[HP] End of Death

Draco reached out and pushed Dolohov's back hard from behind, he staggered and hit Lucius on the back.

"What are you doing...?" The blond man frowned and looked at him, who looked back angrily, but found nothing.Taking advantage of this opportunity, the three of Harry ran to the rear and quickly ran towards the gate along the narrow corridor.

"Stop them!" Lucius yelled.Avery ran to block the door, and Dolohov and Lucius followed them on the other side of the shelf. They tried to cast a spell several times, but there were too many obstacles in the room, and they were all hampered. They are easy to avoid.The spell hit the wooden shelf and the glass ball, kicking up a cloud of dust.Several glass balls shattered, and the silver mist rose slowly. The figures inside opened their mouths to speak, but no one could hear them clearly.

When they had passed through all the shelves and came to the open space at the front of the room, Lucius and Dolohov appeared at the same time on the other side, raising their wands at them.

"The prophecy ball flew—" Lucius yelled, but he didn't finish, because he fell for some reason, and Harry pulled out his wand quickly: "Stunning!"

A flash of red light knocked a small hole in the wall, and Harry gripped the glass ball that had slipped to his fingertips again, and stood with Ron and Hermione.

"We have to get out of this room." He whispered, his eyes fixed on the three men in front of him.

"They're holding on too tight, we can't help it," said Ron.

"They're targeting me, and I'll distract them—" Harry was interrupted by both of them before he could finish speaking.

"No! It's too dangerous——!"

While they were arguing, Lucius and Dolohov had moved a few steps closer, and Hermione looked up at them alertly, just as Dolohov raised his wand and pointed it at her.

"Iron armor!" Seeing a black light flash in the wand, Hermione shouted reflexively.The black light seemed to have hit an invisible barrier, sliding past her cheeks, and she could still feel a residual burning temperature.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, and her yelling woke up her two friends, who took a quick step back, and Harry pointed at Lucius and shouted, "There are many obstacles!"

The man quickly stopped his feet, but he was still a step too late, almost tripping and falling to the ground.Harry took the opportunity to slide across to his right, directly facing Avery, who was guarding the door.Avery quickly raised his wand, and before he was fully ready to fight, Harry cast several spells in succession, but he dodged them all.Lucius and Dolohov immediately turned around and surrounded him. Lucius wanted to use the Flying Curse again, but Ron punched him hard in the back, stopping him from reciting the spell.

Harry struggled to dodge the spells, but they were too close, and there were so many of them, many of them wiped his clothes, and he narrowly avoided one of them, cutting his left arm , bringing out a few drops of blood splashed on the ground.

Ron and Hermione desperately wanted to squeeze into the battle circle. They stumbled Lucius, Dolohov and Avery from behind, and harassed them by launching impediment spells and soft leg spells from time to time, preventing them from hitting Haha profit.

Their harassment did help, because after a while Dolohov turned to Ron and Hermione, which made Harry feel a lot easier.He was about to cast a spell when Avery, who was blocking the door, suddenly stared and fell down straight. Harry quickly took a step back to avoid it.

"What's going on?" Lucius also noticed something was wrong, he glanced left and right, "Who's there?!"

Naturally no one answered him.Harry watched him warily as he moved cautiously towards the door.Lucius turned his head immediately, his long light blond hair looked darker than usual in the dust, showing a cold and heavy silver gray, just like his equally cold eyes.Harry stopped in his tracks, gasping for breath, short of breath.

They were confronting each other, Lucius looked at him coldly, and said in a low voice: "Don't make unnecessary sacrifices, Potter. Give me the prophecy ball, or what will happen to you, I can't guarantee it... "

"Don't even think about it." Harry replied without thinking, holding the glass ball tightly in his sweaty left hand, hesitating in his heart whether he should just open the door and rush out.

Suddenly, he felt his right arm being pulled, and a strange force led him to step towards the door.The closed door was opened quickly, Harry followed him and turned out the door, and the door closed behind him with a loud, dull sound.

They were running in the empty and tall room, and Harry could clearly hear the footsteps of two people in the room.He looked to his right, the man was still holding his hand, but there was nothing there.

This has happened before.When he was about to be discovered by Snape on the stairs, when he was meeting at the Hog's Head, when he faced Padma's confession, the invisible man had appeared.

The originally rapid heartbeat became more violent at this time, he felt hot all over, and even felt a little sick, but his mood became inexplicably happy - not for anything else, just because he knew that he was still safe and sound.

"Draco?" he asked softly, his voice trembling.

The man didn't answer, just squeezed his palm.Harry squeezed his hand tightly, warm and strong.

When they were halfway across the room, the door behind them opened and Lucius rushed out, cane clutched.Harry felt the hand holding him tighten, as if tensing up.He thought he understood why, but he didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only cover up his thoughts by speeding up his pace.

Lucius roared from behind, beams of light swished through the dark and dirty room, illuminating the dusty and cobweb-covered walls.They avoided the staggered web of light in a thrilling manner, and a magical beam seemed to pass by Draco's left hand that was holding him. He felt the other's arm tremble suddenly, but he still didn't let him go.

The short distance seemed so long now that they finally reached the door, and Harry saw the door in front of him being pulled open by an invisible hand, and they ran out—

"There are many obstacles!"

The footsteps of the people around him stopped, as if they were stuck by something, their bodies could not overcome their inertia and leaned forward.Harry didn't hold him for a moment, but was brought by him and fell to the ground. He held the prophecy ball tightly and didn't let it slip out of his hand.

The hand that was holding him loosened, and Harry's heart suddenly felt empty.Regardless of the pain in his knees, he hurriedly stood up, only to find that he was surrounded by several men and women standing in the rotunda. They recovered from their initial surprise and showed sinister smiles on their faces.

"Oh, oh, oh, little Harry delivered himself to us... very good, very good..." A man with big yellow teeth rubbed his hands and looked at him with bright eyes that made him Terrified, Harry gripped his wand even harder.

"Oh, give me the orb of prophecy, Potter!" cried another woman with wild hair, her hands folded, her smile so cruel that it seemed a scar had split the pale, somewhat familiar face. , making her even more ferocious.Harry recognized her as Bellatrix, Sirius' cousin.

He took a step back and gripped the prophecy ball a little tighter, the round shape made his palm ache.He bit his lower lip and stared at them nervously, thinking quickly about how to solve this dilemma.

There was a sound of footsteps from far to near, and Lucius came out of the room.He brushed away a strand of blond hair that fell to his forehead, raised his cane to face Harry, his face became more gloomy in the darkness: "Hiding is not a skill, Potter...you have nowhere to escape now , and the coward who didn't dare to show his face when he helped you. You should surrender immediately..."

"Huh, what's going on, Lucius?" asked the yellow-toothed man. "Anyone else here?"

"Yeah, a guy who didn't dare to show his face." Lucius' gray eyes were still fixed on Harry. "Hand over the prophecy ball, Potter."

"You can grab it yourself if you can, Malfoy." Harry said, he felt a warm feeling on his left wrist, and he calmed down a little.

"You think I dare not? The prophecy ball flies—"

The glass ball in his hand struggled to escape again, Harry grabbed it with all his strength, and a deliberately low voice sounded in his ear: "Get ready."

He shivered all over, straightened his back, and the hand holding his wrist tightened, and suddenly pulled him towards the door closest to them, quickly opened it and dragged him to hide in.

Behind them are the angry roars and chasing footsteps of men and women, overlapping and echoing in the narrow space, like a huge hammer falling on the sea surface to stir up thousands of waves.The moment Harry ran into the room, he saw a red light flying towards him out of the corner of his eye, and it was about to hit the back of his head. One hand pressed his head and pressed him down, hard He slammed the door shut.

As soon as Draco fell into the room, he canceled the disillusionment. Harry didn't have time to observe the situation of the room, so he quickly helped him to sit by the wall: "How do you feel?"

Draco waved at him, raised his wand and pointed at the door, "Quickly imprison!" Looking back at him, he explained, "This will probably hold up for a while."

Harry didn't answer, he pulled his arm over to check his left hand, there was a deep gash on the sturdy upper arm, bleeding was oozing, the jacket was already wet.He conjured up a bandage to help him bandage the wound simply and quickly, while the other hand wrapped his other hand around his waist, carefully examining the wound on his body.

"It's just minor injuries, nothing to do with it." Harry noticed his gaze and comforted him.

Draco raised his head, his gray-blue eyes were tired, but bright and deep, like a planet in the dark night, slowly rotating in silence, reflecting countless tiny dust particles.

"My father did it all?" he asked.

"No." Harry avoided his eyes, he knew what he was thinking, "We can't stay here forever. We have to get out."

"I know." Draco was still holding him with one hand, his right hand resting on his cheek, the gentle strength made Harry feel a little itchy, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.