HP Approaches the Magical World

"HP approached the magic world (

The scene seemed to freeze in an instant.

Harry, Ginny, Neville, and every Death Eater didn't pay attention to each other, but stared at the top of the glass jar.

A brain leaped out of the green liquid, like a jumping fish: it seemed to hover in mid-air for a while, and then flew towards Ron, flying and spinning silk, as if flying out of it. The image tape unfolded like a roll of film film.

"Hahaha, Harry, look at—"

Ron said as he watched his brain spit out flashy brains, "Harry, come and touch it, it must be weird—"

"Ron, don't!"

Harry didn't know what would happen to Ron if he touched the thought tentacles behind his brain, but he was sure it was not a good thing.

He rushed forward, but Ron had reached out his hands and grabbed his brain.

As soon as these tentacles touched Ron's skin, they immediately began to wrap around his arm like a rope.

"Harry, see what's going on—no, no—I don’t like this—stop—stop—"

But the thin strap was already wrapped around Ron's chest, and he desperately tore at his brain like an octopus.

"Torn apart!"

Harry yelled, hoping to cut off these tentacles before Ron's eyes were entangled, but they didn't break.

Ron fell, still writhing incessantly trying to break free.

"Harry, he will be suffocated to death!"

Ginny screamed. She stayed on the ground and couldn't move because of her ankle injury-a red light shot from a Death Eater's wand and hit Ginny in the face.

She fell aside and lay unconscious.

"Faint!"

Neville shouted loudly, spinning her body and waving Hermione's wand toward the Death Eater who was approaching, "fainted! Fainted!"

But there was no effect.

A Death Eater fired a Stunning Charm at Neville and missed a few inches. Now only Harry and Neville are left to deal with the five Death Eaters.

The arrows-like silver light fired by two of the Death Eaters did not hit them, but left a few pits on the wall behind them.

Harry ran away quickly, Bellatrix chasing after him.

Harry held the prophecy ball high above his head and ran towards the other side of the room at full speed, trying to draw the Death Eaters away from his comrades.

This trick seemed to work. They ran behind him, hitting tables and chairs along the way, but they were afraid of damaging the prophecy ball and dared not cast spells on him. Only the door where the Death Eaters broke in was still open. So he rushed over, praying in his heart that Neville must stay with Ron and find a way to get him out. He ran a few steps in this new room and suddenly felt that the floor had disappeared.

——He fell down the steep stone steps, bounced up on every step, and finally hit him so that he couldn't breathe.

He lay flat in the stone pit, and the stone arch was erected on the platform.

The whole room reverberated with the laughter of the Death Eaters. Harry looked up. The five Death Eaters in the brain hall were walking down the steps and approaching him. At the same time, more Death Eaters came from the other doors. He popped out and started to jump down a level stone bench towards him.

His legs were shaking so badly that he could barely support his body, but he still stood up.

The prophecy ball was unexpectedly still held in his left hand, intact, and the wand was tightly held in his right hand.

He stepped back and scanned the surroundings, trying to keep all the Death Eaters in his sight.

His leg touched a hard object at the back, which meant that he had retreated to the platform with the arch erected, so he climbed onto the platform.

The Death Eaters stopped and stared at him tightly.

Dolohov had already released his whole body restraint curse, staring at him squintingly, and pointed his wand at his face.

"Potter, you are done,"

Lucius said slowly and tore off the mask, "Now give me the prophecy ball like a good boy."

"Let—let them go, I'll give it to you!"

"You have no right to bargain, Potter."

Lucius said, his pale face flushed with joy: "Look, we have ten people, and you only have one.

Didn’t Dumbledore teach you how to count? "

"He is not alone!" a voice shouted behind them, "he still has me!"

Harry's heart sank and Neville was climbing down the stone bench towards them, still holding Hermione's wand firmly in his trembling hand.

"Neville, don't—go back to Ron—"

"Faint!"

Neville yelled again while pointing his wand at each Death Eater in turn, "fainted! Fainted—"

A tallest, burly Death Eater grabbed Neville from behind and pressed his hands tightly to his sides. Neville struggled to kick him; some Death Eaters laughed.

"He is Longbottom, right?"

Lucius said sarcastically ~www.wuxiahere.com~ Well, your grandma is used to contributing family members to our cause, and you will not be surprised if you die. "

"Longbottom?"

Bellatrix repeated it, a very evil smile flashed on his haggard face.

"Great, I was lucky enough to meet your parents, little guy."

"I smashed your old black nest!" Neville struggled so desperately that the Death Eater who hugged him shouted, "Stun him!"

"No, no, no."

Bellatrix said, she glanced at Harry, then at Neville, looking excited.

"No, let's see how long Longbottom can last before he collapses like his parents, unless Potter is willing to give us the prophecy."

"Can't give them a big deal!"

Neville yelled, and Bellatrix gradually approached him and the Death Eater holding him with his wand, kicking and kicking frantically, twisting his body violently.

"Can't give it to them, Harry!"

Bellatrix raised his wand.

"Cut the bones!"

Neville screamed and curled his legs to his chest, so that the Death Eater who was holding him immediately turned into a hovering hug.

The Death Eater threw Neville to the ground, convulsing and screaming in pain.

"This is just for you to taste a little bit!"

Bellatrix said, raising his wand, Neville stopped screaming and lay down at her feet sobbing.

She turned and looked up at Harry.

"Well, Potter, either give us the prophecy or just watch your kid die in pain!"

Harry couldn't use it anymore, he had no choice.

The prophecy ball was still in his hand, warmed by his body.

He handed it over.