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Chapter 755

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Ministry of Magic.

When darkness prevails, light is always hidden in the darkness.

Dumbledore led the members of the Phoenix Society and hid in the darkness, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

To be honest, this was not an easy task, because in such a tense environment, any wrong step could cause irreversible risks.

Especially since the focus of today was not to save Harry, but to put on another show.

"Are you ready, Sirius? Sirius, if you go back on your word now, you may still have a chance. "

"I'm not going back on my words. I've been thinking about these things for a long time. Jon is right. I need to find a suitable time to leave and finish what I have to do. As for Harry … he should learn to accept the impermanence of life and grow up in these things. If he can become a little more mature because of this, I think I'll be very happy.

Besides, I'm not really leaving, I'm just hiding in the dark. But principal, do you think it's safe? "

"I personally set up the security measures, you can rest assured. Although I don't know where Jon is now, I promise you won't die here. Don't worry."

"That's good. When this is over, won't we meet again?"

"That's true. Then go, don't waste any more time."

Immediately after, in front of the members of the Phoenix Society, two more doors suddenly opened, and the five of them quickly rushed into the room.

The leader was Sirius, followed by Lupin, Moody, Tonks, and Kingsley.

In the room, Malfoy turned around and raised his wand, but Tonks had already launched a stun spell at him.

Harry did not care to see if he had hit, and hurriedly jumped off the platform to dodge.

The appearance of the members of the Phoenix Society diverted the attention of the Death Eaters. They leaped down the stairs while casting spells at the Death Eaters like raindrops.

Through the rushing crowd and flashes of light, Harry saw Neville crawling forward on the ground. He dodged another red light and pounced on Neville.

"Are you okay?"

He shouted, just as another spell flew past a few inches above their heads.

"I'm fine," Neville said and tried to stand up.

"What about Ron?"

"I don't think he's doing anything - he was still struggling with the brain handle when I left the card -"

A spell suddenly flew over and blew up the stone floor between them, leaving a crater where Neville's hand had been a few seconds ago.

The two of them hurriedly crawled away. Then, a thick arm reached out from nowhere, grabbed Ha He by the neck, and lifted him up. His toes were almost off the ground.

"Give it to me," a roar sounded in his ear. "Give me the orb of prophecy —"

The hand squeezed Harry's throat so hard that he gasped for breath.

A teary-eyed Harry saw Sirius fighting a Death Eater ten feet away, Kingsley fighting two Death Eaters at once, and Tonks firing spells at Béla Trix halfway down the steps.

No one seemed to notice that Harry was dying.

He turned his wand and pointed it at the man behind him, but he couldn't breathe enough to say the words. The man's other hand was fumbling with Harry's hand that held the orb.

"Ah!"

Neville rushed over from somewhere. He couldn't say the words coherently, so he jabbed Hermione's wand into one of the Death Eater's eyeholes in his mask.

The man roared in pain and immediately left Harry behind.

Harry quickly turned around and panted at him. "Fall to the ground!"

The Death Eater fell on his back, his mask slipping off: he was MacNeil, who had almost killed Buckbeak, and one of his eyes was swollen and bloodshot.

"Thanks!"

Harry said to Neville as he dragged him aside. Sirius and his Death Eater opponent staggered past them. The fight was so fierce that their wands danced in the air like a blur.

Harry's foot stepped on something round and hard, and slipped.

For a moment, he thought he had dropped the orb of prophecy.

But then he saw Moody's enchanted eye rolling across the floor at high speed.

The owner of the magic eye lay beside Harry, blood streaming from his head. His attacker was now fully engaged with Harry and Neville.

It was Dolohov, and his long, pale face was contorted with pleasure.

"Tarantella!" he shouted.

He pointed his wand at Neville and shouted. Neville's legs started to tap dance crazily. He lost his balance and fell to the ground again. "Now, Potter —"

He suddenly waved his wand at Harry as he had done with Hermione. Harry shouted, "Armour!"

Harry felt something like a blunt knife sweep across his face; the force of it knocked him aside and he fell on Neville's flailing legs. Fortunately, the Iron Charm had absorbed most of the power of the spell.

Dolohov raised his wand again.

"Orb of prophecy —"

Sirius came out of nowhere and knocked Dolohov away with his shoulder.

The orb of prophecy slid to Harry's fingertips again, but he managed to catch it.

Sirius and Dolohov were fighting fiercely, waving their wands like swords, sparks flying from the tips.

Dolohov pulled back his wand and was about to wave it as he had done with Harry and Hermione.

Harry jumped up and shouted, "Petrify!"

Dolohov's arms and legs were once again pressed together, and he fell on his back and hit the ground with a thud.

"Well done!" Sirius shouted, holding Harry's head down and dodging the two stuns that were flying towards them. "Now I want you to leave —"

The two men stooped quickly, and a green light almost hit Sirius.

Harry saw Tonks fall down the stone steps on the opposite side of the house. His limp body rolled down the steps. Belatrix turned around and ran back to the battle, pleased with herself.

"Harry, take the orb of prophecy and run with Neville!"

Sirius shouted as he rushed towards Béla Trix.

Harry did not see what happened next: Kingsley flashed past his eyes and was fighting fiercely with Rookwood, who was not wearing a mask and had a pockmarked face. As Harry rushed towards Neville, another green light flew over his head.

"Can you stand up?"

He shouted in Neville's ear, whose legs were still throbbing and twitching involuntarily. "Put your arms around my neck —"

Neville did as he was told, and Harry straightened up. Neville's legs were still flailing, and he could not keep his footing.

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