Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Without communication, the battle began and the spell flew, but soon ended.

In this tiny space, the ambushed Death Eaters do not take advantage at all and cannot be rivals of the Order of the Phoenix.

When Harry saw Malfoy escape the spell again, Rutrix hid behind a tall eater, letting four spells hit the human shield in front of her. The eater was shot out, and he fell backwards towards the bell-shaped glass cover behind him.

Harry thought he'd crash into solid glass and slide down a bell-shaped glass cover onto the floor.

However, no, his head sank through the bell-shaped glass cover as if it were just a soap bubble.

Then he became motionless, spread out his limbs and lay on the table, his head sinking in a bell-shaped glass cover filled with flashing air.

And then that head started to change.

For a moment, all eyes were open and mouths were trembling, looking at the head with horror.

It contracts quickly, becoming increasingly bald, black hair and beard shrinking back into the head.

His cheeks became smooth, his head round and covered with a layer of plush. Just as the Death Eater struggled to get back on his feet, a baby's head grew strangely on his thick, muscularly developed neck.

And just as they were staring at each other, that brain began to expand back to its previous size.

The thick black hair grew out of his head and chin again, and the Death Eater shook his ugly head again, trying to clear himself up, but before he could cheer up, his head began to shrink back to infancy again.

Week after week, time worked on his head, and he made a painful sound.

Sirius waved his wand and a red light knocked him out, ending each other's suffering, and the magic had not stopped.

“Throw away the wand, or I'll let you taste it.” Sirius shouted at the remaining five Death Eaters.

Ratlix did not lay down her wand, and she slowly retreated back into the darkness to find a suitable place.

Above her head was a row of sand hourglasses.

“How do you know what we're doing tonight?” Malfoy didn't move, but he didn't put down his wand either.

“Tonight's action, I don't know that thing. This was your plan to lure you out of your lair. You failed!” Sirius disdainfully said, "Now, put down the wand and I'll make you feel better. ”

“We didn't fail!” Latrix said enthusiastically.

“My dear cousin, you need to learn to recognize reality.” Sirius replied sarcastically.

“Stupid, the Dark Demon King is more powerful than you can imagine, you can't...”

“Really?” Sirius said, "So where's the mighty Voldemort? He wouldn't even dare come here! ”

“Do you really think so, Blake?” A ruthless voice is saying.

Harry raised his head violently, and he saw the tall, thin, black mask, his face pale and pale as a snake, his pupils staring at them like a finely stitched gorilla's eyes, Voldemort standing at the door, his wand pointing at them.

“Master, you're here, master!” Bellatrix ecstatically said that she quickly jumped over to his feet.

Sirius' wand swayed and he didn't move, pulling Harry back quickly and back into the crowd.

Others didn't send out wands, all staring at Voldemort.

Voldemort's sudden appearance exhilarated the rest of the Eaters, while the Phoenix members were all cautious.

They were not the opponents of Voldemort, Harry and Sirius retreated back into the crowd, and he saw Lupin, Moody, Tanks, Kingslay, and when he crossed that door, he couldn't see Voldemort, he could only hear Bellatrix screaming and Voldemort's icy sting.

“Quiet, Bella!” Voldemort said terribly, "I'll take care of you later! You think I came into the Ministry of Magic to hear you cry and apologize? I can't fail anymore, I want to get that vital prophecy ball, I have to know that prophecy before making the final choice, even if I do it myself...”

After that, Harry couldn't hear, and Sirius took him inside the room.

This room is as tall as a church, with a row of tall shelves filled with little glass balls filled with grey pockets.

More candlesticks are embedded on the shelves at regular intervals, and the dim light comes out of them, like in the original black circular house, the flame is blue, and those little glass balls are hidden in these lights, and the house is cold.

“Harry, go find the Prophecy Ball, it's in the 97th Platoon, then take him out of here.” Sirius quickly said, "We can't let him get that prophecy ball, we have to delay it, Dumbledore will be here any minute. ”

Sirius, what the hell is going on? ”Harry asked.

“Explain to you later how long they won't be able to stop Voldemort, and there's a door here that runs out of there when you get the Prophecy Ball. Sirius said," Platoon 85, Platoon 96, Platoon 97 is here, find your name, Harry, come on. ”

They walked forward along a long aisle between the shelves, almost pitch-black in the distance.

Harry heard a fight coming from the door, and he focused on the yellow label on the shelf under each glass ball, some of which emitted mysterious flowing light, while others were blurred and dark, like lightbulbs that went out.

Then, on a thick, dusty shelf, he saw his name.

It's a little glass sphere, it's dirty, as if it hasn't been touched in years, but the light inside makes it a little bright, and with this slight light, you can see the yellow label underneath the glass sphere, with a delicate font that shows a date about sixteen years ago, followed by Dark Head and Harry Potter.

“That's it, Harry! Sirius said," It's about your prophecy ball, pick it up. ”

Harry had a lot of questions, and looked at Sirius as the Death Eater.

He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and held the dirty little ball, which he thought was cold, but on the contrary, it made people feel like it had been in the sun for hours, warmed by its own light.

Sirius, this... ”

Harry's words were not finished, and a miserable green ray of light flashed before his eyes.