"Stumped, he told you he's a purebred?"

Harry said unceremoniously that anyone who had anything to do with Voldemort knew this.

Tom Riddle?

The name Voldemort comes from his Muggle father, the poor Slytherin woman, who was born with a love potion.

Fortunately, otherwise, it is not certain that Voldemort does not exist.

However, it is such a past resume that has become taboo for Death Eaters now.

"Van Lin is right, you are just a bunch of poor creatures who dare not face it. Harry said disdainfully, not knowing where the confidence came from, Harry gradually straightened his back.

"Give it to me...... Shut up!" Bella was like an angry beast, her fluffy curls like a viper rising up, revealing a withered face.

"Grucio!"

Harry almost reflexively wanted to dodge, but the angry Bella was obviously not Harry's match, especially in the case of a sudden attack, Harry almost didn't have time to react, and a flash of red disappeared into Harry's body.

Bella was clearly better at this than Tavor's Mind Curse, and because of her anger, even the Heart Curse knocked Harry to the ground.

It was like being in the middle of a fire, and Harry felt every cell in his body burning, but the pain felt ......

"Alright Bellatrix!" Malfoy's hand gripped Bellatrix's wrist for a split second.

The next second, the pain faded from Harry's body, as if he had just been fished out of the water, and Harry gasped for air. It's like a drowning person getting a chance to see the light of day again.

"That's what you do......" Harry gasped, "denying the facts, you don't even dare admit Voldemort's past, what, this ...... It is contrary to your purpose, relying on a ...... that you should look down on."

"Drill the heart and cut the bone ......"

"No, stop, Bellatrix!" Malfoy pressed Bellatrix's hand, "Bellatrix, I've been, 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 repeatedly, it won't do you any good......"

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

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

"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. But when he looked back, Harry felt it made sense.

In his dream, one saw a shelf with crystal balls.

It can be said that there are more prophecies than imagined, and even the records of the Ministry of Magic cannot fully identify every prophecy, and all of them are sealed away.

"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. Lucius said unceremoniously, trying to reject Harry's question.

"I'm not playing tricks, I mean......" Harry's brain raced, "I mean, there's a lot of prophecy balls, how do I know which one I'm looking for." ”

"You'll know when you get there, Potter. Lukewood said as if he were a friend, but it was hard to make Harry feel even the slightest sense of intimacy.

"Wait a minute...... Harry said suddenly, and everyone stopped to look at him.

"What do you want to do, Potter. "I warned you, don't play tricks, or, you think, these people around you...... It's all decoration, Potter......"

Bellatrix raised an eyebrow, a dangerous, maniacal smile on her thin face.

"Filthy little bastard, are you going to run away?"

"It's none of your business, Bellatrix, if you still want me to live to help Voldemort get something. Harry spoke.

"You filthy ......"

"Bellatrix, step back. Lucius forced a smile.

"But ......"

"For the sake of the Dark Lord, that little imp is right, we can't touch him, whether it's the Dark Lord or Taver, if something happens to Potter, that woman will definitely not let go of the opportunity to hit us. Lucius said quickly with a frown, looking up from time to time at Harry who was surrounded in the center.

"Okay......" Bellatrix said unwillingly, she just looked at Harry a little frantically, and the threat in her eyes was self-evident.

"Alright, Potter, I advise you, don't provoke Bellatrix, or ......"

"I'm not provoking. Harry said seriously, "I'm just stating some facts, and I really don't know what the crystal ball you need looks like, no one wants to die for no reason......

"Then you should be smarter, Potter, don't waste half a day on these meaningless things, don't play tricks on me, this is the last time I warn you!" Lucius looked at Harry dangerously, very upset at someone's lack of awareness of the captive.

"I remember, you said...... Harry recalled, "two things, but the crystal ball was only one of them, and the other you didn't tell me, I couldn't think of what it was, how to get it." ”

"Oh...... It's none of your business. Lucius said coldly, "All you need to do is take out that crystal ball and give it to me, then kneel in front of the Dark Lord and ask for his forgiveness." ”

"But you didn't tell me to fetch ......," Harry pretended not to understand, "what if...... I mean, if ......"

"Be smart, boy, no one will come to your rescue, no matter how much you delay, Dumbledore isn't here!" said a tall Death Eater, a voice somewhat familiar to Harry on the night of Voldemort's resurrection.

It was Goyle's father, a bunch of Slytherin guys.

"If there's nothing wrong, I think we can leave, Potter, don't try to do anything, even if it'......" Malfoy glanced at the wand that Harry clenched tightly in his hand.