Vol 2 Chapter 1063: Ministry of Magic

"I'm not playing any tricks..." Harry denied.
"Very good, then we..."
"Wait a minute, I have one last question." Harry said quickly, and Bellatrix's face was clearly visible with an unconcealable boredom.
"What's the problem..." Lucius said patiently, his cane lightly touching the marble floor with a crisp sound.
Harry seemed to recover, and Bellatrix also turned his head at the same time. It's hard to tell who Lucius was reminding, but no matter what, they must pay attention to their identities.
"I mean, Sirius..."
"You should try to distinguish between what is reality and what is illusory." Lucius said coldly, breaking Harry's last worry.
In fact, he should be the most worried now.
"Okay," Harry said, confessing his fate. Although he had been prepared, he still felt a little palpitating after getting Malfoy's confirmation.
What is the use of Occlumency for him? Voldemort was still able to influence him, and he himself didn't give up believing it.
This was the worst place for Harry. Voldemort completely grasped his weaknesses, but he had no way to resist.
As the light source approached, a familiar hall appeared in front of Harry.
This is the Ministry of Magic, with solemn black dissatisfaction. On the front wall, where is Fudge's huge poster still hanging, but the only difference is that they are in the hall.
They walked through the security checkpoint next to the fountain. There should have been an Auror before, but now it is empty. Even when the Ministry of Magic is off work, it shouldn't be the most authoritative place.
There is no doubt that the Auror here has been resolved, but there must be more than one security guard at the Ministry of Magic. Where are they now? Have you noticed what is happening in the hall? When these people came in without a trace?
Several questions lingered in Harry's mind, which was almost impossible for the closely guarded Ministry of Magic.
"What the is that?" Harry couldn't help but ask, trying to attract the attention of the Ministry, but it was destined to be futile. The Death Eaters were already prepared, and Lucius is here, if there is If anyone came, unless they were from the Order of the Phoenix, they would definitely be sent away by Malfoy.
Or be killed directly?
The possibility behind it may be greater.
"What do you mean?" After entering the Ministry of Magic, Lucius was a little relaxed. Everything was still going on according to his arrangements, at least for now, even though Tarfer had thrown Harry at him. Obtrusive, but it doesn't bother him.
"Crystal ball, what is that prophecy?"
"You do not know?"
"Yes!" Harry nodded. In fact, he still doesn't quite understand what Voldemort needs him to do.
"Really? Did Dumbledore never tell you that the reason for the scar you left is hidden in the Department of Mysteries?" Malfoy sneered.
"My scar...what's wrong...what the is going on?" Harry asked.
"What's the matter?" Malfoy glanced contemptuously at Harry, seemingly disdainful of Harry's ignorance.
Several Death Eaters laughed again, seemingly satisfied with the current situation.
"Poor..." I don't know who said it. All the Death Eaters booed, then laughed unkindly, "It seems that the old madman is still the same, no matter who it is. ."
Bellatrix said, her laughter was very sharp, which made Harry feel a little harsh, but...
Harry felt like a clown, but no one paid any attention to Harry's embarrassment, just walked over with Harry.
When they came to the elevator, a Death Eater went over and pressed the nearest "down" button, and the elevator clicked and appeared in front of them almost immediately. The golden fence slid through it to the sides, making a clear and pleasant ding-dong sound. , This was originally very comfortable, but in the empty hall, it seemed a bit...
They walked in, and Harry saw a man poke the number nine button with his finger, and then the fence closed with a bang.
The click of the elevator seemed to be overwhelmed, which made Harry's mood very irritable, but on the day of Wisengamo’s trial, Mr. Weasley did not notice it was so noisy when he brought him here. , It may be his inner irritability, anyway, Harry's mood became very complicated, especially when he was surrounded by a black robe. Fortunately, there was no pungent smell here.
But Harry was still looking forward to someone coming. The movement of the elevator was too loud...
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 are you, it is related to my scar?"
"It seems that Dumbledore never told you." Malfoy, "Then, this can explain why you didn't come here right away. In fact, the Dark Lord is also surprised. He clearly gave you in a dream. Enough hints, but you have never appeared here again and again. Originally, the Dark Lord was because of your stupidity, but now it seems that the old madman didn't explain everything to you."
"Really?" Harry, "so he wants me to get the prophecy ball, why is it?"
"Why?" Malfoy repeated again happily, "Because only the person mentioned in the prophecy, Potter, has the right to get it from the Department of Mysteries. This is the Dark Lord using others to steal the prophecy ball for him. Discovered when."
"I mean, why does he want to steal prophecies about me?"
"It's about you two, Potter, it's about you two." Malfoy, "Don't you ever think about why the Dark Lord tried to kill you when you were a baby, but now Haven't succeeded yet?"
Harry raised his head and looked up at Malfoy. Voldemort did not kill him. According to the current situation, it was just a curse. But why?
Why would he have a relationship with someone like Voldemort.
Fanlin said, this is destined, but...why is it him?
Perhaps in that prophecy, Harry could get all the answers, why his parents would die under Voldemort's hands, why...