Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“Who are we?” Lestrange made another stinging laugh, and she took a step forward and pulled her hood off, "Potter Baby, he hasn't figured out what's going on. Do you need more help? ”

She is not what Harry saw in the meditation basin, and Azkaban plunged Bellatrix Lestrange's cheek into a deep, lean and boneless face, but filled with excitement and fanaticism, and she raised her wand in high altitude and her chest fluctuated violently.

“Bellatrix!” Malfoy warned, "The Dark Lord commanded Porter to be his prey. ”

“I know!” she licked her thin lips with the tip of her tongue, "I'll hold the weight. ”

“We don't have time to torture him here, Dumbledore people can come any time...”

“What are you going to do?” Harry asked, forcing himself to suppress the rising panic in his heart.

“We need your help to get something down there.” Malfoy coldly said, waving his wand and untying Harry, "Don't play tricks, Potter, or you'll regret it. ”

“What do you need me to get?” Harry rubbed his wrist and stood up, feeling his legs shaking.

Apparently because of disdain, the other party did not seize his wand, and he still had a chance.

“You're kidding, Harry Potter.” Bellatrix said.

“No, I'm not kidding," Harry looked past a dead eater, searching for a weakness, a void from which they could escape, "and you wanted me to go down and get something, but I didn't know what it was. If you want me to cooperate, then tell me, what is there to keep in Mysterious Affairs, Voldemort? ”

His voice had just fallen, and several of the Death Eaters whispered a dissatisfied low shriek.

“How dare you call his name?” Bellatrix whispered.

“Of course!” Harry said, "He scares you, but I have no problem saying that name, Vol...”

“Shut up!” Bellatrix screamed loudly, "How dare you say his name from your vile mouth? How dare you defile it with your bastard tongue? How dare you...”

“Did you know he was a bastard, too?” Harry said with no hesitation that he felt bold enough, "Voldemort? Of course, his mother was a wizard, but his father was a muggle. Did he keep telling you he was pure? ”

“Shut up, Diamond Bone! ”

Harry's subconscious escaped, his training worked, and he escaped the spell of Bellatrix.

Malfoy's wand stood firmly in front of him as he prepared to pull out his wand to fight back.

“Bellatrix, as I said, we have no time, and he is the prey of the Dark Lord.” He whispered, looking at Harry from under his hood, "And you, Porter, don't challenge our bottom line again...”

“But how dare he...” Bellatrix screamed incessantly, "Dirty bastard! ”

“Until we get the Prophecy Ball!” Malfoy said.

“Prophecy ball?!” Harry caught the word sharply, “you want me to go down and get a prophecy ball? ”

The answer somewhat surprised him, until then he had always thought it would be a weapon.

“It is kept within the Mysterious Services Division.” Malfoy replied, pointing the wand at Harry, "Get up and go! ”

“What kind of prophecy is that?” Harry asked, trying to make his voice sound more calm.

“Don't play tricks with us, Porter.” Malfoy said.

“I'm not playing tricks.” Harry replied, constantly stalling for opportunities to escape.

They passed through the checkpoint next to the fountain, where no one was found, and the Death Eaters definitely took care of the guards.

But the Ministry of Magic must have more than one security officer. Where are they now? Did you notice what was happening in the hall?

“Really? Didn't Dumbledore ever tell you that the reason you left that scar was hidden in the Department of Mysterious Affairs?” Malfoy mocked.

“What happened to my scar?” Harry asked.

“What's the matter? Malfoy was unhappy to say that Harry's question had not been answered.

Several Death Eaters laughed again and seemed satisfied with the current situation.

Before they reached the elevator, a Death Eater used to press a “down” button in the nearest area, and the elevator almost immediately clicked and appeared in front of them, and the golden fence slipped from there to both sides, making a shocking, echoing noise.

They walked in, and Harry saw Bellatrix poke button nine, and the fence slammed shut.

The elevator made a clicking noise, very stinging, and Harry didn't notice it so loud when he came here with Mr. Weasley during the day, and he believed that such noise would surely draw the attention of every security guard in the building.

But nothing happened, Harry's heart sank with the elevator.

“What the hell is going on?” His mind is still on the subject, “what is that prophecy? Why did you say it had to do with my scar? ”

“Looks like Dumbledore never told you.” Well, that explains why you didn't get here early, "Malfoy said," Potter, the Dark Lord once wondered why when he told you in his dream where it was hidden, you didn't come running over, and he thought instinctive curiosity would make you eager to hear the exact information in the prophecy ball. ”

“Really?” Harry said, "So he asked me to get the prophecy ball, but why? ”

“Why?” Malfoy was happy to repeat, "because only the man mentioned in the prophecy, Porter, had the right to take it from the Department of Mysterious Affairs, which the Dark Lord discovered when he used someone else to steal prophecy balls for him. ”

“I mean, why would he want to steal a prophecy about me? ”

“It's about you two, Porter, it's about you two.” Malfoy said, "Don't you ever wonder why the Dark Lord tried to kill you when you were a baby? ”

Through the hole in Malfoy's hood, Harry raised his head and glanced at his hidden grey eyes.

He couldn't help but wonder, is that prophecy the real cause of his parents' death?

Besides, is that why he's wearing his own lightning scar?

The elevator slowly stopped, and the indifferent woman's voice said, "Department of Mystical Affairs. ”

“Well, here we are! ”

The fence opens and they come out into the corridor.

The light of the torch flickered in the airflow stirred by the elevator, and Harry saw five more dead eaters.

And that simple black door right in front.

For months he had only dreamed of it, and now he had finally come here.