Harry was at the forefront, tiptoeing down the aisles between the shelves, glancing back behind him from time to time, each with small yellow labels attached to them, and the crystal ball glowing with a dim and hazy light, shining the air with dust and emitting a psychedelic beauty/gan.

"Row 84...... Row 85...... "They walked through row after row of shelves, and Harry did his best not to think about what Sirius might be suffering, and he might still be suffering...... Maybe it's dead...... No, Harry gritted his teeth to keep himself from yelling, and quickly shifted his thoughts, unwilling to continue thinking.

"97......" Hermione's voice came faintly from behind, and Harry looked up at the silver numbers on the shelves.

This is it, he thought to himself, his right hand clenching his wand trembling slightly, his heart beating to his throat, and the images that had been controlled and not thinking about it burst out of his mind again, all of which were images of Sirius lying motionless on the cold marble floor.

They turned the corner and entered the aisle of the 97th row of shelves, and it was pitch black in front of them, and they couldn't see anything, as if a thick layer of dead fog had obscured their vision.

"It should be right here." Harry looked around, the anxiety and uneasiness in his eyes about to turn into substance, "Let's look around...... He's right somewhere around here......"

"He's probably ......" Harry's gaze slid down the side aisle, empty, and he turned to the next aisle.

"Harry......" Ginny whispered.

"What?" Harry replied hoarsely, a little impatiently searching blindly with his eyes for everything he could see.

"I want to ...... Sirius may not be here. ”

Harry didn't speak, no one spoke, he felt a burning pain in his cheeks, why wasn't Sirius there? Is everything really a dream? The stupid self deceived everyone into risking being punished by Umbridge to break into the Ministry of Magic at night with him? Even delayed.. Exams –

But why, Sirius was supposed to be here, lying here—

Harry felt the scar on his forehead feel another burning pain, a real, intense pain that had forcibly stripped him from the illusion of self-pity.

"Harry......" He heard Ron calling to himself, but the pain and exhaustion made Harry reluctant to speak, he didn't even know what to say, should he tell Ron that we should go back to Hogwarts the way we came? He'd rather die like that.

Harry...... There's your name here. Ron whispered, and Harry looked back to see his finger pointing at a small dirty glass ball on the shelf, which looked like it hadn't been touched in years.

"Look—here—" Ron gestured as Harry stepped forward, not as tall as Ron, and had to straighten his neck to get closer to the yellowed label, which was intricately marked with a date from about sixteen years ago.

. T to . W.B.D. (Dark Lord and Harry Potter)

The label reads.

Harry stared at it.

"What is this?" Ron asked, "Why is your name on it?" Then he looked at the label on the shelf in confusion and said:

"There's no my name on the shelf, and no one else's, why are yours here?"

"Isn't our purpose to find Sirius?" Hermione tried to remind everyone, "Harry, I guess you shouldn't touch it-"

Hermione shrieked as Harry reached for it.

"It's about me, isn't it?" Harry tilted his head and glanced at Hermione.

"Don't ...... Harry ...... "Neville's round cheeks were oozing with sweat, glowing slightly in the dim fluorescence, and he looked uneasy, dissuading Harry from touching the orb.

"My name is on it." Harry said that he didn't want to worry about it anymore, that he needed something dramatic to end this long and dangerous journey, and that if Sirius wasn't here, he needed something else to fill it in, and he couldn't get nothing.

Whatever, let it go. Thinking so, Harry reached out and grabbed the dirty little glass ball, which he expected to be cold to the touch, but on the contrary, it seemed to be bathed in the sun for hours, and when Harry held it, the glass ball was warm.

Several people stared at Harry intently, but nothing happened, and the dimly lit room emitted an irritating heat.

Then a lazy voice sounded behind them.

"Very well, Potter, now turn around slowly and give it to me."

Suddenly there were many figures, blocking the path of Harry and the others, their eyes glistening through the gaps in their hoods, eleven wands with shiny tips aimed at their hearts, and Ginny held her breath in terror.

Harry's heart sank to the bottom, and they were surrounded, and the other side was nearly three times as large as them.

"Give it to me, Potter." Malfoy Lucius' wand was pointed at Harry, and he repeated what he had said, his left palm reaching out.

"Give it to me." He said it again.

"Where's Sirius?" Harry asked.

Several Death Eaters burst out laughing, as if in a joyous celebration, and a crazy female voice triumphantly said, "The Dark Lord always expects things like a god!" Do you want to know where Sirius is, little Boar? Nightmares have been too much and you were scared awake, right? Do you think everything in your dreams is real? Hahahaha-"

Harry was silent, he thought that the facts were quite clear, he had fallen for the scheme, Hermione was right, maybe it was all the Dark Lord's calculations, tricking himself here, and then letting the Death Eaters ambush them, his brain occlusion may not have worked as well as it should, and now they are trapped here, with the glass balls that the Death Eaters wanted.

Harry was certain that if he handed over the Prophecy Orb, the next moment they would all be killed by the Death Eaters.

"You want this?" Harry weighed the dirty little glass orb in his hand and asked, "What is this?" ”

"Look, look, what a curiosity!" The shrill female voice cried out incessantly, "You don't need to know that much, little bastard, now—hand it over!" ”

"Patience, Bellatrix!" Lucius's reprimanding voice rang out, "We should be as gentle as we can with Potter - you say yes, Potter." ”

"What qualifications do you have, Lucius!"

"Enough, you've messed up a lot of things, do you want to upset your master again!"

The woman's voice suddenly became low, and she seemed to tremble all over, as if she remembered the memories of extreme pain and terrible.

"It's a prophecy ball, Potter," Malfoy Lucius moved closer, and the other Death Eaters moved forward, Harry's heart pounding.

"Give it to Potter so I'll let you and your friends go—what's the matter, I promise you, the talk counts."

Harry's eyes widened as he looked at Lucius's face hidden under the hood.

"Really?" He asked, seemingly moved, as Ron tugged at Harry's sleeve, but he gently patted it open.

"Can't give it to them—" Neville suddenly shouted, "whatever...... What is that...... Can't give them Harry......"

"Shut up, Chubby Dun'er!" A flash of red light shot towards Neville, and the woman who was trembling a moment ago suddenly stood up.

"No—" Another spell struck the red light, deflecting it and exploding on another row of shelves, seven or eight crystal balls instantly turning into mist, and gloomy figures seemed to run out of the balls, and they walked back and forth, talking, and disappeared in a few moments.

"I told you - don't!" Lucius yelled at the woman, "In case you break the prophecy ball—"

"Don't worry, that won't be, Lucius - I'm just making out with the little guy in the Longbottom family."

The woman stepped forward, approached Harry, and pulled down her hood, a familiar face that Harry had seen in the Daily Prophet of Bellatrix Lestrange, her cheeks still sunken, emaciated and scrawny, but full of excitement and fanaticism.

"Now, do I need to persuade you more? Maybe we should start with your friends. ”

She pointed her finger at Neville, whose glasses were flushed, and apparently saw Lestrange's face clearly, and Harry felt Neville's right hand holding his wand tremble uncontrollably.

He figured to himself, the Death Eaters wanted the orb, but he didn't want to—

"Don't—" Harry blurted out, the Death Eaters laughing, and Lestrange became even more excited, as she sarcastically said to the provocateur, "I thought our little darling could have been braver?" ”

"Then give it to me." Lucius said coldly.

"Okay, okay—" Harry nodded in obedience and slowly raised his hand.

"No—" Neville was about to speak when a Death Eater stepped forward and kicked him hard in the lower abdomen.

"Then I'll give it to you—"

Harry jerked his arm up, and for a moment he saw Bellatrix Lestrange's frightened and angry face, as if it was about to twist into a dry tree, and then with all the strength of his right arm, he threw the prophecy ball into the darkness far away—

"Damn it—Potter!"

"The prophecy ball flies—"

The sound of cursing and several incantations rang out almost simultaneously, just then Harry shouted, "Do it!" ”

Four different voices shouted behind him: "Broken bones! ”

The four spells flew in four different directions and exploded on the shelves full of prophecy balls, and the towering shelves immediately crumbled, hundreds of prophecy balls shattered like cracked aquariums, and at the same time shattered to the ground, and the white phantoms of fantasy broke away from the orbs one by one, and their voices echoed in the broken glass and wood chips that had never been seen before falling on the floor like a rainstorm.

"Run!" Harry shouted, and more shelves began to tip under the domino-like effect, the glass balls shattered in rows, sending up a cloud of snowflake smoke, and Harry only had time to pull Ginny up and drag it forward, large pieces of broken shelves and tiny pieces of glass rumbling down on them.

"Be careful!" A hissing cry reached Harry's ears, and he subconsciously flashed to let one of the Death Eaters who had come out of the dust fog elbow him in the face, and Harry came to the other end of the 97th row with the sound of the other man falling to the ground in pain, the sound of the shelf collapsing, and the violent roar.

He didn't have time to say thank you to Poole in his pocket, and when he saw a smooth road ahead, he started running at full speed, and he could hear Hermione and Neville shouting behind him, and right in front of him, a hidden door, he lunged out of the door, waiting for the others to quickly cross the threshold before slamming the door shut.

"Hermione, they're not here yet!"

Harry turned around and saw that it was only himself and Ginny standing.

"They—where did they go?" Harry asked breathlessly, he was out of breath.

"No—I don't know, maybe it's gone—" Ginny looked alarmed, her palms spread, and the prophecy ball lay right on her palm.

"What should we do?" She asked.

"Why are you here?" Harry was shocked.

"Flying Curse, the Death Eaters were stunned, I secretly picked them up."

Harry nodded, and quickly took the prophecy orb,

"We can't wait here for them to come for us, we're going somewhere else, find Ron and them-"

There was a flurry of footsteps and shouts from behind the door, and Harry heard Malfoy Lucius yelling: "Leave Notte alone - leave him alone, where is the Prophecy Ball, damn it - Gotta get it back, that's all that matters to the Dark Lord, Gargerson is back here, we're going to organize—work in pairs, split up and search—Remember that the Prophecy Orb comes first—if you need to kill anyone but Potter—Bellatrix, Rudolph, you go to the left— Crabbe, Labstein to the right - Gargson, Dolohov to the front door - Avery is looking for here - Lukewood to go there, Murseber to follow me! ”

Harry heard footsteps and hurriedly picked up Ginny, "Hurry up—" he whispered.

The two of them passed as lightly as they could, the room where the birds were hatching in a glass bell, and the door at the other end of the room was a door that led to the rotunda, but then he heard the door behind him be violently slammed open, and two heavy steps hurried in.

Harry dodged and pulled Ginny under a table full of clocks, and from the floor he could see the hems of the two Death Eaters' robes getting closer and closer, their steps moving quickly.

"There's no one here." A voice said, "They may have run to the hall." ”

"Check under the table." Another voice said.

Harry felt his palms sweating, he clenched his wand and gestured to Ginny, aiming for the gap under the table, watching a Death Eater's knee bend slowly, and as he was about to fall to his knees, Harry suddenly shouted, "Faint!" ”

A red light struck the nearest Death Eater, who fell backwards on a floor-to-ceiling clock, while another shot out of Ginny's wand, but she missed, and the other Death Eater jumped to dodge the spell.

"Arvada—" He aimed his wand at Harry, who had just cast a spell.

"Brush!"

As if the wind was blowing, the Death Eater's fingers were neatly cut off from the roots, blood staining the floor red, and Ginny's eyes widened in disbelief.

Then a voice familiar and annoying Harry rang out.

"Shadowless," the figure said stiffly.