"Who are we?" Lestrange let out another shrill laugh as she took a step forward and ripped off her hood, "Potter baby, he hasn't figured out his current situation yet, does he need me to help you?"

She wasn't what Harry had seen in the meditation basin, Azkaban had sunken Bellatrix Lestrange's cheeks, haggard and skinny, but with excitement, a frenzied look, her wand raised in the air, her chest heaving violently. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Bellatrix!" Malfoy warned, "the Dark Lord has commanded that Potter is his prey. ”

"I know!" she licked her thin lips with the tip of her tongue, "I'll get my hands on it." ”

"We don't have time to torture him here, Dumbledore's men could come over at any moment......"

"What are you going to do?" Harry asked, forcing himself to suppress the panic that had risen in his heart.

"We need your help to get something down there. Malfoy said coldly, waving his wand and loosening the rope that was tied to Harry, "Don't play tricks, Potter, or you'll regret it." ”

"What do you need me to fetch you?" Harry stood up, rubbing his wrists, feeling his legs tremble.

It seems that out of disdain, the other party did not take his wand, and he still had a chance.

"You're kidding, Harry Potter. Bellatrix said.

"No, I'm not kidding," Harry's gaze swept over the Death Eaters, searching for a weak link, a void from which they could escape, "you want me to go down and get something, but I don't know what it is. If you want me to cooperate, tell me what is kept in the Department of Mysteries, what is Voldemort going to do?"

As soon as he finished speaking, several Death Eaters let out low, disgruntled boos.

"You dare to call him by his name?" Bellatrix whispered.

"Of course!" said Harry, "he scares you, but I have no problem saying the name, ......"

"Shut up!" Bellatrix screamed, "how dare you utter his name from your lowly mouth, how dare you defile it with your bastard's tongue, how dare you ......"

"Did you know he's a mongrel, too?" said Harry, feeling his boldness to the extreme, "Voldemort, sure, his mother was a wizard, but his father was a Muggle, did he keep telling you he's a purebred?"

"Shut up, dig your heart and cut your bones!"

Harry subconsciously dodged to the side, but the training worked, and he dodged Bellatrix's spell.

Just as he was about to pull out his wand and fight back, Malfoy's wand came to rest firmly in front of his eyes.

"Bellatrix, I said, we don't have time, and he's the Dark Lord's prey. He whispered, looking at Harry from under his hood, "And you, Potter, don't challenge our bottom line again......"

"But how dare he, ......how dare he," Bellatrix squealed incoherently, "filthy bastard!"

"We'll wait until we get the prophecy ball!" Malfoy said.

"Prophecy Ball?!" Harry keenly caught the word, "You want me to go down and get a Prophecy Ball?"

This answer was somewhat surprising to him, and until then, he had always thought it would be a weapon.

"It is kept inside the Department of Mysteries. Malfoy replied, pointing his wand at Harry, "Get up and go forward!"

"What kind of prophecy is that?" Harry asked, trying to make his voice sound calmer.

"Don't play tricks on us, Potter. Malfoy said.

"I'm not playing tricks. Harry replied, stalling for time to escape.

They walked past the security checkpoint next to the fountain, which was empty, and the Death Eaters must have dealt with the security guards.

But there must be more than one security officer at the Ministry of Magic, where are they now? Have you noticed what's going on in the halls?

"Did Dumbledore never tell you that the reason you left that scar was hidden in the Department of Mysteries?" Malfoy said with a sneer.

"What's wrong with my scars?" asked Harry.

"What's wrong?" Malfoy said with a malicious smile, not answering Harry's question.

Several Death Eaters burst out laughing again, seemingly pleased with the current situation.

As they reached the elevator, a Death Eater pressed the nearest "down" button, and the elevator clicked in front of them almost immediately, and the golden fence slid through it to both sides with a deafening, reverberating clang.

They walked in, and Harry saw Bellatrix poke the nine button and the fence slammed shut.

The rattling of the elevator was a harsh rattle, and Harry hadn't noticed it when he had been here with Mr. Weasley that day, and he was sure it would catch the attention of every security guard in the building.

But nothing happened, and Harry's heart sank along with the elevator.

"What the hell is going on?" his mind was still on the topic, "what is that prophecy, and why do you say it has something to do with my scars?"

"Looks like Dumbledore never told you. "Well, that would explain why you didn't come here sooner, Potter, the Dark Lord wondered why you didn't come when he told you in his dream where it was hiding, and he thought that instinctive curiosity would make you eager to hear the accurate information inside the prophecy orb." ”

"Really?" said Harry, "so he wanted me to get the prophecy orb, but why?"

"Why?" Malfoy said happily again, "because only the person mentioned in the prophecy, Potter, has the right to get it from the Department of Mysteries, which the Dark Lord discovered when he used someone else to steal the prophecy orb for him." ”

"I mean, why would he want to steal a prophecy about me?"

"It's about the two of you, Potter, it's about the two of you. "Didn't you ever think that the Dark Lord would find a way to kill you when you were a baby?"

Through the eyehole in Malfoy's hood, Harry looked up at his looming grey eyes.

He couldn't help but wonder, was that prophecy the real reason for his parents' deaths?

Also, is that why he has his own lightning-shaped scar?

The elevator slowly stopped, and the indifferent woman's voice said, "Department of Mysteries." ”

"Alright, we're here!"

The fence opened, and they came out into the hallway.

The light of the torches flickered in the air whistling from the elevator, and Harry saw five more Death Eaters.

Also, the plain black door in front of you.

For months, he had only seen it in his dreams, and now he was finally here.