"How's your progress here?" Bellatrix asked domineeringly, walking over to the five Death Eaters. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"It's going well, and it's already possible to enter the room where the prophecy orb is kept. A deep voice.

"That's pretty good, Lukewood just told me that there were a few spells that stopped us, and you've solved it now!" Bellatrix said appreciatively, "Dolfin, you're doing a good job this time......

"How did you do that?" asked Lukewood, surprised.

"It's just a small means, as long as it ......"

Harry didn't bother to listen to what they had to say, and he didn't care how they had cracked the magic of the Ministry.

He now knew that the main reason he had been dreaming of this place was because Voldemort wanted him to come here to get the Prophecy Orb.

"Someone made the same prophecy for me and Voldemort? and he asked me to get the prophecy ball for him? Why didn't he take it himself?" he continued, staring intently at Lucius Malfoy.

"He'll get it himself?" Bellatrix laughed maniacally at his words, she turned her head and screamed, "People are completely ignoring the return of the Dark Lord, and at this time he will go to the Ministry of Magic? Now that they are wasting their time looking for those vampires and Dumbledore, the Dark Lord will expose himself to the Aurors?"

"I see, that's why he instructed you to do this dirty thing for him. Harry said, "It's like he wants Stoic to steal the prophecy orb." ”

"That's right, Potter, that's right!" Malfoy said slowly, "We were going to take a more gentle approach and let you get here and take the prophecy orb yourself and hand it over to us, but we didn't have time to ...... it right now."

"You kidnapped me from the school, aren't you afraid of being exposed?" asked Harry.

"If Dumbledore was still around, we wouldn't dare do that. "As for exposure, do you think anyone in the Ministry of Magic would want to believe what you say?" said Malfoy, smugly. ”

As long as he hadn't seen Voldemort with his own eyes, no matter what Harry said, Fudge probably wouldn't have believed it.

Even if a group of Death Eaters broke into the Ministry of Magic in the middle of the night and moved under his nose, he would pretend not to see it.

"Go inside, as long as you cooperate, we might make it back to Hogwarts alive." ”

The Death Eaters let out another rude laugh as they walked down the hallway into the plain black door.

As in the dream, they were standing in a huge circular room.

Everything here, including the ceiling and floor, is black.

Twelve identical black doors, unmarked and without handles, were embedded in the black walls around them, and candles with blue flames dotted the walls, and the cold, flickering faint candlelight reflected in the shiny marble floor, making the floor look like a pool of black water.

The Death Eater, who had been walking last, closed the door, and without the narrow beam of light pouring in from the corridor behind him, the place became so dark that for a while Harry could only see the blue candles flickering on the walls and their horrible reflections on the floor.

With a loud rumbling bang, the candle began to move to one side, and the circular wall spun.

"Which door should I go through?" Bellatrix asked impatiently.

"I can't be sure, I have to try it one by one to find out. Luke Wood said.

"Damn, these doors are always going around, and that's the same when you used to work here?"

"It's a kind of protection, each room corresponds to a different magic, and the spell is in the hands of a different silent person, and if someone breaks in and doesn't know the correct way to crack it, the alarm will be triggered immediately. "These spells are ancient, and I know most of them, only a few of them have been replaced. Dolphin, are you sure you've cracked the magic there?"

"Of course, we've just gone in to make sure!" said the wizard named Dolfin, as he walked over to Harry, "The shelves in that room were filled with small dusty glass, and there were a thousand of them. ”

"That's right, it's that room. Lukewood nodded, "It's at the back of the Hall of Time." ”

"By the way, according to the information we stole from within the Ministry of Magic, where did the prophecy ball come from? ”

"Row 97, just ask Potter to go over and take it off. ”

"Then what are you waiting for!" Bellatrix said impatiently, "the worst outcome is twelve attempts!"

"It doesn't take that much, there are three doors that are locked for a long time. "They correspond to the storage of ancient magic relics, powerful magic books, and legendary magic items from history, and they require everyone to be silent before they can be opened." ”

"If there's really any powerful magic item in there, why don't we grab it. ”

"That's because no one knows who the thirteen silent people who keep the keys are, not even the Minister of Magic, and if you want to investigate them one by one, you need to fully grasp this Ministry of Magic to be able to do so. "And most of the stuff in there is broken, and all magic has been lost, and there is only one name left, and it is useless to get it." ”

Lukewood chose a door, and Harry was pushed and followed.

This room was much larger than the previous one, and it was also dimly lit.

It is square in shape and has a concave center, forming a huge stone crater, about twenty feet deep.

Stone steps encircled the room, like stone benches, descending one step at a time, each steep, like a lecture hall, or the courtroom where Harry had been interrogated by the Wizengamot, and they stood on the highest step.

But instead of a chair with a chain in the center of the pit, there is a raised stone platform.

There was an arch on top of it, which looked old and tattered, and Harry wondered how it could still stand there without falling.

There was no wall around the arch to support it, a tattered black curtain or curtain hung on it, and although the air was cold and there was not a hint of wind, it swayed gently, as if it had just been touched.

"Not here!"

"What's this door down there?" Harry couldn't help but ask, staring at the gently swaying draperies.

This arch, despite its antiquity, has a unique beauty.

The gently fluttering draperies intrigued him, and he had a strong desire to climb up the stone platform and cross it.