The place where Harry saw Sirius in his dream was in the ninety-seventh row, and now they were in the fifty-third row.

Heading towards the passage to the right, some nervous sweat breaking out in his palms, Harry lowered his voice and said, "Get your wands ready." ”

His friends had already held their wands in their hands, and now that they heard this, they were all ready to fight.

Raising their wands, they looked back from time to time for fear of someone coming from behind.

Rows 84 and 85......

Under the glass balls on the shelves are small yellowed labels, some of which shimmer like a strange liquid, and some of which are dull and dull.

Harry was cautious, listening intently for every slight movement.

But he couldn't hear anything, could it be that Sirius was tortured to the point of speechlessness?

Or ......

Sirius is dead.

Harry's mind was a mess, and he busied himself to reassure himself that he wouldn't.

As he thought, Hermione's voice rang out.

"Ninety-seven." Hermione whispered to Harry.

They gathered at the end of the row of shelves, looking down the aisle next to them, and no one was there.

Harry's mouth was dry, and he said, "He's at the end of here, and you can't see it clearly from here." ”

He didn't dare to think that he was mistaken, was it just a dream, as Hermione said?

For a dream, they break into the Ministry of Magic.

If discovered......

Trying to prove himself right, he led the way through the shelves where the glass balls were placed.

"He should be around here." He said, seemingly appearing on the floor with every step he took, "Right here, really close." ”

"Harry?" Hermione called out hesitantly, but Harry didn't want to answer.

He couldn't accept that he had really been deceived, and he said, "It's here, somewhere." ”

They walked from one end to the other, and then into the dim candlelight.

There was no one, only a dusty, echoing silence.

"He may ......" Harry was unwilling to accept the reality and wanted to keep looking.

"Harry." Hermione saw Harry like this and said, "I don't think Sirius is here. ”

Harry stopped, he didn't dare look at the other people's expressions because he was very uncomfortable.

He had a big fight with Hermione before because of a dream.

Now tell him that his dream was wrong.

There was nothing in the first place, it was he who caused them to be caught by Umbridge and come to the Ministry of Magic again.

He didn't dare to face it.

"Harry?" This time it was Ron calling him.

"What's wrong?"

Harry didn't want to pay attention to Ron, and didn't want to know what stupid things Ron had done, or suggest going back the way he came.

He seemed to want to stay here and hide forever.

But Ron didn't do anything stupid, let alone propose to go back, but said, "Did you see this?" ”

He reached out and pointed to a glass ball on a shelf, and Harry thought it was some clue mark Sirius had left here, and he walked over with cheerful steps.

It was a glass ball, not a clue.

Harry was disappointed, and didn't understand why he was watching.

Ron pointed to the small label on the glass ball and said, "Your name on it." ”

Harry leaned in to look, and he had to crane his neck because he was shorter than Ron.

It was a date sixteen years ago that read: "The Dark Lord and Harry Potter." ”

Harry stared blankly, why did he have his own name?

"What is this?" Ron likewise asked, "Why is your name on it?" ”

Then Ron glanced at the others, none of his names, none of them.

"Don't touch it!" Hermione saw Harry reaching out to touch it, and she said sternly, "Harry, I don't think you should touch it. ”

Harry wondered, "Why, this thing has something to do with me, doesn't it?" ”

"Don't touch, Harry." Ginny didn't think it was a good idea.

"It's my name on it." Harry was still stubborn.

His hand touched the glass ball and held it, expecting it to be icy and cold, but it was as warm as if he had been basking in the sun for hours.

Harry wanted something dramatic, something thrilling.

This will make their long trip worthwhile.

With this in mind, he took down the glass ball.

The others gathered, and though they didn't want Harry to take the risk, they didn't want to take the risk.

None of them noticed that someone appeared behind them.

A long, protracted voice spoke.

"Very well, Potter, you are a Gryffindor, as you suspected."

There was sarcasm and mockery in his voice, "Now turn around, turn around slowly, and give it to me." ”

At this time, Harry and the others noticed that there were many black pressed figures around them.

They blocked the way to the left and right, masked and hooded figures, and a dozen wands aimed at their hearts.

And the one who spoke, Harry recognized.

Not only him, but everyone recognized him except Luna.

Lucius Malfoy.

The handsome middle-aged man with long white blonde hair said in a long, dragging voice, "Give it to me, Potter." ”

He held out his hand with some pleasant contempt on his face, "Give it to me." ”

Harry gripped the orb and asked, "Where's Sirius?" ”

Several of the Death Eaters burst out laughing, and a raspy female voice said with some madness, "The Dark Lord is a genius! ”

The Death Eaters' ridicule was harsh, but Harry seemed to be still clinging to his dreams.

"I want to know where Sirius is!"

"I want to know where Sirius is!" The crazy woman listened to Harry's words, and then burst out laughing.

Lucius didn't laugh, he was a middle-aged gentleman, and of course, he was rightly sneering.

"You've got him," Harry said loudly, "right here, I know. ”

"The baby woke up frightened and thought the dream was real." The mad woman slowly walked over to Lucius.

A fair-skinned and miserable face was revealed, but under the neck of that face was a body with hideous burns and many nails.

"Tiny ...... Darling...... Baby, Potter. ”

Bellatrix Lestrange.

Her appearance made Ron move, and they had all seen this person in the newspaper.

Lucius looked at Harry as if he saw a guy who didn't grow like garbage, and said lightly, "You really should learn how to tell the difference between dreams and reality, Potter, what you see is only what the Dark Lord tells you to see." ”

"Don't do anything," Harry said to Ron in a low voice, "not yet." ”

"Do you hear that? He gave orders to the other children, as if he was going to fight us! ”

Bellatrix let out an exaggerated maniacal laugh again, and she put her hand on Lucius's body, laughing a little unsteadily.

Lucius stretched out his hand and said impatiently, "Give me the prophecy orb, and we'll use our wands before we do." ”

Harry's heart was a mess, and he kept avoiding it, and it was his willfulness that made everyone run for nothing.

But now, he is not only making people run for nothing, but also putting people in danger.

"Then please." Harry said, raising his wand to his chest.

Not only him, but Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Luna all made the same choice.

They are wary of possible sudden attacks around them.

"Arrogance," Lucius said coldly, "who do you think you can handle?" Give me the prophecy ball, and no one will be hurt. ”

As soon as Lucius finished speaking, he heard Bellatrix suddenly make a move, "The prophecy ball is flying!" ”

Harry's tense heart immediately struck, "Armor to protect yourself!" ”

The prophecy ball almost came out of his hand and was caught by him again.

Lucius, however, was so made by Bellatrix's movements that his heart almost jumped out, and he roared, "I told you, don't break it!" ”

Harry got to the point, his mind racing.

Bellatrix is impatient, and she has become even more insane since she was blown up and healed by Voldemort using dark magic.

"Grab the youngest and let him watch us torture that little girl, I'll do it!"

The Death Eaters heard the order and took a step forward.

Harry and the others immediately surrounded Ginny, holding up the prophecy orb and shouting, "If you want to attack any of us, you have to break this first." ”

However, such a threat is like a fart for Bellatrix, who has become a madman.

"The prophecy ball is flying!"

"Armor protection!"

Harry guarded the Prophecy Ball again, and he said loudly and quickly, "This prophecy, why did Voldemort want it?" ”

As soon as the name came out, the Death Eaters stopped, and they stared at Harry.

"How dare you speak to slander him with your bastard's tongue!"

"Fainted"

Bellatrix screamed, raising her wand and shooting a red light.

...

Some people died, but not completely......