the Gambler

With his heart nearly popping out of his chest, Harry was now being pointed at by a dozen Death Eaters with wands, and if it had been Malfoy alone, he would have been able to escape without a hitch.He didn't know what to do, and the only person he could rely on was Tom.

"Give me the Prophecy Ball, Potter," Malfoy said slowly, and he slammed the snake-headed cane forward.

Harry turned quickly, pointing his wand straight at Malfoy, who raised half his blond eyebrows and looked mockingly in his eyes.Unlike Malfoy who directly exposed his identity, the Death Eaters behind were all wearing black robes that covered them from head to toe, and their hoods barely covered their eyes. Harry could hear one of the female Death Eaters muttering excitedly wearing something.

"Give it to me, Potter," Malfoy repeated.

"Where's Sirius?" Harry asked, not seeing his godfather anywhere in the dream.

The female Death Eater took a step forward, and a maniacal laugh came from under the hood: "That stupid dog? My dearest brother?"

Combined with the Azkaban prison break at the beginning of the semester, Harry quickly figured out the identity of the woman in front of him—Bellatrix Lestrange, Sirius' cousin.The witch who became crazy and tortured Neville's parents crazy was the most dangerous and cruel person among Voldemort's followers. He still remembered the hateful tone of the godfather when he mentioned her.Harry gritted his teeth hard, the smell of blood made his tense mood relax a little.

"Tell me where Sirius is!" Harry yelled.

All the Death Eaters were laughing loudly in unison now, and that gave Harry the creeps that Sirius wasn't going to die.He's not going to die is he?

"The Dark Lord is so predictable, he knew that my dear brother could lure you here, and the hero complex is not suitable for such a thin little boy," Bellatrix said in that disgustingly sweet voice Open your mouth, "Little Potter, hasn't learned to distinguish dreams from reality?"

"What do you mean by that?" Harry asked, his stomach heavy, the possibility he should consider.So Voldemort was deliberately creating an illusion to lure Harry here, and for some unknown reason neither he nor those disgusting Death Eaters could get the prophecy ball off the overhead.Harry felt oddly relieved again, it was good that Ron and Hermione hadn't been called, and he couldn't imagine himself pulling his best friend into a dead end.

Something needs to be done, at least to distract them.

Harry continued: "Sirius was captured by you, I saw it with my own eyes."

"Maybe it's more appropriate to use the dream?" Bellatrix suggested kindly.

"Stop talking nonsense with him." Lucius interrupted their quarrel coldly. He held out his open palm to Harry, "Give me the Prophecy Ball, Potter."

"Why does he want the Prophecy Ball?" Harry asked calmly, hoping to draw the group of Death Eaters into the conversation. He needed to delay as long as possible. Tom said he would come to rescue him.

Will that cunning Slytherin really come?A small voice sounded in the back of his head, and the boy curled his fingers uneasily. Since when did he believe Tom's words?This couldn't sound more absurd. Even if Tom promised not to contact Voldemort, it doesn't mean that Voldemort would not contact Tom.If the two meet and work together smoothly—Harry can't imagine such a serious situation, Tom will tell Voldemort all the secrets of the Order of the Phoenix, and the war will be declared over early—

Harry shivered.

Bellatrix's madness finally subsided. She narrowed her eyes and carefully observed the expression of the boy in front of her: "You don't know?"

"what do you know?"

"Dumbledore didn't tell you?" Malfoy said in surprise, "That's why you have this scar." Noticing Harry's confusion, the man murmured to himself, "No wonder the Dark Lord has always wondered why you If you don’t come here to get the prophecy ball yourself, he has already instilled enough scenes in you, and your curiosity will definitely drive you to come here—”

"I get it. I get it." Malfoy sneered, and now he looked at Harry with pity as if he was looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, "He kept you in the dark and rushed to Harry when he needed it." The ducks are on the shelves."

Bellatrix clicked his tongue: "Oh, what a poor boy, incompetent weapon, eh?"

Harry tried not to growl, he was eager to curse the sneering faces of the group.

"Stop talking nonsense, and give me the prophecy ball." Malfoy suddenly returned to his original intention, and the wand in his hand was aimed at Harry again.

"When did I become the type who would obediently catch you in your eyes? Maybe Dobby's lesson hasn't taught you enough yet?" Harry said slowly in that extremely sticky voice, "Dear Lucius? "

"Oh, I didn't know you were close enough to call each other Christian names," Bellatrix giggled, and she nudged Malfoy with her wand-clutching elbow, who looked rather ugly , the witch didn't care about the other party's emotions, and blurted out a curse, "The prophecy ball is flying!"

Harry tossed the 'armor' out, and he held the prophecy ball tightly in his arms, showing a smug smile.

"Of course I can call you Bella, my dear," Harry said provocatively, watching the witch's flushed face with satisfaction, "but my taste is unquestionable, and you have to have the appearance of that white peacock— Oh, sorry, I almost forgot that you inherited Walburga's beauty, it seems that life in Azkaban is very bad?"

"Shut up." Red light shot from the tip of Bellatrix's wand, and Malfoy slammed the dazed witch away, angrily reprimanding her: "You will smash the prophecy ball!"

"Then, he really wants the prophecy ball, complete." Harry smiled, "Then you must be careful, I always accidentally knock over the potion. He definitely doesn't want to see you fail the mission, the Cruciatus curse." How does it feel?" The boy shifted his gaze to Malfoy's face, "Lucius must be very clear, right?"

The group of Death Eaters seemed to stiffen at the same time, and the crazy smile on Bellatrix's face became wider and wider. She pulled off her hood, revealing her messy black curly hair and sunken cheeks.Harry could vaguely see the excellent genes of the Black family from the other person's face. If it was cleaned up, Bellatrix was definitely a very attractive woman, and the madness in her eyes had a unique appeal.

"I thought you'd be a watery-brained Gryffindor like my stupid cousin, but you still know how to play, baby Potter." Bellatrix sneered.

"Oh, more than you can think of." Harry thought to himself, yeah, this is a brilliant idea, he held the prophecy ball with one hand to his chest, and the spell Tom had used rolled off his tongue, and in the blink of an eye A gigantic fireball lit up the room, and unlike the Slytherin, Harry hadn't been able to control it well enough, and the fireball scuttled all over the place into the Death Eaters, the smell of charred robes mixed with panicked screams.

Taking advantage of the chaotic timing, Harry lowered his head to avoid the beam of light that was shot at him. He kept waving his wand and knocked down the shelves on both sides. Thousands of crystal balls hit the ground, and the huge sound echoed in the air. Harry was not in the mood Turning his head, he ran desperately.The boy could already see the light streaming through the crack, and he just needed to push harder to touch the doorknob—

The severe pain made Harry retract his outstretched hand reflexively, and he turned to face the Death Eaters surrounding him.The curse cast by someone just now severed his arm, and the blood flowing from the wound had already stained the whole clothes red.

"One step closer and I'll smash it!" cried Harry. "Voldemort won't be happy!"

"You dirty bastard! How dare you call that lord by his name! I'll make you realize your lowliness, damn Potter!" Bellatrix cast another jinx, and Harry turned sideways. He managed to avoid it, but the crystal ball was still shattered, and a familiar voice slowly sounded in the room.

[Tell me what you saw, Trelawney. 】

Trelawney?The bluffing liar?Harry frowned, followed by a tranced female voice.

【The person who has the power to conquer the Dark Lord is approaching. He was born in a family that defeated the Dark Lord three times. He was born at the end of the seventh month. The Mark of the Dark Lord——】

Intuition made Harry quickly cast the Silencing Charm, and he could see the anxious look of the Death Eaters trying to break the spell.Thanks to Merlin, he once asked Tom to improve the spell when he was learning runes with Tom.

【——The person with the power to conquer the Dark Lord is approaching. He was born in a family that defeated the Dark Lord three times. He was born at the end of the seventh month. The Dark Lord marked him as a strong enemy.He has powers that the Dark Lord doesn't understand, and one of them must die at the hands of the other, because two people cannot live at the same time, one will always die]

Harry stopped breathing, Trelawney's last words still circling in his head.

One of them must die at the hands of the other, because two people cannot live at the same time, one will always die.So this is why Voldemort wanted to kill himself in the first place?But no, judging from the appearance of the Death Eaters, Voldemort didn't know all the prophecies. Harry guessed that the other party might only know that the person who conquered his own power was born. Out of uncertainty about the future, Voldemort planned to kill by force first. die yourself.

Harry slammed the glass ball on the ground in front of everyone, even though he liked the stunned Death Eaters in front of him, he had no intention of staying to appreciate it.With one hand outstretched, Harry swung the other behind his back to unlock the door.He quickly cast the Shattering Curse towards the nearest shelf, and many crystal balls covered the head. He tried his best to push away the people who tried to grab him, kicked the Death Eater on the side, and quickly slipped through the gap in the door. out.

After casting several Locking Charms on the door in a row, Harry turned his head and ran towards the light at the other end of the corridor. He could hear the sound of chaotic footsteps behind him.Harry deftly dodged two spells aimed at him, grabbed the door frame and quickly turned a corner, his body slamming into the broad chest of the visitor.He looked up into those blood-red eyes in horror.

Harry's eyes widened.This is not a nightmare.Before him stood the tall, thin man with a paper-pale, snakelike face, slits of scarlet pupils, and his fingers wrapped like dead branches around a long, thin wand.Voldemort's lipless mouth opened and closed, and a high-pitched voice came out of it:

"Long time no see, Harry Potter."