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Harry noticed that the others were approaching Ginny. He took a step to the side and stood in front of Ginny to block her, and raised the prophecy ball to his chest.

"If you want to deal with any of us, you have to break this."

He said to Bellatrix, "If you didn't take it back with you, I don't think your master would be very happy, would he?"

She didn't move, but stared at Harry, licking her thin lips with the tip of her tongue.

"So," Harry said, "what kind of prophecy is this?"

He couldn't think of what to do, so he could only talk non-stop.

Neville's arm was pressed tightly against his arm, he could feel Neville trembling, and he could feel a person breathing quickly against the back of his head.

He hoped that they were actively thinking of ways to escape, because his mind was blank.

"What kind of prophecy?"

Bellatrix repeated, the grinning grin on his face gradually disappearing.

"Are you kidding? Harry Potter?"

"No, I'm not kidding." Harry glanced over the Death Eaters, searching for a weak link, a gap where they could escape. "Why does Voldemort want it?"

Several Death Eaters hissed in dissatisfaction.

"Dare you call him by his name?"

Bellatrix whispered.

"Of course," Harry still grasped the glass ball firmly, in case someone else would use magic to **** it away, "Yeah, there is nothing wrong with me saying the name, vomit—"

"To shut up!"

Bellatrix screamed:

"How dare you say his name from your humble mouth, how dare you defile it with your **** tongue, how dare you—"

"Do you know he is a **** too?"

Harry said without hesitation, Hermione groaned softly in his ear, obviously with a terrible heart palpitations.

"Voldemort? Of course, his mother is a wizard, but his father is a Muggle. Did he keep telling you that he is a purebred wizard?"

"Fainted--"

"Do not!"

A red light jetted from the tip of Bellatrix Lestrange’s wand, but Malfoy’s spell deflected it, hitting a shelf a foot away to Harry’s left with some glass **** on it. Was smashed to pieces.

Two ghosts, pearly white and fluttering like smoke, stretched out from the shards of glass that fell on the floor and spoke.

Their voices came one after another, and only a few words could be heard in the shouts of Malfoy and Bellatrix.

"At the solstice there will be a new..."

Said an elderly figure with a beard.

"Don't attack, we need to predict the ball!"

"How dare he—how dare he—"

Bellatrix screamed incoherently, "He's just standing there—dirty bastard—"

"Wait until we get the prophecy ball!"

Malfoy shouted.

"...No one will come..."

Said the figure of the young woman.

The two figures emerging from the broken glass ball melted into a thin gas and disappeared without a trace, leaving only the glass shards on the floor.

However, they gave Harry an idea, and the question was how to tell other people his thoughts.

"You want me to give you the ball... You haven't told me what is so special about this prophecy."

Harry said, he was delaying time. He slowly moved his feet to the side, trying to reach the other people's feet.

"Don't play tricks with us, Potter."

"I'm not playing tricks."

Harry replied. He moved his foot while talking to them. Then, he felt someone's toe and stepped on it, making a sharp inhalation sound behind him.

He heard that he stepped on Hermione's foot.

"what's happenin?"

Hermione asked quietly behind, appearing very careful.

"Dumbledore never told you that the reason for the scar you left was hidden in the Department of Mysteries?"

"I—what?"

Harry said, asking him for a moment that he had completely forgotten his plan, "What happened to my scar?"

"what's happenin?"

Hermione asked again in a low voice behind her, her tone more urgent than before.

"how can that be?"

Malfoy said happily and happily. Several Death Eaters laughed again. Under the cover of these laughter, Harry squirmed his lips as little as possible, squeezing a voice from between his teeth and said to Hermione: "Hit Broken shelf—"

"Dumbledore never told you?"

Malfoy said again: "Then, this can explain why you didn't get here earlier, Potter, the Dark Lord is so strange why—"

"—Wait for me to say start—"

"—Why didn't you run over when he told you where it was hiding in his dream.

He believes that instinctive curiosity will make you eager to receive accurate information..."

"is it?"

Harry said that behind him, it was not so much to hear, as to feel that Hermione was passing on his words to other people~lightnovelpub.net~ He had to find a way to continue the conversation in order to transfer the Death Eaters Attention.

"So, he wants me to get that prophecy ball, right? Why?"

"why?"

Malfoy said happily, "Because only the person mentioned in the prophecy, Potter, has the right to get it from the Department of Mysteries. This was discovered by the Dark Lord when he used others to steal the prophecy ball for him."

"So, why does he want to steal the prophecy about me?"

"About you two, Potter, it's about you two...

Haven't you ever thought about why the Dark Lord would try to kill you when you were a baby? "

Through the eyelet on Malfoy's hood, Harry stared at his looming gray eyes.

Is this prophecy the reason his parents died?

Was it the reason he was carrying his lightning-shaped scar?

Are all these answers in your own hands?

"Someone made the same prophecy for me and Voldemort?"

He said softly, staring at Lucius Malfoy intently, holding the warm glass ball tightly in his hand.

It was hardly bigger than a golden snitch, and it was still covered in dust.

"He asked me to come and take this prophecy ball for him... why didn't he take it himself?"

"He will get it himself?"

Bellatrix laughed frantically and screamed, "People have completely ignored the return of the Dark Lord. Will he walk into the Ministry at this time?

Now they are wasting their time asking to find my dear cousin, will the Dark Lord expose himself to the Auror? "

This woman is indeed a madman, but the words of a madman are always much better than normal people.

At this time, Harry finally showed a different wisdom.