"Give it to me," Malfoy said again.

"How did you know I was coming." Harry habitually delayed for a while, hoping that Lockhart and Lupin could come up with something good.

Several Death Eaters laughed, and among the dark figures on Harry's left, a slightly trembling male voice said triumphantly: "The Dark Lord always predicts things!"

Bellatrix is ​​dead, she is very strong, but there are no one thousand or eight hundred wizards in the world who are about the same level as her. Voldemort is not inferior to her as a strong follower, but Lockhart did not expect to be here. See Barty Crouch Jr.

"The Dark Lord said that Gilderoy Lockhart taught you Occlumency," said Barty Jr., pointing at Harry, then licking the corner of his mouth and saying something that shocked Lockhart, "He's a Very good and strong opponent, but obviously you let him down, Potter. Tsk tsk tsk."

"Hurry up and hand over the prophecy ball," Malfoy took a step closer, "or we'll have to use the wand."

"Okay, then use it." Harry glanced at Lockhart and raised his wand to his chest. At the same time, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and the five wands taught by two defense classes also They were raised up beside him.

"They want to resist!" Barty Jr said with a big laugh.

"Hand over the Prophecy Ball, no one will get hurt." Malfoy said coldly.

This time it was Lockhart's turn to laugh: "No, someone will get hurt."

Just as Barty Jr. wanted to say that the voice was a bit familiar, the battle was about to start: "Armor and body protection! Passed out!" To deal with so many people, the magic power of using the death spell is simply not enough, and the casting speed is too slow, Lockhart The spell with the fastest casting speed was chosen. Lucius was weaker than he thought, and just opened his mouth, he was knocked down all at once.

One of the Death Eaters tried to grab the Prophecy Ball with the Flying Curse, but Harry managed to catch it. "Don't do that!" cried Barty Jr. "It'll break it!"

The other Death Eaters also began to attack the children behind "Neville", but Lupin disguised as Seamus protected them and retreated. "Seamus" was not fit for his age and surprised the other Death Eaters.

—But the strength of Barty Crouch Jr also surprised Lockhart and Harry. But this is not too strange. Barty Jr. and Lockhart played against each other for the first time at the Quidditch World Cup. At that time, little Barty had just escaped from his father's old Barty's Imperius Curse, using Harry's wand again, which was not smooth at all, and could not exert a third of his strength. The second time he played against Lockhart was at the end of the Triwizard Tournament. Barty Jr. was determined to lure Lockhart and others away, and he was also distracted to control the real Filch, so there was basically no resistance.

In the prepared battle, Barty Jr. was almost a top wizard on the same level as Moody. He fought with Lockhart and Harry alone, and Lockhart could barely handle it. Harry Is embarrassed.

-Harry always thought that he was already very good, and was about to deal with Voldemort, but now he found that he couldn't even beat one of Voldemort's subordinates.

"Go! Get out of here and go into the hall!" Lockhart yelled, dodging a spell and turning around with a death spell, forcing Barty to dodge and cover Harry to the door.

A few Death Eaters found that they couldn't catch Ron and others, roared in dissatisfaction, and turned back to attack Harry.

Maybe it's good blood, maybe it's Lockhart's good teaching, or maybe it's the riches that Voldemort's soul has bestowed on Harry - Harry is already a very powerful wizard, and even under siege, he can protect without rushing Take care of yourself, and retreat to the door without fighting and retreating.

"If you can't keep it, destroy it!" Lockhart yelled.

A red light flashed past Lockhart, but Lockhart's Amulet made it deflect and hit a nearby shelf, shattering some of the glass **** on it.

Two ghostly figures, pearly white and fluttering like smoke, stretched out from the shards of glass falling on the floor and spoke their prophecies. Their voices came and went, and during the battle, only a few words could be heard.

"Stop them!" Barty Jr yelled frantically, "Don't attack Potter, we need the Prophecy Ball!"

Lockhart hit Barty Jr.'s foot with a heavy hit, startling him and angering him.

"Die, little guy!" Barty was chasing Lockhart frantically. But it was clear that Lockhart was under no pressure if he didn't confront him, just run for his life. "Help me stop that little fat man!"

"The era of Muggles has come..." The figure of the young woman said an interesting prophecy, and then the figure melted into a thin gas and disappeared without a trace, leaving only the shards of glass on the floor.

"Stop chasing us, or I'll break the prophecy ball!" Harry exclaimed, panting, stalling for time.

"Don't play tricks, Harry Potter, throw the prophecy ball over here and we won't be chasing it!" another stout Death Eater yelled.

"Okay, take it!" Harry pretended to be about to throw the prophecy ball over, "Smashed to pieces!"

Lockhart was inspired by Harry's spell hitting a shelf that was teetering. Lockhart turned around and tried to throw a powerful cutting spell, hitting the prophecy sphere behind him, severing its support.

The whole shelf fell into the aisle behind Lockhart, and hundreds of glass spheres were torn apart, pearly white figures floating in the air, their voices echoing in the torrential rain of broken glass and wood chips they had never seen before. reverberate in.

Barty Jr.'s way was blocked. He let out a roar like an enraged beast. However, the roar could not cause any damage to Lockhart.

"Neville, run!" Harry screamed, as the fallen shelf brought down more shelves, and the massive glass **** began to fall from it, and Lockhart covered his head with one arm and used his wand to give himself With a lightening spell, he frantically ran towards the crowd in front of him. Large broken shelves and tiny shards of glass rumbled down on him.

"Professor!" Seeing Lockhart chasing after him, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Ginny shouted excitedly.

"Call me Neville!" Lockhart didn't want to be recognized here. If Voldemort knew that Lockhart was doing something bad for him again, he would be in danger.

A Death Eater swooped forward through the dust mist, and Ginny decisively smashed the man into the air. The screams of pain, the roar of the shelves collapsing and bursting, the broken voices of the prophets released from the glass **** rang strangely.

"Not bad, Ginny!" Lockhart said approvingly, then took Hermione's arm, "Get out of here, the door."

The road ahead was unobstructed, and the six people rushed past, all holding their wands alertly. Another Death Eater emerged from the side, and Lockhart admired their stamina, and then hit him with a spell so that he could hide behind a shelf and not dare to show his face.

They were in row 50, where it was time to turn a corner and the group continued to run at full speed; he could hear footsteps behind him and Ginny urging Harry; just ahead, a door was ajar, This is where they came in, and Lockhart could see the glittering light of the bell glass; he flashed to the edge of the shelf, let the children pass first, and slammed the door shut when everyone was swiftly across the threshold .

"Why don't you lock the door?" Hermione asked breathlessly, her hair fluffy again, hanging around her little head in a mess.

Lockhart took out his wand, used magic to smooth out Hermione's hair, and re-tucked her hair with bobby pins. The affectionate gesture made Lupin's expression quirky. "Let's go up first, call God to guard!"

Lockhart's patron saint, rushed out of his wand and ran upstairs through the ceiling. At the same time, Lockhart pressed the elevator button to go upstairs, and the six people entered the elevator and went up.

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