The place where Harry saw Sirius in his dream was in row 97, and now they were in row 53.
Heading towards the passage on the right, with some nervous sweat on his palms, Harry lowered his voice and said, "Get your wands ready."
His friends had already held the wand in their hands, and now they were ready for combat.
Raising their wands, they looked back from time to time for fear of someone coming from behind.
Row 84, Row 85...
There are small yellowish labels inserted under the glass balls on the shelf. Some of the glass balls sparkle like a strange liquid, while others are dull.
Harry was cautious, listening for every slightest movement.
But nothing could be heard. Could it be that Sirius had been tortured to the point of being unable to speak?
Or...
Sirius is dead.
Harry's mind was in a state of confusion, and he tried to reassure himself that he wouldn't.
While he was thinking wildly, Hermione's voice rang out.
"Ninety-seven," Hermione reminded Harry quietly.
They gathered at the end of the row of shelves and looked at the aisle next to them. No one was there.
Harry's mouth went dry and he said, "He's at the end here. You can't see clearly from here."
He didn't dare think that he had made a mistake. Could it be that it was just a dream like Hermione said?
For a dream, they broke into the Ministry of Magic.
If discovered...
Wanting to prove that he was right, he took the lead and shuttled between the elevated shelves where the glass balls were placed.
"He should be around here," he said, as if Sirius might appear on the floor with every step he took. "He's right here, really close."
"Harry?" Hermione called hesitantly, but Harry didn't want to answer.
He couldn't accept that he had really been deceived, so he said, "It's right here, somewhere."
They walked from one end to the other, and again into the dim candlelight.
There was no one, just a dusty, echoing silence.
"He might..." Harry was unwilling to accept the reality and wanted to continue searching.
"Harry." Hermione said when she saw Harry like this, "I don't think Sirius is here."
Harry stopped. He didn't dare to look at other people's expressions because he felt so sad.
He had a big fight with Hermione before because of a dream.
Now tell him that his dream was wrong.
There was nothing wrong in the first place, it was his workmanlike attitude that got them caught by Umbridge and brought them to the Ministry of Magic.
He didn't dare to face it.
"Harry?" It was Ron calling him this time.
"What's the matter?"
Harry didn't want to talk to Ron, let alone know what stupid thing Ron had done, or suggest returning the same way.
He seemed to want to stay here as long as he could hide.
But Ron didn't do anything stupid, let alone suggest going back, but said: "Did you see this?"
He pointed at a glass ball on the shelf. Harry thought it was some clue trace left by Sirius here, so he came over with cheerful steps.
It was a glass ball, not a clue.
Harry was disappointed and didn't understand why he was allowed to watch.
Ron pointed to the small label on the glass ball and said, "It has your name on it."
Harry leaned in to take a look, and because he was shorter than Ron, he had to crane his neck.
It was a date sixteen years ago, and it read: "The Dark Lord and Harry Potter."
Harry stared blankly, why did he have his own name?
"What is this?" Ron also asked, "Why is your name on it?"
Then Ron glanced at the others. His name was not there, nor was anyone else's.
"Don't touch it!" Hermione said sternly when she saw Harry reaching out to touch it. "Harry, I don't think you should touch it."
Harry was puzzled: "Why, this thing has something to do with me, doesn't it?"
"Don't touch it, Harry." Ginny also thought this was a bad idea.
"It has my name written on it." Harry was still stubborn.
His hand touched the glass ball and held it. He thought it would be cold, but it was as warm as if he had been exposed to the sun for several hours.
Harry hoped that something dramatic would happen, something thrilling.
This will make their long journey worthwhile.
With this feeling, he took the glass ball.
The others gathered around. Although they didn't want Harry to take the risk, they didn't want to see it in vain.
None of them noticed that someone appeared behind them.
A drawling voice spoke.
"Very well, Potter, you are as much a Gryffindor as I guessed."
There was sarcasm and ridicule in his voice, "Now turn around, turn around slowly, and give it to me."
At this time, Harry and the others discovered that many dark figures appeared around them.
They blocked the road to the left and right, with masked and hooded figures and a dozen wands aimed at their hearts.
And Harry recognized the person who spoke.
Not only him, but everyone except Luna recognized him.
Lucius Malfoy.
The middle-aged handsome man with long platinum blond hair said in a drawl, "Give it to me, Potter."
He held out his hand, and with some pleasant disdain on his face, "Give it to me."
Harry held the glass ball tightly and asked, "Where is Sirius?"
Several Death Eaters laughed, and a rough female voice said with a hint of madness, "The Dark Lord is really clever!"
The Death Eaters' ridicule was so harsh, but Harry seemed to be still clinging to his dream.
"I wonder where Sirius is!"
"I wonder where Sirius is!" The crazy woman imitated Harry's words, and then laughed.
Lucius didn't laugh. He was a middle-aged gentleman. Of course, he also smiled sarcastically appropriately.
"You've got him," Harry shouted. "He's right here, I know it."
"The baby woke up and was frightened, thinking that what happened in the dream was real." The crazy woman slowly walked to Lucius.
A fair and pale face was revealed, but under the neck of that face were hideous burns and a body pierced by many nails.
"Little... sweetheart... baby, Potter."
Bellatrix Lestrange.
Her appearance made Ron move. They had all read about this person in the newspaper.
Lucius looked at Harry as if he was seeing a guy who was not improving and was like garbage, and said calmly: "You really should learn how to distinguish dreams from reality, Potter, as you saw, but The Dark Lord made you see it."
"Don't do anything," Harry said to Ron in a low voice, "Not yet."
"Did you hear that? He gave instructions to other children again, and he seemed to be planning to fight us!"
Bellatrix let out an exaggerated and crazy laugh again. She put her hands on Lucius's body, laughing so hard that she couldn't stand still.
Lucius stretched out his hand and said impatiently, "Give me the prophecy ball, otherwise we will use the wand."
Harry's heart was in a mess. He kept avoiding it. His avoidance was because of his own willfulness and made everyone's trip in vain.
But now, he not only made people's trip in vain, but also put people in danger.
"If you please," Harry said, raising his wand to his chest.
Not only him, but Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Luna all made the same choice.
They were alert to possible sudden attacks from around them.
"Arrogance," Lucius said coldly, "Who do you think you can deal with? Give me the prophecy ball and no one will be hurt."
As soon as Lucius finished speaking, Bellatrix suddenly took action, "The prophecy ball is coming!"
Harry's heart was tense and he immediately took action, "Armor for protection!"
The prophecy ball almost came out of his hand, but he caught it again.
Lucius's heart almost jumped out of his chest due to Bellatrix's actions, and he roared, "I told you, don't break it!"
This sentence made Harry grasp the key point, and his thoughts were spinning rapidly.
Bellatrix had no patience. She had become even crazier since being bombed and cured by Voldemort using dark magic.
"Grab the youngest one and let him watch us torture that little girl. I'll do it!"
The Death Eater heard the order and took a step forward.
Harry and others immediately surrounded Ginny. He held up the prophecy ball and shouted sternly: "If you want to attack any of us, you must break this first."
However, such a threat was like fart to Bellatrix, who had become a madman.
"The prophecy ball is coming!"
"Armor protection!"
Harry guarded the prophecy ball again, and he said loudly and quickly: "This prophecy, why does Voldemort want it?"
As soon as the name came out, the Death Eaters stopped and looked at Harry eagerly.
"How dare you speak out and slander him with your bastard tongue!"
"fainted"
Bellatrix screamed, raised her wand and fired a beam of red light.
...
Some people died, but not completely...
