Vol 2 Chapter 1128: Mystery affairs department

"Who are we?" Lestrange made another shrill laugh. She took a step forward and pulled off her hood. "Porter baby, he hasn't figured out the current situation, needs me. Can you help me?"
She wasn't what Harry saw in the meditation basin, and Azkaban made Bellatrix Lestrange's cheeks deep, seemingly sinister and skinny, but filled with excitement and fanaticism, she Raise the wand high and the chest is undulating. .
"Bellatrix!" Malfoy warned. "The Dark Lord commanded, Potter is his prey."
"I know!" She licked her thin lips with her tongue. "I will master the size."
"We don't have time to torture him here, and Dumbledore's people may come over at any time..."
"What are you going to do?" Harry asked, forcing himself to suppress the panic that rose inside.
"We need you to help take a thing below." Malfoy said coldly, he waved his wand and the rope tied to Harry loosened. "Don't play tricks, Potter, or you will regret it."
"What do you need me to get?" Harry stood up with his wrist and he felt his legs tremble.
It seems that because of disdain, the other party did not collect his wand, he still has a chance.
"You are joking, Harry Potter," Bellatrix said.
"No, I am not kidding," Harry glanced over the Death Eaters, searching for a weak link, a gap that allowed them to escape from it. "You want me to take something, but I don't know." What is that. If you want me to cooperate, let me know, what is saved in the Mystery Division, what is Voldemort going to do?"
His voice just fell, and several Death Eaters made a low voice of dissatisfaction.
"Do you dare to call his name?" Bellatrix whispered.
"Of course!" said Harry. "He makes you feel scared, but I have no problem with this name, volt..."
"Shut up!" Bellatrix screamed. "How dare you say his name from your despicable mouth, how dare you tarnish it with your hybrid tongue, how dare you..."
"Do you know that he is also a hybrid?" Harry said without hesitation, he felt his courage to the extreme. "Voldemort? Of course, his mother is a wizard, but his father is a Muggle, is he always telling you? Is he purebred?"
"Shut up, heart and bone!"
Harry subconsciously escaped to the side, and the training worked. He escaped the magic of Bellatrix.
Just as he was about to pull out his wand and fight back, Malfoy's wand stopped in front of his eyes.
"Bellatrix, I said, we don't have time, and he is the prey of the Dark Lord." He whispered, looking at Harry from under the hood, "And you, Potter, don't challenge us again." The bottom line..."
"But he dared, dare..." Bellatrix screamed incoherently, "dirty bastard!"
"Everything waits for us to get the prophecy ball!" said Malfoy.
"Prophecy?!" Harry sharply captured the vocabulary. "Do you want me to take a prophecy?"
This answer somewhat surprised him. Before that, he always thought it would be a weapon.
"It was kept inside the Mystery Division," Malfoy replied, pointing Harry at his wand. "Get up, go forward!"
"What kind of prophecy is that?" Harry asked, trying to make his voice sound more calm.
"Don't play tricks with us, Potter," Malfoy said.
"I didn't play tricks." Harry replied, constantly delaying the time to find opportunities to escape.
They passed through the security checkpoint next to the fountain, where there was no one, and the Death Eaters certainly solved the security guards.
There must be more than one security guard in the Ministry of Magic. Where are they now? Have you found anything happening in the hall?
"Is it? Dumbledore never told you that the reason you left the scar is hidden in the Secret Service Division?" Malfoy sneered.
"What happened to my scar?" Harry asked.
"What's wrong?" Malfoy said happily, not answering Harry's question.
Several Death Eaters laughed again and seemed to be very satisfied with the current situation.
Before they came to the elevator, a Death Eater pressed a "down" button in the nearest place, and the lift appeared almost immediately before the golden fence, sliding from the middle to the sides, making a deafening, reverberating 铿锵sound.
They walked in, and Harry saw Bellatrix poke the button on the 9th and the fence slammed shut.
The squeaking noise of the lift was very harsh. Harry didn't notice that it was so noisy when Mr. Weasley came here during the day. He believed that such noise would surely attract the attention of every security guard in the building. .
But nothing happened, and Harry's heart sank with the elevator.
"What the is going on?" His mind remained on the topic just now. "What is that prophecy? Why do you say that it is related to my scar?"
"It looks like Dumbledore never told you," Malfoy said. "So, this explains why you didn't come here earlier, Potter, the Dark Lord was so strange why he told you in his dreams. When you hide in something, you didn't run over. He thought that instinctive curiosity would make you want to hear the accurate information in the prophecy ball."
"Is it?" said Harry. "So he wants me to get the prophet, but why?"
"Why?" Malfoy repeated happily again. "Because only the person mentioned in the prophecy, Potter, has the right to get it from the Mystery Affairs Division. This is the Dark Lord who is using others to steal the prophecy for him. Found at the time."
"I mean, why does he want to steal my prophecy?"
"About you two, Potter, it's about you two," Malfoy said. "Don't you ever think about it, when you are still a baby, why should the Dark Lord find a way to kill you?"
Passing through the hole in the Malfoy hood, Harry looked up at his looming gray eyes.
He couldn't help but think that the prophecy was the real reason for his parents' death.
Also, is he the reason for his lightning-shaped scar?
The lift slowly stopped, the voice of the indifferent woman said, "Mystery Affairs Division."
"Okay, we are here!"
The fence opened and they came out into the hallway.
The light of the torch swayed in the airflow from the lift, and Harry saw five Death Eaters.
Also, the plain black door in front of you.
For months, he has only seen it in his dreams, and now he has finally arrived here.