The scene seemed to freeze in an instant.
Harry, Ginny, Neville, and every Death Eater was not paying attention to each other. Instead, they were staring at the top of the glass tank.
A brain leaped out of the green liquid like a jumping fish. It seemed to hover in the air for a moment, and then flew towards Ron, spitting out silk as it flew. It was as if a moving ribbon had flown out of its body and unfolded in circles like a film reel.
"Hahaha, Harry, look —"
Ron said as he looked at the brain and spat out the flashy brain matter. "Harry, come and touch it, it must be very strange —"
"Ron, no!"
Harry did not know what would happen if Ron touched the tentacles that were dragging behind the brain, but he was sure it would not be good.
He rushed forward, but Ron had already reached out and grabbed the brain.
As soon as the tentacles touched Ron's skin, they immediately began to wrap around his arm like a rope.
"Harry, look what's going on — no, no — I don't like this — stop — stop —"
But the thin ribbon had already wrapped around Ron's chest, and he desperately tore at the brain that was tightly wrapped around his body like an octopus.
"Rip it apart!"
Harry shouted, hoping to cut off the tentacles before Ron's eyes were entangled, but they did not break.
Ron fell down and was still struggling to break free from his restraints.
"Harry, he's going to suffocate!"
Ginny screamed. Because of her injured ankle, she could not move on the ground. A red light shot out from a Death Eater's wand and hit Ginny right in the face.
She fell to the side and lay there unconscious.
"Stun!"
Neville shouted, spinning his body and waving Hermione's wand at the approaching Death Eater. "Stun! Stun! "
But it had no effect.
A Death Eater fired a Stun Spell at Neville, but it missed by a few inches. Now only Harry and Neville were left to deal with the five Death Eaters.
Two of the Death Eaters fired a few silver arrows that did not hit them, but left a few dents in the wall behind them.
Harry sprinted off, Béla Trix in hot pursuit.
Harry held the orb high above his head and ran at full speed towards the other side of the room, intent on luring the Death Eaters away from his companions.
It seemed to be working. They ran after him, knocking over tables and chairs along the way, but they didn't dare to cast a spell on him for fear of damaging the orb. Only the door that the Death Eaters came in through was still open, so he rushed over, praying that Neville would stay by Ron's side and find a way to free him. He ran a few steps through the new room, and suddenly the floor seemed to disappear.
He fell down the steep stone steps one by one, bouncing off each step until the last one knocked him out of breath.
He lay flat in the stone pit, and the stone arch stood on the platform.
The whole room echoed with the laughter of the Death Eaters. Harry looked up and saw the five Death Eaters in the Hall of Brains approaching him step by step. At the same time, more Death Eaters emerged from the other doors and began to jump down the stone benches toward him.
His legs were shaking so badly that he could barely support his body, but he stood up.
Unexpectedly, the orb was still in his left hand, intact, and the wand was tightly held in his right hand.
He scanned the surroundings as he retreated, trying to take in all the Death Eaters in his line of sight.
His leg came into contact with something hard behind him, which meant that he had retreated to the side of the platform where the arched door stood, and so he climbed onto the platform.
The Death Eaters all stopped and stared at him.
Dolohov had released the Binding Spell and was staring at him from the corner of his eyes, pointing the wand at his face.
"Potter, you're finished," Lucien said slowly.
Lucius said slowly as he pulled off his mask. "Now, hand me the Sphere of Prophecy like a good child."
"Let — let them leave, and I'll give it to you!"
"You're in no position to bargain, Potter," Lucien said.
Said Lucius, his pale face flushed with pleasure. "You see, there are ten of us, and only one of you.
Didn't Dumbledore teach you how to count? "
"He's not alone!" a voice shouted behind them. "He still has me!"
Harry's heart sank. Neville was climbing down the stone bench toward them, still holding Hermione's wand firmly in his trembling hand.
"Neville, don't — go back to Ron —"
"Stun!"
Neville shouted again, pointing the wand at each Death Eater in turn. "Stun! Stun — "
The tallest and most burly Death Eater grabbed Neville from behind and pinned his hands tightly to his sides. Neville struggled to kick him, and some of the Death Eaters laughed.
"He's Longbottom, isn't he?"
Lucien said sarcastically. "Well, your grandmother is used to contributing family members to our cause. She won't be surprised if you die."
"Longbottom?"
Béla Trix repeated, a very evil smile flashing on her haggard face.
"Great, I had the honor of meeting your parents, little guy."
"I'll destroy your nest!" Neville struggled so hard that the Death Eater holding him shouted, "Knock him out!"
"No, no, no."
Béla Trix said. She glanced at Harry and then stared at Neville, looking very excited.
"No, let's see how long Longbottom can last before he collapses like his parents, unless Potter is willing to give us the Orb of Prophecy."
"Can't give it to them!"
Neville shouted. Béla Trix held the wand and gradually approached him and the Death Eater holding him. He kicked and kicked like a madman, violently twisting his body.
"Can't give it to them, Harry!"
Béla Trix raised the wand.
"Bone Drill!"
Neville screamed, curling his legs in front of his chest, so that the Death Eater holding him immediately became suspended in the air and held him.
The Death Eater threw Neville to the ground, and he convulsed and screamed in pain.
"This is just to give you a taste of it!"
Béla Trix said, raising the wand. Neville stopped screaming and lay at her feet, sobbing.
She turned around and looked up at Harry.
"Well, Potter, either give us the Orb of Prophecy, or watch your little friend die a painful death!"
Harry didn't have to think anymore. He had no choice.
The Orb of Prophecy was still in his hand, warmed by his body temperature.
He handed it over.
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