Harry, whose brain had cleared up because of the pain in his face, finally remembered the dream in which Sirius was imprisoned, bound, and tortured, while he was foolishly obsessed with the curtain......

When Ron let go of his hand, Harry took a few steps back, rubbed his cheek with shame, and glanced in the opposite direction of the door, "Thank you...... I'm fine, go ahead. ”

Ron nodded to the others, gesturing to keep up with Harry, and the wall began to spin again, then to rest again. Harry casually walked over to a door and pushed it open.

"This is it!" Harry exclaimed, excitedly.

"We need to hurry. Ron frowned unconsciously, it was so noisy, there was a constant and busy ticking sound all around, like thousands of tiny feet walking. As far as the eye could see, all kinds of clocks, hung in the gaps between the bookshelves, or on tables as long as a room, glittered on their faces, and the most eye-catching, dancing diamond-like sparkle, was a tall bell-shaped crystal hood at the end of the room.

Ginny and the others quickly followed Harry and Ron through the narrow gap between the tables, past the bell crystal canopy, and to the only door in the back.

The room behind the door is very different from the room just now, and it is very quiet. The church-tall room was filled with tall shelves with tiny, dusty glass balls, each with a small yellowed label inserted under it. The candles on either side of the wall emitted a faint blue glow, and in the dimly lit passageway, Harry and Ron led the others through the two rows of towering glass balls, occasionally with a few of them glowing softly as they passed......

"Ninety-seven platoons have arrived. Ron stopped, his eyes looking at Harry.

Harry looked a little uncomfortable, he had expected Sirius's ragged figure to appear on the pitch-black floor as he got closer, "I don't understand...... This is the place in my dreams, but Sirius is not here, he may ......"

"Harry. Ron's call caught Harry's attention, and Harry swept his eyes up with Ron's gaze before Ron continued to whisper, "Take that one to me, don't touch anything else." Ron motioned for Harry to take down a dusty glass orb that had been placed there.

Harry didn't understand why he didn't do it himself, but he obediently stepped forward, and the small glass ball in front of him, although it was covered with dust, had a faint light shining from it, and on the shelf below it was a yellowed label, which marked the date sixteen years ago, and Harry's name underneath the date. Harry gripped the dusty but unusually warm glass ball with his fingers. He took the glass ball off the shelf and handed it over.

Ron gently dusted it off, picked up the prophecy ball, and looked at it for a while, then he suddenly motioned for the crowd to come closer to him, blocking out the others.

The silence of the room was broken by the unbridled laughter of the woman, and then she said in a disgusting baby-like voice, "That red-haired boy is the poor Weasleys, give it to me." Good baby, little ......"

As the woman appeared, a number of dark shadows appeared nearby, blocking the path between them, their eyes gleaming through the gaps in their hoods, and more than twenty wands with shiny tips aimed at Harry and the others.

"Bai has been following you for so long, hurry up and give it to her. The witch, who wore the same brass-colored mask painted with a golden vine mask, smirked and urged, and an orange-yellow flame erupted from the wand in his hand, and the flame rose into the air and burned for a moment before extinguishing. "Next time, I'll aim at that cute little girl's face. ”

"If you set it on fire, I'll smash it. Ron snorted coldly and raised the glass ball in his hand.

"Hold it steady, boy, if it breaks, I'm going to smash your bones one by one. A wizard wearing a mask with a silver stripe on a black background slowly threatened Ron, and after nodding vaguely, he approached the wizard who set the fire and whispered in his ear, "If it is smashed, I'm afraid the master won't let us go." ”

"Where is Sirius!" Harry yelled at them.

"Where is Sirius!" the woman in the brass mask repeated Harry's roar deliberately exaggeratedly, then laughed hysterically as if she had amused herself.

"Follow me. Ron held up the glass ball and motioned for the others to follow him.

Then I heard the female Death Eater scream: "Prophecy Ball Fly—"

Ron seemed to be prepared, and directly hit the woman with a spell to interrupt her casting, and then Ron turned the tip of his wand, and the woman's crazy eyes glared out of the slit of the mask, and shouted, "What are you going to do?"

Ron slowly pressed his wand against the glass ball, and the sound of piercing glass being slashed sounded, Ron snorted coldly, "Let your people get out of the way, or it won't be able to bear it again." ”

"Be careful, don't provoke him, in case it shatters—" The wizard in the silver-veined mask on a black background yelled at the witch.

Ron pressed his wand against the glass ball, and the Death Eaters blocking the passage screamed and were forced to get out of the way, Harry and the others raised their wands around him, and they retreated vigilantly out of the hall, the dark and oppressive figures of the Death Eaters approaching them, chasing after them but not daring to approach because of the glass ball in Ron's hand.

Exiting the hall, their ears filled their ears with the ticking of clocks, and Harry became more irritable and anxious at the sound of them. As they passed through the narrow gap between the tables, the witch seemed to be impatient and raised her wand, and the black-on-silver masked wizard beside him held her down, "Don't attack, we need the prophecy ball, let's talk about it in the open." ”

"I want to take the mask off, it's making me uncomfortable, Lestrange doesn't need to hide his identity, you're still as timid as you were in the game against those Bludgers, Lou ......" The Golden Vine Mask Wizard took off his mask, he was Rudolphus Lestrange the Death Eater.

"Don't call me by name! You're wanted, I don't! The master needs someone to help him in the open!" Lucius, wearing a black silver mask, was a little mad at his companion's behavior.

"It's called the Prophecy Sphere, why are you so desperate to get it?, where is Sirius?" Harry realized that he had probably been deceived by Voldemort using his dreams, as McGonagall had claimed.

Ron shook his head at Harry, "I think a lot of people have tried to tell you that you should tell the difference between dreams and reality, Harry. As for the Prophecy Ball, haven't you ever wondered why the Dark Lord wants to kill you in your infancy?"

"Someone made a prophecy about me and Voldemort?" Harry's gaze couldn't help but look at the prophecy orb in Ron's hand, "but why did you bring me here?"

"For only those involved in prophecy can take the prophecy ball from the Department of Mysteries. Alright, now hurry up and give it to me. Masked, Lucius walked out of the Time Hall and pointed his wand at them, but his slow pace clearly hindered the other Death Eaters from getting out, and many others were stuck in the Time Hall.

"Take it if you want. Ron defiantly shouted at them, and retreated to the death hall with the curtains, and the Death Eaters who had already entered the hall looked at the death chamber with a little hesitation, but they still blocked the entrance and exit in an instant, and Lestrange and Lucius took the lead in leading a few people to rush in.

Then the sound of cursing from outside the door caught their attention, and through the open door, six Aurors in H94 uniforms raised their wands and the Death Eaters who had fallen behind were in a stalemate.

"It's the guards on duty, it doesn't matter, there are more than ten people in charge of patrolling every night. The reaction speed is a little better than before I was imprisoned, but it's still a waste, so slow to find out about us, a few people went over to help, we hurried up, and when we finished solving this group of children, we set them on fire together. Rudolphus turned his head to look at it, and then turned his attention back to Ron's group, who was still holding the prophecy ball.