94 Diagon Alley

    Behind the fountain. Her return hit the handsome wizard in the head, knocking his head off and dropping it twenty feet away, carving a long scratch into the wooden floor.

    "Never used the Unforgivables, did you, boy?" she shouted, not in that baby falsetto, "You need to give them evil powers, Potter! You need to actually create pain - to be able to use it well - legitimate anger can't do me for long - let me show you an example, how about it? I'm going to give you some color —”

    Harry moved slowly along the fountain on the other side. "Gouging out the bone!" Bellatrix screamed, Harry had to squat down again, the centaur's bow-holding arm was blown away, and a thud landed near the golden one. A little farther from the wizard's head.

    "Potter, you can't beat me!" she shouted.

    Harry could hear her moving to the right to aim him more clearly. He was curled up behind the centaurs' legs, his head just as high as the house-elf. He stepped back around the statue, trying to distance himself from her.

    "I was and still is the Dark Lord's most loyal servant. I learned dark magic from him, and I know the power of spells is something that a poor little like you should never expect achieved-"

    "Pass out!" Harry yelled. Harry had moved to the right where the goblin was standing - it was standing there, looking up at the now headless wizard, and Harry aimed at Bellatrix's back, who was peeking down the fountain. . She countered so quickly that Harry barely had time to dodge.

    "Armor!"

    The red stun spell he had cast turned around and bounced back at him, Harry hurriedly ducked back behind the fountain, and one of the goblin's ears flew out.

    "Potter, now give you a chance!" Bellatrix shouted, "Give me the prophecy ball - roll it to me on the ground - I will spare You are not dead!"

    "Yeah, it looks like I'm going to die because it's broken!" Harry was roaring, a sharp pain flicked across his forehead, and his scar was burning hot again. He felt a surge of intense anger that had nothing to do with his own. "He knows!" said Harry, with a manic laugh that rivaled Bellatrix's, "your dear old buddy Voldemort knows the prophecy ball is broken! He won't be pleased with you, isn't it?"

    "What? What do you mean?" she shouted, panic in her voice for the first time.

    "As I dragged Neville up the steps, it shattered! Guess what Voldemort would say about this?"

    His scars were burning, the pain was unbearable...he was tearing up...

    "Liar!" she screamed, but now he heard fear in her anger, "It's in your hands, Potter, you'll give it to me! The prophecy ball is coming! The prophecy ball is coming!"

    Harry laughed again because he knew it would **** her off, the pain in his forehead was getting worse and he felt like his skull was about to explode. He stretched out a hand from behind the one-eared leprechaun and shook it twice, then pulled back immediately, and another green light shot at him.

    "There's nothing here!" he shouted, "there's nothing to summon! It's broken and no one hears what it says, tell your boss!"

    "No!" She was still screaming, "It's not true, you're lying to me! Master, I tried my best, I tried my best—don't punish me—"

    "Stop wasting your tongue!" Harry shouted, frowning to ease the pain of his scar, now worse than ever, "You're calling him here. Can't hear it!"

    "Can't I hear, Potter?" said an angry cold voice.

    In another room, the Death Eaters had been almost killed by Dumbledore and a few members of the Order of the Phoenix. Gwen and Neville were guarding Sirius, Lupin searched every room for Harry, and Bill, who arrived halfway, found Hermione and Ron, and was preparing to cover the students' escape through the fireplace with Cedric.

    Dumbledore pursed his lips at Malfoy, who was also pale and blond. After a while, he seemed to have made up his mind, and suddenly shouted: "I did everything a Malfoy can do!"

    Gwen didn't understand, and neither did the Death Eaters, but Dumbledore seemed to pause. He clenched his crooked nose and stared at Malfoy for a moment with a complex, in Gwen's eyes, a look of contempt. Finally said in a gentle voice, "Then, Azkaban is your best home."

    Surprisingly, old Malfoy lowered his proud head and seemed quite satisfied with the outcome. The other captured Death Eaters were still struggling to escape, determined not to return to Azkaban.

    Gwen, who was moving, suddenly stopped, her face could be described as hideous. Facing Bill, a blood vessel near Gwen's temple twitched and said only one sentence - "Someone is coming." Then, the witch, who had persisted all night, fell straight to the ground.

    Neville was about to catch her when he found that Dumbledore in the room disappeared instantly.

    Tall, thin, wearing a black mask, with a terrifying snake-like face pale and haggard, with slit-like scarlet eyes staring... Voldemort appeared in the center of the hall, His wand was pointed at Harry, who stood stiffly, unable to move.

    "So, you broke my prophecy?" said Voldemort softly, staring at Harry with his scarlet, grim eyes, "No, Bella, he's not lying. ...I see the truth looking at me from his worthless head...months of preparation, months of hard work...my Death Eaters let Harry get in my way again..."

    "Sorry, master, I didn't know, I was fighting Animagus Black!" Bellatrix sobbed. Voldemort approached slowly, and she quickly fell at his feet. "Master, you know—"

    "Quiet, Bella," said Voldemort horribly, "I'll take care of you later! Do you think I came to the Ministry to hear you cry and apologize?"

    "I have nothing to tell you, Potter," said Voldemort again calmly, "for a long time you have been making trouble for me, Avada!"

    Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (Part 2)

    Harry couldn't even open his mouth to resist, his mind was blank, his wand was aimed at the floor, useless.

    Suddenly, the headless golden wizard statue in the fountain came to life, he jumped off the pedestal and landed on the floor between Harry and Voldemort with a thud, spreading his arms to protect Harry , the spell just brushed past his chest.

    "What—?" Voldemort yelled, looking around, then he gasped, "Dumbledore!"

    Harry looked behind him, heart pounding. Dumbledore was standing in front of the golden gate.

    Voldemort raised his wand, and a green light approached Dumbledore, Dumbledore turned and ducked like a gust of wind. A second later, he reappeared behind Voldemort, waving his wand at the remaining statues in the fountain. Another statue is alive. The wizard charged at Bellatrix, who screamed and fired spells, but to no avail. It pounced, pinning Bellatrix firmly to the floor. At the same time, the goblins and house-elves sprinted towards the fireplace built into the wall, and the one-armed centaurs galloped at Voldemort, who disappeared, and then reappeared by the pool. When Dumbledore attacked Voldemort, the golden centaurs jogged around the two of them, and the headless statue pushed Harry behind him, avoiding the fight.

    "It would be foolish to come here tonight, Tom," said Dumbledore quietly, "the Aurors are on their way—"

    "When I'm done, when are you dead!" Voldemort spat. He threw another deadly spell at Dumbledore, but it missed and hit the security checkpoint, bursting into flames.

    Dumbledore waved the wand in his hand lightly: the power of the incantation shot from the wand made even Harry, who was hiding behind the golden statue, feel the roots of his hair stand up. This time, Voldemort had to conjure a silver shield out of thin air to fend off the spell. There was no apparent damage to the shield by any spell, although the spell struck the shield with a low, gong-like sound—a strange, creepy sound.

    "Don't try to kill me, Dumbledore," cried Voldemort, his scarlet eyes squinting on the shield, "is there anything more cruel?"

    "We all know there are many other ways to destroy a man, Tom." Dumbledore said calmly, continuing to approach Voldemort as if he had not cared about what was in front of him at all. inside. He walked down the hall as if nothing annoying had happened. "I must admit that just taking your life will not satisfy me."

    "There is nothing worse than death, Dumbledore!" Voldemort growled.

    "You are so wrong." Dumbledore's voice was soft, as if two people were discussing about drinking. He continued to approach Voldemort, and Harry saw him walking defenseless and without any body protection; he wanted to shout