94 Diagon Alley

    It fell to the ground with a clatter, and then fell on its back towards the bell-shaped glass cover behind her. Harry thought he would slam into the solid glass and slide down the bell glass to the floor. However, his head sank through the bell glass as if it were just a soap bubble, and then he became motionless and lay stretched out on the table with his head sunk in the shimmering bell in a glass cover.

    "The wand is flying!" Hermione shouted, and Harry's wand flew into her hand from a dark corner and she threw it to Harry. "Thanks," Harry said, "OK, let's get out of here—"

    "Watch out!" said Neville in horror, staring at the Death Eater with his head in the bell. The three raised their wands again, but no one hit him: they all stared at the change in the head with their mouths open. It was shrinking rapidly, becoming more and more bald, the black hair and stubble retracted into its head, its cheeks smoothed, its head rounded and covered with downy... just eating to death As he struggled to get back on his feet, a baby's head grew grotesquely around his thick, muscular neck; however, just as they were stunned, the head began to swell to its former size, Thick black hair grows again from the top of the head and chin...

    "It's time," Hermione said in a fearful voice, "time..."

    The Death Eater shook his ugly head again, trying to make himself sober, but before he could cheer up, his head began to shrink back into babyhood again...nearby room There was a shout, followed by a crash and a scream.

    "Ron?" Harry shouted, turning immediately from the bizarre phenomenon in front of him, "Ginny? Gwen? Luna?"

    "Harry!" Hermione screamed.

    The Death Eater had pulled his head out of the bell glass, and he looked very strange, the little baby head was screaming, and the thick arms were waving around, very It was dangerous, and it almost hit Harry, who had ducked his head to avoid it. Harry raised his wand, but to his surprise, Hermione grabbed his arm.

    "You can't hurt a baby!"

    There was no time to argue about this; Harry heard more footsteps coming from the Hall of Prophecy, louder and louder, and realized he shouldn't be shouting so loudly, Their location was revealed, but it was too late.

    "Come here!" he greeted. The door on the other end of the room was open, leading to the black hallway, and they ran towards it quickly, leaving the rickety Death Eater with the ugly baby head behind him.

    They were halfway there when Harry saw through the open door two other Death Eaters running towards them through the black room; A dark, messy little office, slammed the door behind them shut.

    "Hurry up—" Hermione said, but before she could finish the spell, the door burst open and the two Death Eaters rushed in.

    With the cheers of victory, both of them shouted: "There are many obstacles!"

    Harry, Hermione, and Neville were all knocked out; Neville was thrown behind a desk and disappeared; Hermione crashed into a bookshelf, and the thick books poured down, immediately burying her now; Harry slammed the back of his head against the stone wall behind him, Venus shot straight into his eyes, and for a moment he was dizzy and unable to do anything.

    "We got him!" cried the Death Eater closest to Harry, "in an office. From—"

    "Silence!" Hermione shouted, and the Death Eater's voice disappeared. Through the hole in the mask, he was still moving his mouth, but there was no sound, and his accomplice pushed him aside.

    "All petrified!" Harry shouted as the second Death Eater raised his wand. The Death Eater's arms and legs snapped together, and he fell facedown on the carpet at Harry's feet, stiff as a plank, unable to move.

    "Great, ha-"

    The Death Eater who had just been stunned by Hermione suddenly waved his wand, and something like a purple flame penetrated Hermione's chest, Hermione seemed to be surprised and gently "Oh" With a bang, he slumped to the ground and didn't move.

    "Hermione!"

    Harry hurriedly knelt beside her, and Neville scrambled over from under the table, wand held in front of him. As soon as the Death Eaters saw Neville, they kicked him hard in the head - one kick broke Neville's wand and kicked him in the face. Neville screamed in pain, covered his mouth and nose and shrank back. Harry turned to raise his wand and saw that the Death Eater had ripped off his mask and was pointing his wand at him. Harry recognized the pale, twisted face of Antonin Dolokhov, the wizard who had killed the Prewetts, according to the Daily Prophet.

    Dolokhov grinned. His free finger pointed to the prophecy ball still in Harry's hand, then to himself, then to Hermione. Although he was speechless, his meaning couldn't be more clear: give me the prophecy ball, or you will end up with her...

    "Hand over the Prophecy Ball and you'll kill us all!" Harry said. There was a panic in Harry's mind, and he couldn't think normally. He put a hand on Hermione's shoulder, still feeling her warmth, but he didn't dare look at her at all. Never let her die, never let her die, it's all my fault if she dies...

    "Don't do what you do, Harry," said Neville excitedly from under the table, his hands hanging down a little, and it was obvious that his nose had been kicked off. Blood was dripping down his mouth and chin, "Don't give it to him (don't give it to him)!"

    Then there was a bang outside the door, Dolokhov looked back - a Death Eater with a baby head appeared at the door, his head screamed, and huge fists out of control were thrown around everything swung past. Harry seized the opportunity: "All petrified!"

     Before Dolokhov could resist, the spell hit him. He threw himself forward, laying on top of his accomplices, both of them stiff as planks, motionless.

    "Hermione," Harry shook Hermione immediately, when the baby-headed Death Eater stumbled out of sight again, "Hermione, wake up..."

    "What did he do to her?" Neville said, crawling over from under the table and kneeling on the other side of Hermione, blood was dripping from his rapidly swollen nose gushing out.

    "I don't know..."

    Neville groped for Hermione's wrist.

    "About (have) a pulse, Harry, I might (surely)."

    Harry breathed a deep sigh of relief, feeling a little dizzy for a moment.

    "She's still alive?"

    "Yes, I (think) yes."

    None of them said a word, Harry tried his best to listen to what was going on around him, but all he could hear was whimpering and stumbling, it was the baby-headed Death Eater in the next room issued.

    "Neville, we're not far from the exit," Harry whispered, "just next door to the round house... If you can get through there to find the right door before the other Death Eaters arrive, I Dare you take Hermione down the hallway, into the lift...and then, you can find someone...call the police..."

    "Then what are you doing?" Neville said, wiping his bleeding nose with his sleeve, frowning at Harry.

    "I'm going to find someone else," Harry said.

    "But, Hermione—"

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      Raised it on Neville's shoulders.

    "Wait a minute," Harry said, grabbing Hermione's wand from the ground and stuffing it in Neville's hand, "you better take this." , Neville kicked his broken wand aside. "My grandma had to kill Wu (my)," he said inarticulately, blood dripping from his nose, "La (that) was left by my father."

    Harry stuck his head out of the door and looked around carefully. The Death Eater with the baby's head was still there screaming loudly, banging and banging things around. He knocked down the grandfather clock, overturned the table, and cried in confusion. The closet with the glass front door behind them continued to fall and shatter before returning to the wall to automatically reset itself, Harry reckoned that there was sometimes a switch in there. "He won't pay attention to us," Harry whispered. "Come... follow me..."

    They crept out of the office and walked towards the door leading to the black foyer, which now seemed to be empty. They took a few steps forward, and Neville walked a little wobbly with Hermione on their backs; the door to the Time Hall closed behind them, and the surrounding walls began to turn again. The blow to the back of Harry's head just now seemed to blind him. He narrowed his eyes and wobbled slightly until the wall stopped turning again. He sank sharply when he found that the burning x-words Hermione had left on the door were gone.

    "Now where do you think you should go—"

    They haven't had time to decide