"Is this the place?" A cold, sinister voice came from his mouth as Harry swept his gaze over his surroundings.
A dozen or so wizards of various appearances stood beside him. Among them was a black-haired woman, who was looking disdainfully at a slightly plump wizard currently bowing low, his face covered in cold sweat.
They seemed to be saying something, but Harry could not hear them, which irritated him a little.
The bowing wizard pointed to a door beside him, then hurried over to open it. The room was filled with all sorts of bizarre instruments, which were ticking away.
With a cold chuckle, Harry felt somewhat satisfied. Then, together with the people beside him, he followed the wizard through the door.
The black-haired witch beside him said something to him. He could not hear it. How annoying.
"Bellatrix, this is very important. After all, it is a genuine prophecy that concerns me directly." The icy voice rang out again.
The group passed through the room and came to another door, which was opened.
This time, it was an enormous room filled with shelves, like a cathedral. Crystal balls stood on the shelves.
Harry felt joy, but it immediately turned to annoyance. "Where is that one? I certainly don't think I can search through them one by one until I find it!"
The wizard who had led the way seemed to say something, but Harry still could not hear him.
What was going on? What was happening?
Harry wanted to swear.
"In that case, take your time searching here. I hope that thing will be on my dining table tomorrow morning..."
The people around him all bowed, but they still made no sound.
This was truly irritating.
"Harry? Harry? Are you all right?" A slightly anxious voice sounded beside