HP Magic Biography

The Hall of Prophecy, a crystal ball in the ninety-seventh row...

Harry muttered to himself that Harry didn't really feel what he was going to do until he was actually standing here.

Now, he's helping Voldemort take down the prophecy about them...

Before that, Harry could hardly imagine what he was doing. In order to survive, he took the initiative to threaten a few lunatics, and then went to help his enemy to get a key item.

...

This is really crazy, but there seems to be no other way right now, he can only do this, Dumbledore is not in England, and the main force of the Order of the Phoenix...

What are you thinking, Potter? Bellatrix asked Harry with a sinister smile, in an almost weird tone, It's hard, do you think, who else can jump out here help you?

Dumbledore... Valin Ayr... is still my poor cousin... Bellatrix laughed, her voice was extremely harsh.

You are the one who is really pitiful. Harry said unceremoniously, Crazy...

You'll realize it soon. Bellatrix held Harry's cheek from her chin with one hand, her pale nails almost digging into the flesh of Harry's face.

Bellatrix seemed satisfied with the way Harry looked, and with the other hand lifted the hair on Harry's forehead, exposing the scar to all of them.

Soon, you will be able to appreciate the gift this scar has brought you, Potter.

Saying that, Bellatrix straightened up with a violent shake of her hand.

Satisfied? I have to remind you again that this is the prey of the Dark Lord. Lucius frowned, not knowing why, there was always a sense of unease here.

You don't need to remind me, Lucius, I will naturally leave Potter to the Dark Lord. Bellatrix said indifferently, But before that, I think Potter should be happy to chat with me. Let's talk...

We have, we don't have much time. Lucius said with a frown, and then he was about to move forward.

But before they took two steps forward, an unharmonious light stretched their shadows infinitely...

Who's behind. Lucius turned his head vigilantly, and the two dark figures seemed a little blurred through the light of the time hall.

Kara, and Goyle, you two found what the Dark Lord wanted? Lucius felt very strange, they had just left.

No... Under the mask, no one could see the answerer's expression, The magic we encountered, time magic, almost died inside.

Harry's last hope had been dashed, and whoever had come...

Magic, I don't remember where there is any magic, how could there be offensive magic in the Hall of Time... Rookwood asked in disbelief.

This magic is terrible. Carat's voice sounded, Goyle's hand has... In short, you can see for yourself.

As they said that, the two walked forward with lingering fear in their hearts, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, as if they were scared out of their wits by the magic.

Wait a minute... Lucius said suddenly, Why didn't you close the door.

I forgot.

Take your hoods off, both of you, Lucius said, Prove yourself to me.

What are you doing, Lucius, the two of them are giving us...

I said, take off your hoods, Carla, and Goyle, and do as I say...

Bellatrix seemed a little impatient, but she didn't have the patience of Lucius.

Taking a step forward, he directly took off the masks of Carat and Goyle.

It's just the two of them...Lucius, you are too careful... Bella said with a wicked smile, Otherwise, who do you think it is?

Okay... Lucius rubbed his temples with some headaches, I'm a little nervous, tell me, Carat, Goyle's hand...

You'd better see for yourself, said Clara, raising Goyle's arm.

Lucius paused, glanced at Goyle who bowed his head silently, pulled out his wand, and picked up Goyle's sleeve with the wand.

No change... Lucius frowned, looking at Goyle's clenched fist.

What do you have in your hand?

that is……

Gore let go of his hand, and a black object fell to the ground with a snap. Then, a stench accompanied by a black mist enveloped everyone in it.

Harry felt as if he had fallen into the toilet, filled with the smell of manure...

Wait... Harry's eyes lit up, and suddenly, a hand grabbed his arm and dragged him violently, Harry was dragged out almost without any resistance.

...

How does it taste, dear Mr. Malfoy. The familiar voice came from Harry's side in an instant, which made Harry a little overjoyed.

I think the taste of the dung bomb is not bad. Fred and George have asked me to treat you well. As always, you should enjoy it, right?

The black mist was swept away by the strong wind in an instant, and immediately after, the figures of all the Death Eaters were revealed.

As usual, you don't like our welcome ceremony, and it's our rudeness to say it, but what's next?

Fallin Al? Malfoy looked at the figure at the door in disbelief.

In the next second, one after another white light fell on the floor behind Fan Lin.

Remus Lupine, Sirius Black, Alastor Moody, Nymphadora Tonks, Emmeline Vance, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Arthur Weasley...

One after another, familiar faces appeared behind Harry, like a banner, and in an instant, Harry found his own sense of security.

It must be Hermione, Hermione contacted Sirius and the others, or...

Well, Harry absolutely couldn't think of Severus Snape. In fact, the professor was still staying at Hogwarts to contain the woman named Tarfel, but these were all irrelevant things.

Fan Lin! Harry exclaimed in surprise, it was Fan Lin who pulled him out of the Death Eaters' siege just now, which made him go crazy with joy.

It was very similar to that night, but this time it was no longer just the two of them. Here, members of the Order of the Phoenix were no less than Death Eaters.

It's not too late for us to come, Harry! Fan Lin laughed, seeming to dispel all of Harry's uneasiness in an instant.