There was no one there, and in the middle of the shelves, there was no trace, and it was covered with dust, as if no one had been here for a long time.

Harry's heart fell empty, and he rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

"He's lying in the back," said Harry, his mouth a little dry, "you can't see it from here." He tried to explain something.

He led them through the high shelves of the glass balls, some of which glowed softly as they passed.

"He should be around here," Harry whispered, sure he would see Sirius' ragged appearance on the dark ground one more step, "somewhere here, really close." ”

"Harry?" Hermione asked tentatively, she sensed something was wrong with the atmosphere, there seemed to be something, but Harry didn't want to answer, his mouth was very dry right now.

"Right here, somewhere nearby." He said.

They had reached the end of the row, and the candlelight was getting dimmer. No one. There were only echoes and dusty silence.

"He should be there," Harry whispered hoarsely, staring down the next aisle. "Or maybe," he looked down the other aisle in the distance, his expression a little crazy, he was right, he must-

"Harry?" Hermione called him again.

"What?" He snapped.

"I don't think Sirius is here." Hermione's voice was cold. "We may have been fooled."

No one spoke. Harry didn't want to look at any of them. He felt sick. He didn't understand why Sirius wasn't here. This is where he, Harry, sees him.

He ran all the way to the end of the rows of shelves, staring down. Empty aisles flashed one after another. He ran back the other way, still staring down. There was no sign of Sirius being there, and there was no sign of a struggle.

"Harry?" Ron shouted.

"What?"

He didn't want to hear what Ron would say; He didn't want to hear Ron tell him how stupid he was or how they should go back to Hogwarts, but his face was hot, and he felt as if he would rather hide in the darkness for a while, and then face the light above and the reproachful eyes of the others.

"Do you see this?" Ron said.

"What?" Harry said, this time in a hurry--some sign that Sirius had been there, a clue. He strode over to where they stood, platoon 97 a little past, but there was nothing, just Ron staring at a dusty glass ball on the shelf.

"What is it?" Harry replied gloomily.

"That's—there's your name on it," Ron said.

Harry stepped closer. Ron pointed to a small glass ball, dirty but glowing dimly from it, which no one had touched in years.

"With my name?" Harry said blankly.

He kept moving forward. He wasn't as tall as Ron, and he had to crane his neck to read the yellowed label on the shelf directly below the dirty glass ball. A long, elongated font like a spider's leg reads a date from 16 years ago, underneath:

The Dark Lord and Harry Potter.

Harry stared.

"What is this?" Ron asked, his voice erratic, "What are you doing here?" ”

He looked along the shelf for other labels.

"I'm not on it," he said confusedly, "and the rest of us don't have names on it." ”

"Harry, you can't touch it!" Hermione saw him reach out and said hurriedly, she seemed to have just gotten some news.

On the other hand, Ginny also wanted to reach out to stop Harry.

"Why not?" He said, "This thing has something to do with me, doesn't it?" ”

A little reckless, he put his fingers on the surface of the dirty ball. It wasn't as cold as he thought it would be. On the contrary, it feels as if it has been exposed to the sun for a long time, as if it has been warmed by the light coming from inside. Harry expected, even hopeful, something dramatic, something exciting that would make their long and dangerous trip worthwhile, at least so that he wouldn't face Hermione's ridicule, so he picked the ball from the shelf and stared.

But nothing happened, at least it seemed. Ron and Neville approached Harry, staring at the ball as he brushed the dust off it, while Hermione, Ginny, and Luna drew their wands at the same time.

Just then, just behind them, a slow voice said,

"Very good, Potter. Now, okay, turn around slowly and give it to me. ”

It's Lucius.

Around them, black figures appeared, blocking their path. A dozen glowing wands were pointed at their hearts, their eyes twinkling behind their hoods, led by Lucius and another woman with messy hair and a somewhat crazy look. After this, it was Guris, who also silently held his wand.

"Give it to me, Potter." Lucius Malfoy repeated in a feeble voice as he held out his hand.

Harry's heart sank, they were trapped, and there were more than twice as many Death Eaters as there were. The most important thing is that it's a trap, and what Hermione says is true.

His gaze was on Mo Wen, trying to find an answer in his face, if he could help his side, they might have a slight chance of winning.

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

"Where's Sirius?" Harry asked, still holding out a 1/10,000 hope, not that Sirius was still alive, but that he was doing the right thing.

A few Death Eaters laughed; The woman standing in front of her said proudly, "The black lord knows everything about Yiqiē!" ”

"You've got him." Harry said, not caring about the fear escalating in his heart, and he exclaimed frantically, "He's here. I know he's there. ”

"The little boy woke up from his dream and thought that what he had dreamed was real." The woman said in a terrible baby tone

"I know Sirius is here," Harry said, though panic was making him feel like he couldn't breathe properly, "I know you got him!" ”

More Death Eaters were laughing, and the woman was the loudest.

"It's time for you to understand the difference between reality and dreams, Potter." Malfoy said, "Give me a prophecy, or we'll use our wands." ”

Harry's gaze looked at Mo Wen again.

Mo Wen lowered his head and only raised it after a while, he looked at Harry with a cold and terrifying look in his eyes.

"Harry, you idiot!"

He raised his wand.

"Avada suo!"

A blinding green light.