Chapter 698： lost prophecy

Voldemort walked down the dark, cool corridor of the Department of Mysteries, accompanied by two men, one of whom was Pierce Hinckness, the recently appointed Minister of the Ministry of Magic.

The new minister was now bowing slightly, following Voldemort respectfully, and deliberately trailing half a position.

Another half-person who was equally backward, his name was Yaxley, was a Death Eater serving in the Division of Magical Law Enforcement, and after Sinkness became Minister, he took over the position of Deputy Director.

At the same time, he is also the culprit behind the Imperius Curse on Sinkenis.

The security guards at the Ministry of Magic have already been arranged by Sinkness tonight. They are either Death Eaters or they are controlled by the Imperius Curse, so Voldemort and his party did not encounter any obstacles at all, and came to the Department of Mysteries. Hall of Prophecy.

"You are waiting for me outside," Voldemort ordered.

"Yes, Master." Sinkenis and Yaxley responded in unison, and then stayed outside the door honestly.

Voldemort pushed open the door of the Hall of Prophecy and walked into the room he had seen many times in the memory of others, but for the first time in person.

It was as high as a church, and it was filled with tall shelves, on which were many small, dusty glass spheres. The glass globes gleamed dimly against the blue-lit ledge candlesticks between the shelves.

Although it was the first time, in the memories of others, Voldemort had walked here countless times. He didn't need to look up at the number on the shelf at all. After entering the door, he turned directly to the right.

After passing the rows of shelves, Voldemort stopped, and only then did he move his gaze to the top of the shelves, confirming that he was indeed in the ninety-seventh row, and took a few steps inside.

"That's it..."

Voldemort no longer suppressed the joy in his heart, and looked at a gray glass ball on the shelf.

Although it was covered with dust, it seemed that no one had touched it for many years, but there was a faint light from inside.

On the shelf under the dusty glass globe, there was a yellowed label. A date about sixteen years ago was written on the label in slender handwriting, followed by:

S.P.T.-to-A.P.W.B.D.

The Dark Lord and (?) Harry Potter

Voldemort smiled lowly, did not immediately go to get the prophecy ball, but said to himself: "You should be watching now, right? This time, it is not a picture I made up for you, then , watch, and wait in endless terror...Harry Potter!"

After speaking, he reached out and grabbed the prophecy ball.

Harry Potter, who was far away from Blake's ancestral house, woke up with a start. He touched his forehead. The scar was completely painless, and there was no sign of his brain being invaded...

But thinking of the nature of the connection between him and Voldemort that Dumbledore once told him made Harry even more worried.

Because this means that Voldemort really got the prophecy ball.

Damn it! Even with a change of ministers, the Ministry of Magic will not be able to do anything at all!

Harry, who didn't see Sinkness's respectful attitude, thumped the bed hard, then rushed out of his room in his pajamas and ran towards Sirius.

By the time Harry broke the bad news to Sirius and the rest of the Order, Voldemort had returned to Malfoy Manor with the orb.

"Don't let anyone disturb me!" As soon as he returned to the manor, he quickly ordered: "Batti, Bella, you two are guarding the outside, and no one is allowed to approach!"

"Yes Master!"

Barty Jr. and Bellatrix were Voldemort's most ardent followers, and they were thrilled even if they were just guarding Voldemort's door.

The two of them clenched their wands and stood faithfully outside the door.

After Voldemort entered the room, he quickly cast a spell in it to completely isolate it from the outside world, and then he activated the prophecy ball.

Two figures fluttering like smoke and as white as ghosts appeared in front of Voldemort. One of them looked familiar to him, and it was Albus Dumbledore.

When he saw Dumbledore's figure, Voldemort's pale face showed a very obvious disgust, and then he looked away from Dumbledore's influence and looked at the man he was not familiar with, and even did not know at all. on an unknown woman.

It was a figure wrapped in a shawl, her eyes were magnified many times by the lenses, and they were terrifyingly large.

Fifteen years ago, Sybill Trelawney was not much different from now, but looked younger.

When she spoke, it wasn't the usual mysterious and ethereal voice, but the low, hoarse voice Harry had heard once during the final exam of the Divination class:

"The man who has the power to defeat the Dark Lord is near... Born to someone who has resisted him three times, at the end of July... The Dark Lord will mark him as his rival, but he will have the Dark Lord not The power of knowing...one of them must die at the hands of the other, for neither can live, only one survives...the one who has the power to defeat the Dark Lord will be born at the end of July..."

As Trelawney's voice fell, her and Dumbledore's voices quickly became transparent, and eventually disappeared.

"That's it...that's it..."

Voldemort murmured to himself that after fully understanding the full picture of the prophecy, he finally understood why he failed in the past, because the very act of attacking Harry Potter was fulfilling the content of the prophecy.

And he also thought that the person who met the first half of the prophecy was not the only one Harry Potter, but he did not hesitate to choose this little baby who was of the same blood as himself, and even went to Snape because of this. Broken.

But things about Snape just flashed in Voldemort's head. He didn't think it was a big deal at all. He was just a woman. With his "gift" to Snape, he should have forgotten it long ago. That mudblood.

Putting this "boring" problem behind him, Voldemort finally figured out what to do with Harry Potter - he had to do it himself, just as he did when he was first resurrected.

And the flashback spell he caused when he fought Harry, after sending someone to Ollivander to ask about it, Voldemort already knew that his wand and Harry's wand were "brothers", which caused this situation The reason is obviously also related to the lightning scar he left on Harry's forehead.

So, all he needs to do is change a wand...

"Owner!"

Bellatrix and Barty Jr stepped forward to greet Voldemort as soon as they noticed that Voldemort had come out.

"Yeah." Voldemort responded sullenly, and said, "Where is Lucius now? Let him come to the study to meet me."

A few minutes later, Lucius came to his study and knelt in front of Voldemort.

"Master, what are your orders?"

Lucius pressed his forehead tightly to the ground and asked respectfully.

After he told Voldemort about his lost journal, his standing in the Death Eater camp plummeted.

Although there are still people who will continue to be friendly with themselves in the past friendship, more people are thinking about how to replace their status in the Death Eaters Bella, this crazy woman, is more It's ignoring the affection between her and Narcissa, and holding a grudge against herself...

Because the diary originally belonged to Bella, Lucius lost it, making her think Voldemort would blame her for it.

If Lucius had not secretly betrayed Voldemort, he would definitely be suffocated... Of course, even so, he would still feel aggrieved now.

"Your wand, Lucius. I want your wand," Voldemort said straight to the point.

"Master?" Lucius raised his head in surprise.

Then he met Voldemort's scarlet eyes.

Lucius hurriedly lowered his head again, pulled a wand from his robe, and handed it to Voldemort respectfully.

Voldemort raised his wand in front of his red eyes and examined it carefully.

"What did it do?"

"Elm's, master." Lucius replied in a low voice.

"Where's the wand core?"

"Fire dragon - the heart nerve of a fire dragon."

"Very well," said Voldemort. He pulled out his wand and compared the length.

Lucius Malfoy moved involuntarily, and for a split second he seemed to expect Voldemort to trade his wand for his. But soon, he suppressed this stupid thought.

After betraying Voldemort, he saw the character of this "master" more clearly.

And Voldemort also noticed his performance, and nodded with satisfaction to Lucius' knowledge.

"It's none of your business here, leave."

"Yes, Master."

Lucius Malfoy stood up from the ground, bowed his head respectfully, bent his waist, stared straight at the ground, and left the study backwards.

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