Vol 2 Chapter 1131: Prediction ball

Without communication, the battle began and the spells flew, but they ended immediately.
In this small space, the Death Eaters who fell into ambush did not have an advantage at all. It could not be the opponent of the Order of the Phoenix.
Harry saw Malfoy once again escaped the spell. Latrix hid behind a tall Death Eater, allowing four curses to hit the human shield in front of her. The Death Eater was The fly flew out, and he fell to his back against the bell-shaped glass cover.
Harry thought he would slam on the sturdy glass and slide it down the floor with a bell jar.
No, however, his head sank through the bell-shaped glass cover, as if it were just a soap bubble.
Then, he became motionless, spread his limbs on the table, and his head sank in a bell-shaped glass cover filled with flashing air.
Then, that head began to change.
For a moment, everyone was holding their eyes open and staring at the head with trepidation.
It contracted very quickly, becoming more and more bald, with black hair and beard curled back into the head.
His cheeks became smoother, his head round and covered with a layer of fluff. Just as the Death Eater struggled to stand up again, a baby's head grew strangely on his thick, muscular neck.
Just as they were stunned, the head began to swell again to its former size.
The thick black hair grew out from the top of the head and the chin. The Death Eater shook his ugly head and tried to make himself awake, but before he cheered up, his head began to retreat again. Infancy.
Repeatedly, time worked on his head, and he made a painful voice.
Sirius waved his wand, and a red light stunned him, ending the other's pain, and the magic still did not stop.
"Throw away your wand, or I will let you taste this taste." Sirius shouted to the remaining five Death Eaters.
Latrix did not put down his wand, and she slowly retreated backwards into the darkness, looking for a suitable place.
Above her head is a row of hourglasses.
"How do you know what we are doing tonight?" Malfoy didn't move, but he also didn't put down his wand.
"I don't know the thing about this night's action. This is a plan for you, to lure you out of the nest. You have failed!" Sirius said disdainfully. "Now, let go of your wand, I will make you feel better." ""
"We have not failed!" Latrix said frantically.
"My dear cousin, you need to learn to recognize the reality." Sirius replied sarcastically.
"Stupid, the power of the Dark Lord is beyond your imagination, you can't..."
"Is it?" Sirius said, "So, where is the powerful Voldemort? He simply can't come here!"
"Do you really think so, Black?" said a cold voice.
Harry jerked his head up. He saw the tall, skinny, black mask, the snake-like face was pale and sly, and the pupil stared at them like a slit-like scarlet eye. Voldemort was standing. At the door, the wand pointed at them.
"Master, you are here, master!" Bellatrix said ecstatically, she quickly rushed to his feet.
Sirius's wand swayed and didn't do it. He pulled Harry quickly back and returned to the crowd.
Others did not issue a wand, all staring at Voldemort.
Voldemort suddenly appeared to cheer up the remaining Death Eaters, and the members of the Order were all cautious.
They were not Voldemort's opponents. Harry and Sirius returned to the crowd. He saw Lupin, Moody, Tonks, and Kingsley. After crossing the door, he couldn't see Voldemort. He could only listen. The screams to Bellatrix and the icy voice of Voldemort.
"Quiet, Bella!" Voldemort said terriblely. "I will clean up you later! Do you think that I went to the Ministry of Magic to listen to you crying and apologizing? Can't fail again, I want to get that crucial prophecy." Ball, before making the final choice, I have to know the prophecy, even if I shot it myself..."
Later, Harry couldn't hear, and he was taken to the room by Sirius.
The room is as tall as a church, and it is lined with towering shelves filled with gray glass balls.
More candlesticks are embedded on the shelf at regular intervals, and dim light shines from above. As in the original black round room, the flames are blue, and the small glass faintly glow in these rays. The house is very cold.
"Harry, go find the prophet, it's in the 97th row, then take him out of here." Sirius said quickly, "Can't let him get the prophet, we have to delay, Dumbledore immediately will come."
"Sirius, what the is going on?" Harry asked.
"I will explain to you for a while, they can't stop Voldemort for a long time. There is a door here. After getting the prophecy ball, I will run out from there." Sirius said, "The 85th row, the 96th row, the 97th row here. Find your name, Harry, hurry up."
They walked forward along the long aisles between the shelves, and the distance was almost dark.
Harry heard a fight from the door, and he focused on the yellowed tabs on the shelves under each glass ball. Some of the made mysterious flowing light, others were blurred and dark. Like a light bulb that has been extinguished.
Then, on the thick dusty shelf, he saw his name.
It was a small glass ball, it was dirty, it seems that it has not been touched for many years, but the glimmer inside makes it a little bright. With this shimmer, you can see the yellowing under the glass ball. The label, which is marked with a delicate font, is a date about sixteen years ago, followed by the Dark Devil and Harry Potter.
"That's this, Harry!" said Sirius. "It's about your prophecy and pick it up."
Harry had a lot of questions, and looked at the Sirius, the Death Eater.
He hesitated, then reached out and took the dirty ball. He thought it was cold, but on the contrary, it made people feel like it had been in the sun for a few hours, as if by its own The light is warm.
"Sirius, this..."
Harry’s words were not finished, and a terrible green light flashed in front of his eyes.