There was no communication, and the battle began, and the spells flowed, but it ended immediately. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In this small space, the Death Eaters who were caught in the ambush did not have an advantage at all, and could not be the opponent of the Order of the Phoenix.

Harry saw Malfoy dodge the spell once more, and Latrix ducked behind a tall Death Eater, allowing four spells to hit the human shield in front of her, and the Death Eater was knocked out of the way, falling on his back against the bell-shaped glass cover behind him.

Harry thought he was going to bang into the solid glass and slide down the bell pane to the floor.

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

Then he became motionless, lying on the table with his limbs outstretched, his head sunk in a bell-shaped glass cover filled with flashes of air.

Then, that head began to change.

For a moment, everyone stared at the head with their mouths open, trembling in fear.

It contracted rapidly, becoming more and more bald, and its black hair and beard stubble retracted into its head.

His cheeks were smooth, and his head was round and covered in a layer of fuzz. As the Death Eater struggled to get back to his feet, a baby's head grew strangely out on his thick, muscular neck.

Just as they were stunned, the head began to swell back to its previous size.

Thick black hair grew from the top of his head and chin again, and the Death Eater shook his ugly head again, trying to wake himself up, but before he could cheer himself up, his head began to retract back to its infancy.

Cycle after cycle, time worked in his head, and he made a painful sound.

Sirius waved his wand, and a red light stunned him, ending the other's pain, and the magic still didn't stop.

"Throw away your wand, or I'll give you a taste of it. Sirius shouted to the remaining five Death Eaters.

Ratrix didn't drop her wand, she slowly fell backwards, into the darkness, looking for a suitable spot.

Above her head, there were rows of hourglasses.

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

"I don't know about tonight's operation. This was originally a plan for you, a plan to lure you out of the lair, and you failed!" Sirius said disdainfully, "Now, put down your wand, and I'll make you feel better." ”

"We didn't fail!" said Latrix feverishly.

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

"Stupid, the Dark Lord is more powerful than you think, you can't ......"

"Really?" said Sirius, "then, where is the mighty Voldemort?

"Do you really think so, Blake?" said a grim voice.

Harry jerked his head up, and he saw the tall, thin, black-masked, snake-like face pale and haggard, with scarlet eyes like a slit staring at them, Voldemort standing in the doorway, wand pointed at them.

"Here you are, master!" said Bellatrix, in ecstasy, and she quickly swooped down at his feet.

Sirius' wand flickered, but without moving, he pulled Harry back quickly, retreating into the crowd.

The others didn't fire their wands either, and all stared at Voldemort.

Voldemort's sudden appearance cheered up the remaining Death Eaters, while the Order of the Phoenix was all cautious.

They weren't Voldemort's opponents, Harry and Sirius retreated into the crowd, he saw Lupin, Moody, Tonks, Kingsley, and when he stepped through that door, he couldn't see Voldemort, only Bellatrix's shouts and Voldemort's icy voice.

"Quiet, Bella!" said Voldemort terriblely, "I'll clean you up later! Do you think I came to the Ministry of Magic to hear you cry and apologize......?

Harry couldn't hear the rest of the story, and he was led into the room by Sirius.

The room was as tall as a church, and it was lined with towering shelves filled with small glass balls of dust.

More candlesticks were embedded in the shelves at regular intervals, and a faint light shone from them, and the flames were blue, as in the original black round room, and the little glass balls shone faintly in these rays, and it was cold inside.

"Harry, go find the prophecy orb, it's in row 97, and get out of here with him. Sirius said quickly, "We can't let him get that prophecy orb, we'll have to stall for time, Dumbledore will be coming soon." ”

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

"I'll explain to you that they won't be able to stop Voldemort for long, and there's a door here, and when you get the prophecy ball, run out of it. Sirius said, "Row 85, row 96, row 97 are here, find your name, Harry, hurry." ”

They walked down the long aisle between the shelves, and it was almost pitch black in the distance.

Harry heard the sound of a fight coming from the doorway, and he focused on the small yellowed labels on the shelves beneath each orb, some emitting a mysteriously flowing light, others vague and dark, like a light bulb that had gone out.

Then, on the dusty shelves, he saw his own name.

It was a small glass ball, it was dirty, as if it hadn't been touched in years, but the glimmer inside made it glow a little, and through this glimmer of light, you could see the yellowed label under the orb, with a date about sixteen years ago in elaborate lettering, followed by the Dark Lord and Harry Potter.

"This is it, Harry!" Sirius said, "it's about your prophecy orb, pick it up." ”

Harry had a lot of questions, and looked at Sirius, who still looked like a Death Eater.

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

"Sirius, this ......"

Before Harry could finish his sentence, a dark green light flashed before his eyes.