The Shopkeeper of All Worlds in the British Wizarding World

Chapter 441: Prophecy Ball

After entering the house, Ryan found that this place was very similar to the Hall of Prophecy in the movie. The room was as tall as a church, and it was filled with towering shelves filled with small gray glass balls, and there was a yellowed label under each glass ball. There was nothing else.

The light source of the room comes from candles in candlesticks embedded in the shelves at certain intervals. Like the black circular hall, the candles here also emit blue light. Coupled with the completely different silence from the house outside, it makes people feel that this house seems as cold as the wilderness on a snowy day.

Harry took the lead and ran to the right along the silver numbers under the candlesticks, because he remembered that the position in the dream was in row 97. At this time, Ryan, who was at the end, half-knelt under the cover of Hermione, put the box in his hand on the ground, and then opened the box.

There were eight gems on the box. Each time you pressed a gem before opening it, the corresponding puppet would be released. After a few seconds, all eight puppets stood in front of Ryan.

"This time the target is much stronger than the last vampire, so you'd better work together. If you are not sure, it is better to let it go than to force it. In short, concealment is the most important thing this time, and you are only allowed to take action when you can be sure of a fatal blow. When you see the mysterious man or Dumbledore appear, you must leave here immediately, and then the rose crystal will open the door for you to return to your world."

"Understood." The little puppets all agreed, and then they all did a skirt-lifting salute in unison. Then they flew up to the shelf and disappeared.

"We need to run faster, or we won't be able to catch up with Harry and the others." Hermione said quickly as she watched the puppets gradually disappear into the darkness on the rooftop. When they ran to row 97, they heard Harry shouting loudly, "Oh my God, someone can save him, he's covered in blood."

Ryan quickly pushed away the Weasley twins who were blocking his way and found Harry kneeling on the ground, with Sirius lying in front of him, covered in blood and with a pale face.

"He's fine." Ryan used his wand to release a ray of green light to sprinkle on Sirius for examination, and said to Harry after sensing the information fed back by magic. "He was hit by three or four Cruciatus Curses and has some injuries on his body, but these can be recovered. I will try to wake him up first. But he is very weak now, and even after he wakes up, he may need someone to take him with him." After hearing this, Harry's face looked much better.

What Ryan didn't say was that through his examination, he could confirm that the person lying here was Sirius from body to soul, and he had not been replaced by anyone. This was better than the worst situation he had imagined.

But Ryan could understand what was going on. As the second generation Dark Lord, Voldemort was always a little arrogant and conceited. He didn't think that a few underage wizards could take an adult wizard who had basically lost the ability to take care of himself and escape from him and his Death Eaters. So he naturally disdained to do things like disguise and sneak attack that were beneath his status.

On the other hand, Sirius, who cannot recover in a short time, can be used to slow down their pace and increase Voldemort's chances of winning. If they find someone to impersonate him, it would be terrible if they miss and Harry and the others find out that Sirius is a fake and run away.

After all, Harry and his friends were just students, and running away from the Death Eaters was the most natural choice. Harry had successfully escaped from Voldemort twice before, so it was understandable that Voldemort and his friends would make more preparations this time.

Thinking that a large group of Death Eaters were lying in ambush around him, Ryan couldn't help but look around vigilantly. But he saw nothing but darkness.

Since the ambushers haven't come out yet, it's important to wake Sirius up first. After waking him up, everyone will at least know what happened here.

"Resurrection of Life" Ryan pointed his wand at Sirius and recited a Quenya spell. A mixed red and green light flew out from Ryan's wand and sprinkled on Sirius.

These rays of light were quickly absorbed by Sirius' skin. Under the nourishment of these magical powers full of natural and life force, his skin began to slowly regain some color, and the wounds on his body healed. Finally, Sirius' eyelids began to tremble slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes. "Sirius, you're awake." Harry said excitedly, with a smile on his face.

Sirius's eyes first rolled around, as if he was looking for something. Then he narrowed his eyes and looked at Harry, with a nervous look on his face. His lips moved vigorously, as if he wanted to say something to Harry.

Harry bent down and put his ear close to Sirius' mouth. He heard him say in a hoarse and weak voice, "Why are you here? Hurry, get out of here quickly, this is a trap."

"What, a trap?" Harry looked up in astonishment, only to find that more than twenty shadows appeared around them in an instant, blocking their way on both sides; these people's eyes were shining through the gaps in their hoods, and more than twenty wands with glowing tips were aimed at their hearts.

"Okay, Harry. Take down the glass ball with your name on it from the shelf next to you and hand it to me. Otherwise, you, your friends, and your godfather will all die here together." A deliberately lowered voice came from the shadow under a hood, but Ryan recognized it as Lucius Malfoy.

Harry guessed that each crystal ball here might correspond to a corresponding person, and only designated people could take these glass balls from the shelf. In this way, the purpose of being lured here by Voldemort and his gang became clear. This crystal ball might be the secret weapon that Voldemort was looking for to defeat them.

It was clear, but Harry had no choice now. It seemed that they could not break through the Death Eaters' encirclement with Sirius, and he certainly would not abandon Sirius.

Harry could only look at the Death Eaters hiding under their hoods with a stubborn look. Perhaps out of some concerns, the Death Eaters only pointed their wands at them but did nothing. However, he also knew that this stalemate was meaningless. If he did not react in a short period of time, these Death Eaters might use other methods to make him surrender once their patience ran out, and more people would be hurt at that time.

Just when he was anxious, he suddenly saw Ryan half-kneeling beside Sirius, pouring some medicine into Sirius' mouth with the help of several classmates. When he found Harry looking at him, he made a mouth shape to buy time.

Harry suddenly realized that Ryan, as a master alchemist, might have medicine that could cure Sirius in a short time. And he hoped that he could buy enough time for Sirius to recover. In this way, it would be better than the current situation anyway.

"Is this the glass ball you want?" Harry asked. Several Death Eaters laughed; among the dark figures on Harry's left, a harsh female voice said triumphantly: "The Dark Lord always predicts things! So you should do what we say quickly, or I will be happy for you to give me a chance to torture pure-blood scum and mudbloods."

Harry walked towards the row of shelves reluctantly, and heard Lucius Malfoy say from behind: "Yes, it's at the level of your eyes. You can see your name and the name of the great Dark Lord on the note under the glass ball."

Harry saw the glass ball, with his and Voldemort's names written on it, and a date sixteen years ago. He hesitated for a moment and thought, "What the hell, just go for it," so he held the dirty little ball. He thought it was cold, but on the contrary, it felt as if it had been left in the sun for hours, as if it was warmed by its own light. He took the glass ball off the shelf easily.

"Hand over the prophecy, there's no need to get anyone hurt." Malfoy said coldly.

(End of this chapter)