "
Malfoy Lucius shouted at the woman, "If you break it —"
Harry quickly calculated. These Death Eaters wanted the dirty glass ball, but he was not interested in it.
He just wanted to get everyone out of here alive.
The woman left her companions, came over, and pulled off her hood.
Béla Trix Lestrange, the Azkaban, had sunken cheeks, looking haggard and bony, but full of excitement and fanaticism.
"Do I need to persuade you more?"
She said, her chest heaving violently.
"That's good, catch the smallest guy," she said to the Death Eaters.
She instructed the Death Eater beside her, "Let him see how we torture this little girl."
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