The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Harry was in the flames, with a pair of fat hands clutching the back of his collar, and he knew it was over the moment he saw Umbridge.

He was crushed by several Aurors loyal to the Ministry of Magic, Umbridge behind him confiscated his wand, and Lucius Malfoy was proudly holding a dirty little ball.

His sweaty brow gleamed in reflection.

There is a yellowed label under the glass ball, with a date about ten years ago marked in exquisite fonts, and there are also vague words such as "H.PtoA.PWBD..".

"So... the honorable savior came to the Ministry of Magic at night just to steal this?" Lucius took the ball from Harry, and he seemed to be hiding it all the time. here.

Harry told Umbridge that the Death Eaters were hiding in the Department of Mysteries.

But when Umbridge escorted him through the layers of black doors and came to the other end of the 97th row of shelves, Harry didn't see Sirius, so he was relieved and found the words A ball with your own name.

After Lucius involuntarily got the prophecy ball, he walked out from the shadow on the right rear.

"You filthy thief!" Umbridge pinched the nape of his neck, digging deep into Harry's skin with his grimy nails from the dungeon, "Take it down...I'd like to see , what excuse do you have!"

"No! I'm not here to steal!" Harry twisted his body, and the Auror who was holding him let out a piercing laugh, "You..."

But no one heard the words here, and everyone didn't care, but because of ensuring the safety of Sirius, most of Harry's sense of panic dissipated, and the rest was because of his own future.

How will he be treated?Will he be imprisoned in Azkaban forever?

"...Always... so predictable." The Auror on the left lowered his head, and said harshly and proudly, "Little baby was woken up by fright, and thought the dream was real...Thank you for your dedication , Potter~"

Harry's pupils dilated for an instant.

How could this group of Aurors know about the 'dream'?

"Umbridge...they're Death Eaters!" He stepped on the chain because of the struggle, and fell to the floor with a thud. "They're not Aurors, they're Voldemort's plan! They're just for the Prophecy Ball!"

"Stop talking nonsense, Potter." Lucius frowned, and looked at the Auror who was looking back in warning, "wait for the trial...the crime of theft, assault, and breaking into the Ministry of Magic... "

Every time Malfoy put a hat on his head, the smile on Umbridge's face grew wider.

In the middle of these shelves full of shining balls, Lucius brushed off the dust on the surface of the prophecy ball. At this moment, he didn't despise the dirt, and the hand holding the ball trembled with excitement.

"That grown-up is the one who knows things like a god." He forgot about Umbridge in his eyes, and didn't hear her praise of thanks, just immersed in his own world.

As for Potter... dead... alive?What does it have to do with him?

"So goodbye, dear...Harry"

"For the Lord Dark Lord~"

The Auror sealed Harry's mouth, dragged him out the door, to a corner, and took out a small knife from his sleeve, which was covered in black venom and light-absorbing material.

The man's face gradually changed, and under Harry's terrified eyes, he turned into Bellatrix, the most wanted person in the 'Azkaban Prison Break' incident.

"Boom --- Boom ---"

There were several small ringing sounds above his head, and Harry's spirit became a little distracted by the fear of death. He seemed to think that the sound was like the sound of the Dursley's house being renovated.

The knife was getting closer and closer, he was stepped on, right behind Umbridge, at the door of the Hall of Prophecy...

The sound stopped, followed by "Boom, boom, boom ---", Harry seemed to have heard some signal, which aroused his inner sense of survival. He kicked hard on Bella's back foot. Kicked back again and again.

Then he rolled over, curled his legs, and pressed against the corner of the wall.

A burst of explosions was heard around, and the violent vibrations blew up the few Death Eaters disguised as Aurors. The prophecy ball on the shelf was blown to pieces, and some smoke rose from the broken glass fragments.

The entire prophecy hall is like a gathering of ghosts, countless pearly white shadows stretch out like the white mist in the morning, and their voices come and go:

"At the solstice there will be...new..."

"That's the hymn of humanity...to the sky?"

The roar made Harry's ears ring, and he heard Umbridge screaming drowsily, which made him smile a little...

Cyrus must have seen the invisibility cloak he was hiding in the corner!

The explosion lasted for 3 minutes. In a cloud of dust and white fog, Harry vaguely saw several flashlight-like lights passing through the fog, and the hard soles of his shoes crushed gravel and glass pieces.

Harry leaned against the wall weakly, and those figures were getting closer and closer to him...

"Target found!"

The man seemed to be talking to his wrist, and then he approached Harry a little bit with a Muggle gun, and several other personnel were checking other corners.

"Hey...kid..." Hammers Corden put his wrist around Harry's armpit, pulled him up, snapped the loose chain with the butt of his gun, and pulled Harry Eyelids, check pupils, "Can you still walk?"

"Cy...Cyrus?" Harry was picked up by Hammers, and suddenly shouted, "Be careful!!"

A beam of red light passed through the smoke in an instant, and passed through the gap of the collapsed shelf in the blind spot of a team member. The Iron Armor Curse flashed in front of him, but there was still the sound of the body being cut open.

The plugboard was damaged on the spot, a scratch appeared on the chest, and blood slowly flowed...

"Six o'clock direction! Cover and retreat!!" The man was dragged by his teammates all the way, while firing at the bottomless other end.

"Kill him...kill them!" Bella flailed her teeth and claws, waving her wand madly, "You bastards, how dare you spoil the good things of the Dark Lord? Rookwood, Mulciber, go up !"

"Bella...cough...I got the things." Lucius crawled out from a pile of rubble, he carefully protected the prophecy ball touched by Harry, "Let's leave now, if we can't kill it !"

Umbridge was scared out of her wits at this moment, and she was so terrified that she didn't know what to do.

"Mr...Mr. Malfoy?"

"Avada Kedavra (Avada Kedavra)!"