Chapter 700 The Lost Prophecy

Voldemort walked in the dim and cool corridor of the Department of Mysteries, followed by two people, one of whom was Pius Thicknesse, the recently appointed Minister of Magic.

The new Minister was bowing slightly, following Voldemort with a respectful look, and deliberately lagged behind him by half a body.

The other half-body behind was Yaxley, a Death Eater working in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. After Thicknesse became the Minister, he took over the position of Deputy Director.

At the same time, he was the culprit who cast the Imperius Curse on Thicknesse.

The guards of the Ministry of Magic tonight had already been arranged by Thicknesse. They were either Death Eaters or controlled by the Imperius Curse, so Voldemort and his three companions did not encounter any obstacles at all and came to the Prophecy Hall of the Department of Mysteries.

"Wait for me outside." Voldemort ordered lightly.

"Yes, Master." Thicknesse 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 that he had seen many times in other people's memories, but it was the first time he had come in person.

It was as tall as a church, and it was filled with tall shelves, on which were many small, gray glass balls. The glass balls shone dimly under the reflection of the wall candlesticks burning blue candles 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 to see the numbers on the shelves. He turned right after entering the door.

After passing rows of shelves, Voldemort stopped. Only then did he move his eyes to the top of the shelves, confirmed that he had indeed come to the 97th row, and walked 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, as if no one had touched it for many years, a faint light shone from it.

On the shelf under the dusty glass ball, there was a yellowed label. On the label, a date about sixteen years ago was written in long and thin handwriting, followed by:

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

The Dark Lord and (?) Harry Potter

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

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

Harry Potter, who was far away in the Black ancestral home, suddenly woke up. He touched his forehead. The scar did not hurt at all, and there was no sign of brain invasion...

But when Harry thought of what Dumbledore had told him about the nature of the connection between him and Voldemort, he became more worried.

Because this meant that Voldemort really got the prophecy ball.

Damn it! Even if a new minister is replaced, the Ministry of Magic can't do anything right!

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

Just when Harry informed Sirius and other members of the Order of the Phoenix of the bad news, Voldemort had already returned to Malfoy Manor with the prophecy.

"Don't let anyone disturb me!" As soon as he returned to the manor, he quickly ordered: "Barty, Bella, you two guard outside, don't let anyone get close!"

"Yes, Master!"

Little Barty and Bellatrix are Voldemort's most fanatical followers. Even if they are just guarding the door for Voldemort, they are very excited.

The two of them held their wands tightly and stood outside the door loyally.

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

Two figures floating like smoke and white like ghosts appeared in front of Voldemort. He was very familiar with the appearance of one of them, Albus Dumbledore.

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

It was a figure wrapped in a shawl, and her eyes were magnified many times by the lenses, so big that they were frightening.

Fifteen years ago, Sybil Trelawney was not much different from now, but she looked a little younger.

When she spoke, she did not use the usual mysterious and ethereal voice, but the low, hoarse voice that Harry had heard once during the final exam of the Divination class:

"The one who can defeat the Dark Lord is approaching... Born in a family that has resisted him three times, born at the end of July... The Dark Lord will mark him as his rival, but he will have a power that the Dark Lord does not know... One of them must die at the hands of the other, because two people cannot both live, only one survives... The one who can 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.

"I see...I see..."

Voldemort muttered to himself. After fully understanding the prophecy, he finally understood why he failed that year, because his act of attacking Harry Potter was fulfilling the prophecy.

And he also thought that Harry Potter was not the only one who met the first half of the prophecy, but he chose this little baby who was also a half-blood like himself without hesitation, and even broke his promise to Snape because of this.

However, the matter about Snape only flashed through Voldemort's mind. He didn't think it was a big deal at all. It was just a woman. With his "gift" to Snape, he should have forgotten the mudblood long ago.

After leaving this "boring" question behind, Voldemort finally figured out how to deal with Harry Potter-he had to do it himself, just like when he was just resurrected.

As for the flashback spell that was triggered when he fought with Harry, after sending someone to Ollivander to inquire, Voldemort already knew that his wand and Harry's wand were "brothers", and the reason for this situation was obviously related to the lightning scar he left on Harry's forehead.

So, he only needed to change a wand...

"Master!"

Bellatrix and Little Barty bowed and greeted Voldemort as soon as they noticed Voldemort coming out.

"Well." Voldemort responded lightly and said, "Where is Lucius now? Let him come to the study to see me."

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

"Master, what do you want?"

Lucius asked respectfully, pressing his forehead tightly to the ground.

Since he told Voldemort about the loss of the diary, his status in the Death Eater camp plummeted.

Although some people would continue to get along with him in a friendly way because of their past friendship, more people were thinking about how to replace his former position among the Death Eaters. Bella, the crazy woman, ignored the family relationship between her and Narcissa and held a grudge against him...

Because the diary was originally in Bella's hands, Lucius lost the diary, which made her think that Voldemort would blame her for it.

If Lucius had not betrayed Voldemort in secret, he would definitely feel very aggrieved...Of course, even so, he still feels 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 quickly lowered his head again, pulled out a wand from his robe, and handed it to Voldemort respectfully.

Voldemort raised the wand in front of his red eyes and looked at it carefully.

"What is it made of?"

"Elm, Master." Lucius answered in a low voice.

"Where is the core?"

"Dragon - the heart nerve of the dragon."

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

Lucius Malfoy moved involuntarily. For a moment, he seemed to expect Voldemort to exchange his wand for his. But soon, he suppressed this foolish thought.

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

And Voldemort also noticed his performance, and nodded with satisfaction for Lucius's understanding.

"There is nothing for you here, leave."

"Yes, Master."

Lucius Malfoy stood up from the ground, bowed his head and bent his waist respectfully, staring at the ground, and walked backwards out of the study.

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In the original novel, Thickness was controlled in the seventh book and then promoted to the position of Minister, but in my case, Voldemort had arranged his men to win over and control the officials of the Ministry of Magic before, so the time when he was controlled was also advanced.

In addition, I really don’t think it’s a big deal that Voldemort knew the content of the prophecy. In the original novel, even if he didn’t know the prophecy, didn’t he guess that Harry had to be killed by himself in the end?

Voldemort failed purely because he used Harry’s blood to resurrect, and the plan arranged by Dumbledore and Snape. Harry was basically a tool arranged in this plan.

Of course, his heroic death in the end is still worthy of praise, but if we really want to talk about how much contribution he made to defeating Voldemort... there is definitely a contribution, but it is not necessarily more than Hermione and Ron, and he also dragged his feet a lot in the middle.

Speaking of which, Frodo in The Lord of the Rings is also a protagonist who "relies on friends when he is away from home". His necessity lies in his high resistance to the ring, and he cannot even be considered a combatant among the protagonists.

However, The Lord of the Rings is more of a group portrait, and Frodo's presence as a protagonist is not very strong. My impression of him is not even as deep as Saruman.