"I'm not playing any tricks......" Harry denied.

"Very good, then we ......"

"Wait a minute, I have one last question. Harry said quickly, and it was clearly visible that a trace of boredom rose on Bellatrix's face.

"What......" Lucius said patiently, his staff making a crunch as it made a gentle touch with the marble floor.

Harry seemed to come to his senses, and Bellatrix turned his head at the same time, and it was hard to say who Lucius was reminding, but no matter what, they had to pay attention to their respective identities.

"I mean, Sirius......"

"You should try to distinguish between what is real and what is unreal. Lucius said coldly, shattering Harry's last bit of worry.

In fact, what should be worried the most now is himself.

"Well," Harry said resignedly, though he had been prepared, but he still had some heart palpitations after receiving Malfoy's confirmation.

What was the use of Occlumency for him? Voldemort was still able to influence him, and he didn't believe it anymore.

This was the worst thing for Harry, Voldemort had mastered his weaknesses completely, but he had no way to resist them.

As the light source approached, a familiar hall appeared in front of Harry's eyes.

This is the Ministry of Magic, with solemn black dissatisfaction, on the front wall, where Fudge's huge poster still hangs, but the only difference is that there are only a few of them in the hall.

They walked past the security booth next to the fountain, where there should have been an Auror before, but now it was empty, even when the Ministry of Magic was off duty, it shouldn't be for the most authoritative place.

There was no doubt that the Aurors here had been dealt with, but there must have been more than one security officer from the Ministry of Magic, where were they now? Did they notice what was happening in the hall? These people came in without a touch?

A few questions haunted Harry's mind, which was almost impossible for the heavily guarded Ministry of Magic.

"What the hell is that?" Harry couldn't help but ask, trying to get the attention of the Ministry of Magic, but it was doomed to be in vain, the Death Eaters had already prepared for it, and Lucius was here, if anyone really came, unless it was someone from the Order of the Phoenix, he would definitely be sent away by Malfoy.

Or, just get killed?

The latter may be more likely.

"What do you mean?" Lucius relaxed a little after entering the Ministry of Magic, everything was still going according to his arrangement, at least for now, although Tavr had thrown Harry here in itself abruptly, but it didn't bother him.

"Crystal ball, that prophecy, what's it?"

"You don't know?"

"Yes!" Harry nodded, in fact, he still didn't quite understand what Voldemort needed him to do.

"Really, didn't Dumbledore ever tell you that the reason you left that scar was hidden in the Department of Mysteries?" Malfoy scoffed.

"My scars...... What's wrong...... What the hell is going on?" Harry asked.

"What's going on?" Malfoy gave Harry a disdainful look, as if disdainful of Harry's ignorance.

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

"Poor ......," I don't know who said it, all the Death Eaters let out a burst of boos, and then laughed maliciously, "it seems that the old madman is still the same, and no one trusts him." ”

Bellatrix said, her laugh was high-pitched, Harry felt a little harsh, but ......

Harry felt like a clown, but no one paid any attention to Harry's embarrassment, and just walked over with Harry.

As they reached the elevator, a Death Eater pressed the nearest "down" button, and the elevator clicked almost immediately, and the golden fence slid through it to both sides with a crisp and pleasant tinkling sound, which was comfortable but somewhat ......

They walked in, and Harry saw a man poke his finger at Nine's button, and the fence slammed shut.

The elevator rattled and seemed to be overwhelmed, which made Harry's mood very irritable, but on the day of his trial by the Wizengamot, Mr. Weasley didn't notice that it was so noisy when he brought him here, probably because he was irritable inside, anyway, Harry's mood became very complicated, especially when he was surrounded by a black robe, fortunately, there was no pungent smell here.

Harry was still expecting someone to come, and the elevator was too loud......

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? Why are you, and what does it have to do with my scars?"

"Looks like Dumbledore never told you. "Malfoy," then, that would explain why you didn't come here right away, in fact, the Dark Lord is also wondering, he obviously gave you enough hints in his dreams, but you haven't been here again and again, originally the Dark Lord was because of your stupidity, but now it seems that the old madman didn't explain everything to you. ”

"Really?" 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 about why the Dark Lord would find a way to kill you when you were a baby, but still hasn't succeeded?"

Harry looked up at Malfoy, Voldemort didn't kill him, for now, it was just a curse, but why?

Why would he be involved with someone like Voldemort.

Van Lin said that it was meant to be, but ...... Why him?

Perhaps in that prophecy, Harry would have been able to get all the answers, why his parents died at the hands of Voldemort, and why......