The old room was lined with towering shelves, with dusty prophecy balls on it.

Harry swallowed, as if he was incredible.

The few of them were lost and kept going around in circles.

After Luna came back, she guided the direction and everyone came to the Prophecy Hall.

But Harry was shocked not because Luna suddenly knew where the Prophecy Hall was, but because she stood at the end of the 97th row of shelves...

He didn't see anyone.

Neither Sirius, the Death Eater, nor Voldemort.

There was not a single person, and there was even thicker dust on the ground. It seemed that no one had stepped into this place for a long time.

An unknown thought came to Harry's mind. He felt his mouth dry and his hands tremble, but he still said:

"Siris should be nearby, he must be here... Let's look for it again..."

"There should be no Sirius here." Ginny shouted, trying to make Harry feel a little more awake.

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

"Don't be stupid, Harry." Qiu clenched his wand and looked around with Cedric back to back, vigilantly:

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

Harry's face was so hot that he seemed to have been whipped to the face.

He felt very uncomfortable, why is Sirius not here, he saw him here?

But William, Snape, and even Anne's words began to echo in Harry's mind.

Everyone told him:

There are traps, don't be fooled...but he just doesn't listen and always feels that he is right.

But it turns out that he is the hopeless idiot.

Harry wanted the few people present to scold him, perhaps as sarcastic as Snape... he would feel better.

But Qiu, Cedric, and the twins ignored him.

The four of them had no time to care about Harry's psychological activities. They stood in four directions and formed a defensive circle.

It's simply well trained.

It is in sharp contrast with Harry and others who are protected in the middle and full of panic.

Ron looked at the darkness in the distance in fear, swallowing for more than ten years, as if a mysterious person would pop up there at any time.

He accidentally glanced at a dirty prophecy ball on the shelf and suddenly shouted: "Harry, see this!"

"What?" Harry turned his head and looked.

He now wishes he had something to divert his attention and hide his shame.

"There is your name on it," Ron said.

Harry approached a little, looking at the prophecy ball:

It was dirty and seemed to have not been touched for years, but the glimmer inside made it shine.

Harry looked blankly at the yellowed label, with beautiful fonts marked with a date about sixteen years ago.

Next is:

Dark Devil and Harry Potter

"What is this?" Ron curiously, "Why is your name on it?"

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

"I know that I should not take it well, Harry!" Luna suddenly spoke.

The effect of the Fuling agent tells her that she will not use the prophecy ball... and use magic to blow up the surrounding shelves and escape in the chaos, which will be safer.

But Harry had reached out his hand, and he stubbornly said, "Why not take it? My name is written on it."

Harry held the dirty ball.

He was looking forward to some drama or miracle that would make this crisis-ridden adventure of some value.

It also makes one's stupid, not that stupid.

But nothing happened.

No...that happened.

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

They blocked the way, their eyes shining in the gaps in their hoods, and twelve magic wands aimed at everyone.

"Very good, Potter, very good." A mockery voice rang.

"Thank you for helping us get the prophecy ball, I did a great job, and I did a great job!"

Harry looked pale and wanted to slap himself, why did his hands be so cheap?

"Give it to me...Port, hurry up." Lucius Malfoy stretched out his left hand, "Just give it to me, I can let you go.

I swear..."

"In the name of the Dark Lord." Malfoy added in his heart.

"Where is Sirius?!" Harry asked hurriedly. "Where is he! You caught him!"

Several Death Eaters burst into laughter.

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

"I want to know where Sirius is! You caught him...hey, Potter, you fool, you are fool!

The Dark King always predicts things like a god!”

Malfoy also smiled and said proudly: "That's just a trap, for you...we didn't catch Black at all."

Harry's heart sank suddenly, his lips turned purple and his hands trembled.

If Sirius was not caught, the result would be obvious:

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

Fear filled Harry's body, and he said tremblingly:

"What's special about this prophecy ball? Why does Voldemort want it?"

He is delaying time, and the Order of the Phoenix may have arrived!

But Malfoy saw it through, and he sneered:

"Okay, don't continue wasting time.

Dumbledore and Stark would not come, they were taken away... Umbridge's trial is also a plan."

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In an instant, Malfoy was so energetic... If he completes this mission, the Dark Lord will definitely reward him.

My own status as the Death Eater will also go further.

Maybe, even if you find that your diary has been destroyed, the Dark King will not pursue it again.

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 one by one in front of you, do you?"

"Sed...he wants to kill us." Qiu said with his eyebrows raised. "I'm so scared."

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

"Or else give them the prophecy ball?" George glanced at Fred.

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

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

"Then give it!" Fred nodded.

This sentence seemed like a signal. They grabbed the four protected Harry and Ron, dragged them to the ground, and they lowered their bodies and shot the spell from their wand.

"Mist-hide!"

"Thunderbolt!"

"Torn to pieces!"

"Armor protection!"

The twins threw out a round burst bomb desperately and smashed it around.
To be continued...