"Give it to me. Malfoy said it again.

"How did you know I was coming? Harry habitually stalled, hoping that Lockhart and Lupin would come up with something good.

Several Death Eaters laughed, and among the few dark figures to Harry's left, a slightly trembling male voice said triumphantly, "The Dark Lord always expects things like a god!"

Bellatrix is dead, she is very strong, but there are not a thousand or eight hundred wizards in the world who are about the same level as her, and Voldemort is not a strong follower of her at all, but Lockhart did not expect to see Barty Crouch Jr. here.

"The Dark Lord said that Gilderoy Lockhart taught you Occlumency," Barty Jr. said, pointing at Harry, then licking the corners of his mouth and saying something that made Lockhart a little frightened, "He's a good and formidable opponent, but apparently you've let him down, Potter." Tsk tsk. ”

"Hand over the Prophecy Orb," Malfoy said, taking a step closer, "or we'll be using a wand." ”

"Okay, then use it. Harry glanced at Lockhart and raised his wand to his chest, while Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and the five wands of the two Defense professors were raised at either side of him.

"They want to resist!" Barty Jr. said laughing.

"Hand over the prophecy ball, no one will get hurt. Malfoy said coldly.

This time it was Lockhart's turn to laugh: "No, someone will get hurt." ”

Little Barty was just about to say that the voice was a little familiar, and the battle was on the verge of breaking out: "Armor and body, faint!" "To deal with so many people, the magic power is simply not enough to use the death curse, and the casting speed is too slow, Lockhart chose the spell with the fastest casting speed. Lucius was weaker than he thought, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he was knocked out in one fell swoop.

One of the Death Eaters tried to snatch the Prophecy Ball with the Flying Charm, but Harry managed to catch it. "Don't do that!" Barty Jr. yelled, "I'm going to break it!"

The other Death Eaters also began to attack the children behind Neville, but Lupin's disguised Seamus shielded them from the back, and Seamus's age-appropriate strength surprised the other Death Eaters.

- But Barty Crouch Jr.'s prowess also surprised Lockhart and Harry. However, this is not too surprising, as Barty Jr. and Lockhart met for the first time at the Quidditch World Cup. At that time, little Barty had just escaped from his father, Barty Sr.'s Imperius curse, using Harry's wand, which was not easy at all, and he couldn't play a third of his strength. And the second time he fought with Lockhart, it was at the end of the Triwizard Tournament, Barty Jr. was bent on luring Lockhart and the others away, and he also wanted to be distracted to control the real Filch, and basically did not resist.

In prepared battles, Barty Jr. is almost a top wizard of the same level as Moody, and he fights Lockhart and Harry alone, Lockhart can barely cope, and Harry is a wolf.

- Harry had always thought he was good enough to be able to deal with Voldemort, but now he found that he couldn't beat even one of Voldemort's men.

"Go, get out of here, go into the hall!" Lockhart shouted, dodging a spell and turning back with a death curse, forcing little Barty to dodge and cover Harry as he headed for the door.

Several Death Eaters realized that they couldn't catch Ron and the others, let out a roar of displeasure, and turned around and began to attack Harry.

Maybe it's because of his good blood, maybe it's Lockhart's teachings, or maybe it's Voldemort's soul that gave Harry a fortune - Harry was already a powerful wizard, and even when he was besieged, he was able to protect himself and retreat out the door.

"If you can't keep it, destroy it!" shouted Lockhart.

A red light grazed past Lockhart, but Lockhart's talisman spell deflected it and hit a nearby shelf, shattering some of the glass balls on it.

Two ghostly pearly white figures fluttering like smoke stretched out from the shards of glass that fell on the floor and spoke their prophecies. Their voices came and went, and in the midst of the battle, only a few words could be heard.

"Stop them!" Barty yelled frantically, "Don't attack Potter, we need the prophecy ball!"

Lockhart struck Barty Jr. at the feet of the boys, startling him and infuriating him.

"Die, little one!" said Barty Jr., in a frenzied pursuit of Lockhart. But it was clear that if he didn't confront him head-on and just run for his life, Lockhart was under no pressure. "Help me stop that little fat man!"

"The time of Muggles has come......," the figure of the young woman uttered an intriguing prophecy before the figure dissolved into a thin layer of gas and vanished without a trace, leaving only shards of glass on the floor.

"Stop chasing us, or I'll smash the prophecy ball!" Harry said loudly, panting, stalling for time.

"Don't play tricks, Harry Potter, throw the Prophecy Ball over and we'll not chase it!" shouted another stout Death Eater.

"Okay, you take it!" Harry pretended to throw the prophecy ball over, "Broken bones!"

Harry's spell hits a shelf, and the shelf is crumbling, a great idea that inspires Lockhart. Lockhart turned around and threw a powerful cutting spell that hit the prophecy ball rack behind him, severing its bracket.

The entire shelf fell into the aisle behind Lockhart, hundreds of glass balls shattered, and pearly white figures floated in the air, their voices echoing in the rain of broken glass and wood chips that they had never seen before.

Barty Jr.'s path was blocked, and he let out an enraged beast-like roar, but the roar did no harm to Lockhart, and he had no choice but to turn in another direction and make a detour to chase after him.

"Neville, run!" Harry screamed, and the fallen shelves brought down more shelves, and a huge ball of glass began to fall from them, and Lockhart covered his head with one arm, gave himself a light charm with his wand, and ran frantically towards the crowd in front of him. Large broken shelves and tiny shards of glass rumbled down on him.

"Professor!" Ginny shouted excitedly as Lockhart chased after him.

"Call me Neville!" Lockhart didn't want to be recognized here, if Voldemort found out that Lockhart was doing bad things for him again, he would be in danger.

A Death Eater lunged forward through the mist, and Ginny decisively struck the man away with crushed bones. The cries of pain, the roar of the shelves collapsing and bursting, the staccato voices of the prophets released from the glass spheres rang out strangely.

"Not bad, Ginny!" Lockhart said approvingly, then grabbed Hermione's arm, "Get out of here, door." ”

The road ahead was unobstructed, and six men rushed by, all vigilantly holding their wands. Another Death Eater came out of the side, and Lockhart admired their physique, and then used a spell to make him hide behind the shelf.

They were in the 50th row, where they should have turned a corner, and the group continued to run at full speed, he could hear the footsteps behind him and Ginny's voice urging Harry, just in front of them, a door was hidden, and it was from here that Lockhart could see the glint of the bell-shaped glass cover, he flashed to the edge of the shelf, let the children pass first, and when everyone had passed through the threshold quickly, he slammed the door shut.

"Why don't you lock the door?" asked Hermione, panting, her hair fluffy and messy around her little head.

Lockhart pulled out his wand and used his magic to smooth Hermione's hair, then re-pinning her hair. The affectionate gesture made Lupin's expression strange. "Let's go up first, call the gods to guard!"

Lockhart's Patronus, burst out of his wand and ran through the ceiling towards the upper floor. At the same time, Lockhart pressed the elevator button to go upstairs, and six people entered the elevator and went up.

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