Looking at the place where the silver lynx disappeared, Dumbledore fell into a brief silence.
Once upon a time, Harry became mature and was no longer the reckless child. This change made him feel a little relieved and guilty. The child really had to bear too much.
However, Dumbledore was unable to rush over to provide support immediately because he had just received important news from Albert.
The Aurors discovered Voldemort's lair and went out in full force to encircle and destroy Voldemort.
This was undoubtedly Albert's work, and only he could find Voldemort's hiding place so accurately.
Although Dumbledore was curious about how the child did it.
Rely on divination
Although he didn't know how to tell fortunes, he knew several famous fortune tellers and was well aware of how unreliable fortune telling was.
However, everyone has their own secrets, and Dumbledore wouldn't be stupid enough to explore this matter.
It is enough for both sides to reach an agreement on how to deal with Voldemort.
All signs indicate that Albert is a good person, as can be seen from the "Self-Defense Guide". That book is very valuable to most wizards who are not yet prepared to deal with future changes.
Send a message to the Aurors.
He probably guessed the significance of Anderson's actions. Allowing Voldemort to hide in the dark was indeed a great threat. Especially since Minister of Magic Fudge's style of doing things had made him an accomplice of Voldemort to a large extent.
As for why Albert told him the news, it was because he hoped he could rush to reinforce them, and he probably didn't want the Aurors to suffer heavy losses.
When Dumbledore rushed to reinforce, the battle over there was already over, leaving only a ruin. Judging from the traces of dark magic left on the ground, it should be the Fiendfyre Curse.
The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic had apparently fought Voldemort.
This should be considered good news!
At the very least, Fudge might no longer be able to conceal the fact that Voldemort had been resurrected.
"I hope Harry can destroy the prophecy successfully too." Dumbledore muttered to himself while looking to the south. He really didn't want Voldemort to know the full content of the prophecy.
…
At this moment, in the abandoned telephone booth leading to the Ministry of Magic, Harry was making a call.
Not long ago, Harry learned from Sirius that Dumbledore had received the news and said that he would go directly to the Ministry of Magic for reinforcements, so he began to take action.
He had been in 12 Grimmauld Place for too long, and if he didn't rush to the Ministry of Magic, it would easily arouse the suspicion of the Death Eaters.
So Harry, Hermione and Ron rode on their broomsticks and "hurried" to the Ministry of Magic.
The illusion of flying from Hogwarts to the Ministry of Magic was created with the help of the Felicis, and all three of them showed superb acting skills that all actors would envy.
It’s a pity that Lucius Malfoy seemed to have forgotten to leave someone on guard.
After the telephone booth elevator stopped, Harry glanced at the empty Ministry of Magic and curled his lips. He was not surprised by the Death Eaters clearing out the place.
"I really don't know what's going on in the minds of Death Eaters." Harry turned a corner and walked behind the security check counter, and indeed found the security guard who had been knocked unconscious.
"Why didn't Voldemort come and get it himself? He must have a way to take the prophecy without anyone knowing."
This is actually the doubt in the minds of the members of the Order of the Phoenix.
"Maybe the You-Know-Who just wants to find something for his Death Eaters to do." Ron didn't care about these things. Various signs from the Ministry of Magic indicated that this was a trap carefully prepared by the Death Eaters, and they were about to fall into the trap.
Hermione reminded, "Harry, we should go."
The three of them didn't seem nervous at all and looked like they were here for sightseeing in the Ministry of Magic. This was due to the strong confidence brought on by taking the Felicis Felicis.
In fact, the only dangerous part of the whole plan is not getting the prophecy ball, but after the battle breaks out.
Although members of the Order of the Phoenix would inflict heavy damage on the Death Eaters through sneak attacks as soon as possible, there was no guarantee that the Death Eaters who were forced into a desperate situation would not take any drastic actions.
"I've always felt that Voldemort and the Death Eaters were not in their right minds."
As they rode the elevator, Harry muttered, "Maybe the inbreeding has made them all crazy."
"Marriage between close relatives is indeed very bad. The mortality rate of offspring is high, and there are often dementia, deformed children and patients with genetic diseases. They lack rationality and become irritable and violent." Hermione agreed with Harry's words. She had read similar books before. "At the beginning, Albert was right to suspect that the birth of some dark wizards was related to marriage between close relatives."
"Really?" Ron was a little surprised.
"Muggles have done detailed research on this. In fact, Muggles prohibit marriage between close relatives." Hermione felt that wizards were just like the royal families in Europe, marrying each other and eventually ruining themselves.
As the elevator stopped, a cold woman's voice rang out: "Department of Mysteries."
The three of them opened the fence and walked forward.
"I've been having nightmares about this corridor, but I didn't expect to be here now." Harry raised his wand, exchanged glances with his two friends beside him, and walked towards the black door in front.
"I remember that Sturgis fell on this door." Hermione looked at the black door in front of her and analyzed, "Since the Death Eaters intend to let us in to get the prophecy, there shouldn't be any problem with this door."
"Let me go first."
Ron grunted and stepped forward to push open the black door. Someone had to try. Harry could be ruled out directly. Hermione was better at dealing with unexpected situations than him.
Moreover, there was no intuition warning, which meant that this door was not dangerous.
It turns out that Ron's intuition is quite reliable.
"They saved us a lot of trouble."
Harry put his hand on Ron's shoulder and walked through the door first. Even if he was in danger, the Death Eaters would not kill him immediately, but that might not be the case for others.
"Come in"
Harry found himself standing in a huge round room. He immediately looked around and made sure there was no danger before speaking to Hermione and Ron outside.
"Remember not to close the door, we may have to evacuate from here later." Hermione looked at the retreat route and seemed to be still uneasy, so she made a mark on the door.
There is no way. All the doors here look exactly the same. If you don’t mark them, it would be fatal to choose the wrong door at a critical moment.
"Why didn't they leave any marks for us? Did they think we couldn't see such an obvious trap?"
"This must be a trap prepared by the Death Eaters specifically targeting your character weaknesses." Kings analyzed.
Members of the Order of the Phoenix conceal themselves under the Disillusionment Charm.
"My weakness?" Harry was a little surprised.
"Like saving people," Hermione reminded.
"Does that count?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
However, he admitted that Hermione had a point. If he had not known about it in advance, he might have fallen into the Death Eaters' despicable trap.
"Thanks Anderson," Harry muttered.
"This is not a good place for fighting." Sirius also walked in from outside.
"Perhaps, we can lead them into other rooms." Lupin looked around the twelve rooms.
"Or, we can fight directly in the Hall of Prophecy." Mad-Eye looked at the doors ahead and frowned slightly. "These doors block the vision of the magic eye."
"We can only try one by one."
"What about the plan to lure Voldemort out?" Harry asked with a frown.
"At least we have caught those damn Death Eaters. As for Voldemort, I think Albert will definitely find a way to expose him. We don't need to worry about this matter from beginning to end." Sirius patted Harry's shoulder and comforted him, "Even if there is really no way, the worst that can happen is that we can just hide and watch Fudge suffer."
This matter was arranged clearly from beginning to end, so Sirius was not worried about any accidents at all, not to mention that Dumbledore would soon come to reinforce.
"Okay, Potter, it's time to start!" Moody pointed to the black door ahead and reminded, "Remember to act more convincingly and buy more time for everyone."
"I know what to do." Harry reached out and gently pushed the black door in front of him. The door was easily pushed open. The inside was square with a depression in the center, like a huge stone pit.
Stone steps circled the room, descending like stone benches, like the courtroom Harry had been to before. At the bottom stood an old, tattered arch with some tattered curtains hanging above it.
"Not here, I always feel that this place is dangerous, we'd better stay away from it." Harry muttered, "I just heard a strange sound."
"You're right, I feel the same way." Sirius nodded in agreement.
Everyone exited the strange room and tried to push open other rooms, this time a room full of clocks.
Then they opened a room full of water tanks.
"What's that?" muttered Ron.
"Brain, it's disgusting."
"It seems that this door won't open."
"Make a mark first."
On his fifth push on the black door, Harry finally found the place: a cathedral-like room lined with tall shelves filled with little grey prophecies, and nothing else.
"This is a good place to fight," Tonks said in a low voice, and was glared at by Mad-Eye, who raised his finger to signal everyone to keep quiet.
Everyone raised their wands, ready to fight at any time. They had all taken a small amount of Felicis, and their intuition told them that there was an ambush.
However, it is hard to say who is ambushing whom now.
"Harry, do you know the exact location?" Hermione asked in a low voice.
"I think it was... row 97."
Harry walked slowly in the dark passage between two rows of shelves, looking down at the silver numbers flashing under the racks while listening carefully to the sounds around him.
There was no sound, and no sense of movement, but Harry knew that the Death Eaters were definitely inside, hiding themselves with the Disillusionment Charm.
However, Harry is not worried now. The Death Eaters will never act rashly before he gets the prophecy.
Harry suddenly felt a little excited about what expressions the Death Eaters would have when they realized that they had fallen into someone else's trap.
However, Harry still acted very nervous and seemed to be looking around for Sirius.
"Harry?"
With the help of Felicis, Hermione showed amazing acting skills, "I-I don't think Sirius is here."
"This is impossible, I saw it with my own eyes..."
"Harry, this... your name is on it." Ron reminded hesitantly. He knew that once Harry picked up the prophecy, the battle would break out completely.
"My name?"
Harry turned his head to look in the direction Ron pointed and found the prophecy ball that needed to be destroyed, which meant... the Death Eaters were nearby
“Found it.”
Harry was destined to an abnormal area in the darkness. The Death Eaters were standing not far away, trying to surround the three of them from the front and back.
When Harry reached out his hand, Hermione suddenly shrieked, "Harry, I don't think you should touch it."
"This is most likely something Voldemort sent Sirius to fetch. I may need to use him."
Harry reached out and grabbed the dirty little ball on the shelf and took the glass ball off the shelf. Harry did not look at the contents of the crystal ball, but was alert to possible attacks at any time.
"Very good, Potter, give it to me." A lazy voice sounded from behind their right. Lucius Malfoy did not take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack. Instead, he appeared in an extremely arrogant manner, as if he was sure of victory.
Several Death Eaters blocked the three's escape route, pointing their wands at them.
"Give it to me, Potter," Lucius Malfoy repeated slowly.
"Where is Sirius?" Harry demanded. He needed to attract the Death Eaters' attention and buy time for the Order of the Phoenix members.
Twelve Death Eaters.
Harry's side does not have the advantage in numbers, so the initial sneak attack is important.
This group of guys need to snatch the prophecy ball, so they will never launch an attack rashly at the beginning. This is their advantage.
"The Dark Lord always predicts everything!" Bella said proudly.
"Give me the prophecy, Potter." Lucius Malfoy looked confident of victory. "You can't escape."
"I want to know where Sirius is!" Harry repeated, giving Ron and Hermione a look that prepared them for action.
"You should understand the difference between reality and dreams, Potter." Malfoy said sarcastically, "Hand over the prophecy. I don't think you want your friend to get hurt."
"It seems that Voldemort wants it. If it breaks, I dare say Voldemort will definitely be unhappy." Harry pointed his wand at the prophecy ball in his hand.
"Don't play tricks on us, Potter," said Malfoy fiercely. "You're cornered. If you destroy it, all your friends will die here."
"Are you sure?" Harry sneered.
"What?" Malfoy suddenly had a bad feeling.
"The sound fell to the ground!"
The three of them pointed their wands at the shelf in front of them where the prophecies were stored, letting them smash into the group of unfortunate Death Eaters, buying time for Harry and the other two.
At the same time, members of the Order of the Phoenix also launched sneak attacks on selected Death Eaters, and Harry and the other two took the opportunity to disappear from the Death Eaters' attack range.
“Damn it!”
Lucius Malfoy's mind went blank, and after a brief moment of daze, he finally realized that he had been ambushed by the Order of the Phoenix. From the beginning, Potter saw through their plan and used it against them.
"How stupid! You didn't think Voldemort's stupid plan could fool me!" Harry's voice came from behind a nearby shelf. He did not forget to verbally attack Malfoy to relieve the pressure on other members of the Order of the Phoenix.
"Shut up!" Bella screamed. "How dare you defile it with your bastard tongue."
"Voldemort himself is a bastard?" Harry laughed without scruples. "His mother is a wizard, but his father is a Muggle. Has he always told you that he is a pureblood?"