some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 902 Proud Malfoy
An old room, lined with tall shelves with dusty orbs of prophecy.

Harry swallowed, seemingly in disbelief.

A few of them had lost their way and were going around in circles.

After Luna came back, she pointed the way, and everyone came to the prophecy hall.

But what shocked Harry was not that Luna suddenly knew where the Hall of Prophecy was, but that she was standing at the end of the 97th shelf...

He didn't see anyone.

Neither Sirius, Death Eaters, nor Voldemort, nothing.

There was no one there, and there was even a thick layer of dust on the ground, as if no one had set foot here for a long time.

Unknown thoughts appeared in Harry's mind. He felt his mouth dry and his hands trembling, but he still refused to give up:

"Sirius should be around here, he must be here... Let's look for it..."

"There shouldn't be Sirius here," Ginny yelled, trying to wake Harry up.

But Harry insisted: "Trust me, it's here, I see it!"

"Don't be stupid, Harry." Qiu gripped his wand tightly, and stood back to back with Cedric, looking around vigilantly:

"Sirius is not here, this is a trap! Be careful, everyone, Death Eaters may appear at any time!"

Harry's face was hot, as if he had been whipped in the face.

He felt very uncomfortable, why Sirius was not here, and he was here to see him.

But William, Snape, even Anne's words when it came... started to echo in Harry's head.

Everyone told him:
There's a trap, don't fall for it...but he just won't listen, always thinking he's right.

As it turned out, he was the hopeless idiot.

Harry wished that everyone present would scold him, or be as eccentric as Snape...he would feel better.

But Cho, Cedric, and the twins all ignored him.

The four of them had no time to care about Harry's psychological problems at all. They stood in four directions, faintly forming a defensive circle.

Simply well-trained.

It was in stark contrast to the panic-stricken Harry and the others who were protected in the middle.

Ron looked at the darkness in the distance in fear, and swallowed hard, as if a mysterious person would pop out there at any time.

He accidentally glanced at a dirty prophecy ball on the shelf, and suddenly called out, "Harry, you see this!"

"What?" Harry turned his head to look.

He now longs for something to divert his attention so that he can hide his shame.

"It has your name on it," said Ron.

Harry moved closer, looking at the prophecy ball:
It was dirty and looked like it hadn't been touched in years, but the shimmer inside made it shine.

Harry stared blankly at the yellowed label, with a date about 16 years ago marked in beautiful letters.

Next is:

dark lord and harry potter
"What is this?" Ron asked curiously, "Why is your name on it?"

Harry shook his head, and he reached out his hand out of nowhere, trying to pick up the prophecy ball.

"My intuition tells me that it's better not to hold it, Harry!" Luna said suddenly.

The effect of the Felicity Elixir told her that instead of taking the prophecy ball...it would be safer to immediately use magic to blow up the surrounding shelves and take advantage of the chaos to escape.

But Harry had already stretched out his hand, and he said stubbornly, "Why don't you take it? My name is written on it."

Harry held the dirty little ball.

He is looking forward to, hoping that some drama or miracle will happen, so that this risky adventure will have some value.

Also make your own stupidity look less stupid.

But nothing happens.

No...something still happens.

After Harry picked up the prophecy ball, like a signal, the sound of footsteps suddenly sounded, and many Death Eaters appeared around.

They blocked the way on both sides, eyes gleaming in the slit of the hood, twelve wands, aimed at the crowd.

"Very good, Potter, very good." A mocking voice sounded.

"Thank you for helping us get the prophecy ball, it was a great help, it's a beautiful job!"

Harry's face was pale, and he really wanted to slap himself, why are his hands so cheap?
"Give it to me... Potter, hurry up." Lucius Malfoy stretched out his left hand, "Just give it to me, and I can let you go.

I swear……"

"In the name of the Dark Lord," Malfoy added inwardly.

"Where's Sirius?!" Harry asked hastily. "Where is he! You caught him!"

Several Death Eaters laughed.

Someone imitated Harry's expression, shook his head and repeated in a teasing tone:

"I want to know where Sirius is! You've got him... Hey Potter you fool, you've been duped!

The Dark Lord is always predictable! "

Malfoy also smiled, and said triumphantly, "It was just a trap, prepared for you...we didn't catch Black at all."

Harry's heart sank suddenly, his lips were purple, his hands were shaking.

If Sirius hadn't been caught, the consequences would have been obvious:

He took his classmates away from the safety of Hogwarts, and plunged into the encirclement of Death Eaters.

Fear permeated Harry's whole body, and he said in a trembling voice:

"This prophecy ball, what's so special about it, why does Voldemort want it?"

He was stalling for time, the Order of the Phoenix might have arrived!
But Malfoy saw it through, and he sneered:

"Okay, stop wasting time.

Dumbledore and Stark won't come, they're being led away... Umbridge's trial, too, is a trap. "

For a moment, Malfoy was in high spirits... If he completed this mission, the Dark Lord would definitely reward him.

His status among the Death Eaters will also go a step further.

Maybe, even if the diary is found to be destroyed in the future, the Dark Lord will not pursue it anymore.

Of course, the premise is that you get the prophecy ball.

Malfoy said coldly:

"Hurry up and hand over the prophecy ball, otherwise... I will kill all your classmates!"

"You don't want to see them die in front of you one by one?!"

"Sed...he wants to kill us." Qiu raised his eyebrows and said. "I am really scared."

"Yeah... I'm scared too." Cedric lowered his body slightly. "George, what do you think?"

"Why don't you give them the prophecy ball?" George glanced at Fred.

Malfoy smiled with satisfaction: "That's right, to persuade Potter... Arthur's two stupid sons.

I don't want to kill you..."

"Give it then!" Fred nodded.

This sentence was like a signal. They grabbed Harry and Ron behind them respectively and dragged them to the ground.

"Mist and fog hidden!"

"Thunderbolt!"

"Smashed to pieces!"

"Armor protection!"

The twins desperately threw round explosive bombs and smashed them around.

The other Death Eaters were either caught off guard or fought back.

But thick fog covered the entire room, and neither side could see the other's position clearly.

The spells were ejected indiscriminately, and things continued to explode.

Malfoy fell to the ground, cursed secretly, and shot another curse.

But from the sound, it seemed that the one who was hit was... Goyle.

Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Avada Kedavra was not used, otherwise the wife's best friend would lose her husband, and the son's best friend would lose her father.

Of course, if Gore dies, he will definitely help take care of his younger siblings and nephew... he won't make it difficult for the orphan and widow.

Malfoy swept away with a whirlwind, and after clearing the fog, he ordered: "Block the door, and no one is allowed to go out!"

He still can't believe it... He brought so many Death Eaters with him, and he still couldn't catch a few students!
Then he will go to Azkaban to reform for three years!
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(End of this chapter)