hp Ouroboros

With an almost inaudible cracking sound, a huge pearly white figure rose into the air. It was so foggy that it was impossible to see who it was. Harry could only see its mouth opening and closing, but around him Now there are collisions everywhere, the sound of shouting spells, the roar of someone being knocked down and bumping into debris... He didn't hear anything. After the figure finished speaking, it turned into a wisp of white smoke and disappeared without a trace no trace.

The Prophecy Ball, a stupid little ball that only he and Voldemort could get, he was tricked by Voldemort into coming to the Department of Mysteries because of such a thing!He got Hermione in trouble and the entire Order of the Phoenix in crisis!

"Harry! Quick! Let's go!" Sirius' roar exploded in Harry's ears as if it appeared suddenly, pulling Harry back to reality from the daze after smashing the prophecy ball.

But after taking a few steps, Harry realized that something was wrong. His godfather actually staggered, with one side of his body tilted, and followed behind him with a blue face.

Then he saw... "Sirius! Your hand! Your right hand!" Harry exclaimed.

"Shh! Now is not the time to talk about this! Let's go!" Sirius ordered with a stern look he had never had before, lifting his left hand that had been covering his right shoulder and pushing Harry hard, making him run quickly.

And when Sirius no longer covered it, his empty right hand became more conspicuous, almost completely torn from the position just below the right shoulder, although he seemed to have used some magic to temporarily stop the bleeding, but a person suddenly Losing his entire dominant arm still caused huge troubles to his movements.

"Yes... who is it?" Harry's voice was rough, and the speed of his speech became fast under the tension, "It can still recover, right! Let's go back and find Madam Pomfrey...she can..."

"No!" Sirius interrupted Harry irritably, but he didn't answer right away. After the two ran around a corner, he said very succinctly, "This is black magic."

Dark magic damage...Harry understood what that meant—his godfather would lose his right arm forever, and the damage caused by black magic cannot be cured...The scene in front of him was a little blurry, and Harry blinked hard Eyes, blinking the tears out of his eyes, he didn't even dare to look back at the expression on his godfather's face, so he had to run faster to the exit of the memory.

When they finally broke through the door, left the room full of duels between Order of the Phoenix members and Death Eaters, and came to the lobby of the Ministry of Magic, there was a fireplace that could use Floo powder in a few steps, and a bright red The light hit them.

"Be careful!" Sirius pushed Harry away who didn't notice behind him, and he was hit by the light. With a loud noise, he flew out, hit the magnificent wall of the Ministry of Magic hall, and fell heavily. on the ground.

"Sirius!!" Harry yelled at Sirius on the ground, but Sirius didn't respond to him.

"The Prophecy Ball, Potter, as I said, I only want the Prophecy Ball." Lucius' voice came from the shadow of the fountain statue in the center of the hall, and he also looked a bit embarrassed, with his platinum-blond long hair burned off Soot ash all over the face and expensive silk robes that were too beautiful for a man.

An unprecedented anger erupted from Harry's heart. He didn't think of what Senior Sister S and the others said about the fact that the Malfoy family had secretly broken with Voldemort, nor did he consider that he could use a death curse to solve it. After leaving them and slowly searching their bodies for the prophecy ball, he was filled with only overflowing hatred - Voldemort killed his parents, Death Eaters destroyed his godfather, and now he's left...

Harry grabbed his wand, jumped up from the ground, and snarled at Lucius, "Crucio!"

The spell knocked the unprepared Lucius into the air, and the pretended calm expression finally disappeared from his face. He fell to the ground panting heavily, but he didn't give them the same 'fake mood' as in the class. The demoed spider screamed and rolled on the ground in pain.

In the blink of an eye, Lucius got up again. Although he was panting a little, it was obvious that Harry's Unforgivable Curse didn't have much effect.

"You've never used the Unforgivable Curse, have you, Potter?" Lucius slightly raised the corners of his mouth and said sarcastically, "You're not the stuff, come on, the Prophecy Ball, hand it over." His wand, which was decorated with a snake handle, glowed faintly at the tip of the wand.

There was no place to hide, Harry froze on the spot, there was no cover around him, and he didn't have the physique of Senior C, a spell was right in front of him, and he couldn't dodge it at all, but at this time, for some reason, In his heart, he was not as nervous as he was in the prophecy ball room before, but seemed to... feel relieved...

"No more, broken..."

"It seems that Hogwarts didn't really teach you anything." A voice that sounded particularly disgusting interrupted Harry abruptly, as if standing on the commanding heights, with a cold and emotionless voice. He pretended to be polite again.

A tall, thin man with a black mask appeared in the middle of the hall, as if suddenly appearing out of nowhere in the blink of an eye, standing between Harry and Lucius, through his black translucent mask, Harry saw His terrifying snake-like face was so pale and haggard that he didn't look like a living person. The man's pupil was also like a snake with a slit. At first glance, there was no emotion in the scarlet eyes, but Harry suddenly covered his forehead. A headache that felt like it was about to explode from the inside of his head was a sign of when the man, Voldemort, was burning with rage...

"Master...Master...I'll be right away..." When Lucius saw the man in front of him, his complexion became even worse, his seemingly confident tone disappeared, and he even stammered.

Voldemort raised his hand and stopped Lucius's feeble rebuttal. He didn't even give Lucius a look. His blood-red eyes kept staring at Harry, "You need to empower them, Potter , the power to create pain, ordinary anger is meaningless, let me demonstrate to you..." The owner of the voice seemed to be really teaching Harry a lesson, explaining the frightening black magic .

"Cruciate," said Voldemort in a tone as soft as a serpent's letter, and the terrible spell hit Lucius who was not prepared.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Voldemort didn't look at Lucius on the ground at all, leaving the well-known and famous family head in the wizarding world to curl up on the ground like a bedbug, his bright red snake-like eyes always looking at Harry .

The sound of Lucius' screams became erratic as the scar gradually became more and more painful. Harry's facial features were all wrinkled together, but the lightning scar on his forehead was still burning, and he could only vaguely see Voldemort. He walked towards him slowly, but he could only raise his hand trembling with pain in a vain way, and the wand he was holding kept shaking.

"I shattered... shattered, your prophecy ball..." Harry tremblingly gasped and said with difficulty, although his headache was about to explode, but after saying these words, his heart With a rush of pleasure, he disrupted Voldemort's plans.

"I know, I see, I see everything in your defenseless, and of course, no attacking head." Voldemort said softly, his cold eyes filled with disdain, "A few months months of preparation, and, oh, my Death Eaters let this teenage boy get in my way once again."

"Master...I'm sorry...Is that right..." Lucius sobbed, trying to crawl to Voldemort's feet slowly, enduring the pain of the Cruciatus Curse.Voldemort approached slowly, and she quickly fell at his feet.

"Be quiet, Lucius." Voldemort still didn't stop, not giving Lucius even a little attention.

"In that case, I have nothing more to tell you, Potter," Voldemort said seemingly calmly, "you have been messing with me for a long time... Avada Kedavra!" After the last sentence , he didn't even stop to catch his breath, he raised his wand and aimed it at Harry with a killing curse.

In this short time, not even a blink of an eye, the golden statue of the wizard fountain in the hall came alive, he jumped up from the base, and fell between Harry and Voldemort with a "bang!" Voldemort The spell brushed away from his metal chest.

"Who!" Voldemort yelled, turning angrily, and then he gasped, "Dumbledore!"

Albus Dumbledore, the most famous white wizard in the wizarding world, stood in front of the entrance gate of the Ministry of Magic. The aura emanating from Dumbledore's body forcibly overwhelmed the conspicuous golden color.

"You shouldn't be here, Tom." Dumbledore said calmly, as if chatting with an old friend of many years. "The Aurors are on their way."

"Before I'm done, you'll die first!" Voldemort said sternly, and raised his hand to Dumbledore with a deadly green light, but Dumbledore dodged like a whirlwind before the death curse arrived, and then Appeared behind Voldemort.

With a wave of his wand, the remaining statues in the fountain came alive again. The statue of the centaur galloped towards Voldemort, and the statues of the smaller goblin and the house-elf went past and watched them, lying on the ground without moving. Lucius passed by, and the other flashed in front of Harry to protect him.

Voldemort dodged the centaur's charge with a dodge, and appeared next to the fountain pool the next moment. He stretched out his hand to fish in the air, and the water in the fountain suddenly jumped out of the pool as if he had scooped it up from the air. Burst out, a mass of water as high as a floor hit Dumbledore straight.

Harry turned to the greatest wizard expectantly, not at all worried that Dumbledore couldn't handle this kind of magic - but he seemed wrong.

Dumbledore waved his wand, but his movements were no longer crisp and neat. Dumbledore became slower, as if he was holding a wooden wand that was only ten inches long, directing it to draw an arc in the air. A colossal difficulty.

The huge water polo was blocked, but if you look carefully, it is not difficult to see that the water polo is still approaching Dumbledore. At this time, the old magician has already straightened his face, looking at the water polo in front of him seriously and intently.

This is not the Dumbledore he knew. Harry couldn't believe it. The Dumbledore he knew seemed to be born with the ability to direct all spells like an arm, and nothing was difficult, but the Dumbledore in front of him...ha Leigh was sure he had never seen Dumbledore have such a difficult time using magic.

Dumbledore flicked his wand to the side, and the huge water polo suddenly deviated from the expected track and hit the floor where no one was around, making a loud noise that even temporarily deafened Harry's ears. The ground was also covered with a large crack.

But what worried Harry the most was not his temporarily deaf ears, but Dumbledore who staggered to the side involuntarily because of resisting Voldemort's spell.

Dumbledore's absence not only frightened Harry, even Voldemort was stunned for a while, but then there was a look on his snake face that could definitely be called 'ecstasy'.

"Hahaha! What did I see!" Voldemort laughed, his mouth wide open, and Harry even saw the scarlet tongue in his mouth, as if he had just drunk blood, and his pale, almost dead gray His complexion formed a strong and nauseating contrast.

"The greatest white wizard of our time, Albus Dumbledore, you are finally old! The old one is about to die! Hahahaha!" Voldemort laughed maniacally.