"Maca, there's news over Arthur's side, and Harry has successfully completed the mission."

While Harry was sitting on the interrogation chair in the tenth court room under heavy pressure, Sirius happily conveyed the good news to Maca's ears.

"Harry really is fine," Maka laughed. "He has always been a little Gryffindor lion, and he still has courage."

"That was, of course, James--"

"Don't mention his father," Maca waved to Sirius. "Harry is Harry, not his heir. In the face of evil, he just needs to be himself."

After all, Maca stood up behind the desk and stretched her waist.

"Okay, then I should act now ..." He lowered his arms and stared at his eyes, "Sirius, first let the members of the Phoenix Society stay ready. During this time, I must be Be vigilant! "

Maca thought for a while, and reminded him: "If you are in trouble, don't take Leni and Sister Lena as a burden ... On the basis of fighting power, they are no worse than anyone."

"Oh?" Sirius gave Maca a surprised look, but didn't ask much.

Nodding to Sirius, Maca turned and walked to the cubicle next to ...

At the same time, the Ministry of Magic and the Department of Mystery Affairs.

Behind the black door that Bode walked in was a wide, round room.

Everything here, including the floor and ceiling, is a uniform black. Twelve identical black doors are neatly inlaid on the curved black walls.

Some candles flickering on the wall with a faint blue light, and the cold and flickering flames reflected on the smooth marble floor, making the ground like a pool of dark water.

And just in the gap between the ceiling and the curved black wall of this room, a black dot almost blending into the surroundings did not move, and only a tiny faint blue light flashed occasionally to prove that there was indeed something there.

Suddenly, the blue light that flashed for a long time suddenly lit up. Although the light is still not very eye-catching, if you look closely, you will find that the light is actually behind the black spot.

Just then, the black spot moved!

Silent movements, fine and rapid pace, eight swaying slender feet ... and eight pairs of gray-green eyes that suddenly opened.

It was a reduced eight-eyed giant spider!

When it crawled silently to the ground, as the blue glimmer flashed, several tiny delicate runes flashed quickly under its belly, and the space suddenly twisted.

The next moment, a figure in a fine wizard's robe suddenly appeared above it, then spread his legs and stood on the black floor in a very unsightly posture, holding a particularly striking orange color in his hand * .

"Xiao Qi, I told you when I practiced. It doesn't matter where you stand, don't stand on the ground!" The figure immediately crouched down, letting the little eight-eyed giant spider crawl into his palm, "I'm not afraid of me Step on you? "

After all, he directly put the little spider into his sleeve, and put his "cloth piece" back into his pocket. Then he straightened up and looked around the room.

"That group of guys will still get Harry into the dungeon courtroom, but Harry is indeed worth encouraging. The task is simple, but it is not easy."

This is, of course, Maca. He drew runes for markings on Xiao Qi's belly, which was enough to use the door key to sneak into places where there was no confinement space.

He looked at the twelve black doors around him. There were no door handles on them, and no nameplate indicating the function of each room, as if nothing could distinguish them.

Maca thought for a moment, walked to a door, and closed her eyes slightly.

Immediately afterwards, he stroked the door leaf with one hand, and concentrated on feeling the subtle magic wave behind the door.

After a short while, he turned and walked slowly along the curved wall, and his fingertips quietly stroked through the door lintels and walls. After walking a full circle, his feet suddenly stopped.

"... It's some inexplicable power," Maca opened her eyes suddenly, and gently pushed the first door he came in contact with. "Especially ... what is this?"

Sure enough, the door couldn't move at all, it seemed to be locked by some powerful magic.

Maca thought about it, and finally shook her head.

"Let's talk later, go and get what you should take ..."

He took a bottle of immortal potion from his waist, and after drinking it, he went straight to a black door on the other side.

The door was not locked, and Maca easily pushed it open.

When those bright, pulsating lights filled his vision, an obscure magic wave wrapped him all around him.

Those twelve black gates have the effect of blocking the breath, but the effect is not perfect. Just now Maca felt this familiar wave behind this gate.

In the regular rune chart attached to the back of the book of sin, the rune representing time is this feeling-although he still cannot understand the mystery.

In this room, countless watch dials are faint but deep.

Various types of clocks of various sizes are staggered, including floor-standing large-scale clocks, wall-mounted home wall clocks, and even several rows of hourglass timers neatly placed in glass door cabinets. They all carry A golden chain that looks like a necklace.

Some of them hang in the middle of some staggered stands, or some stand on a long dining table, and of course they are directly placed on the floor because they are too large.

It is precisely the large number of clocks that are inconsistent in these models and styles, which makes the rapid but continuous non-stop clanging echoes, uniform, but well-organized, like the footsteps of an honor guard who is marching.

And the first shining light like a diamond came from the crystal dial of the towering bell-shaped crystal cover in the deepest part of the room.

Standing in this strange room, Maca sighed the depth of the mystery of magic, it was incredible.

"Material promotes appearance, rules of spiritual deduction."

He remembered the first answer to the Bronze Kitty. At the time, he was just dealing with it, but now he wants to come, but the meaning is extremely profound.

Except for the bell-shaped crystal cover, other clocks are just ordinary magic clocks. The magic principle is just to calculate the interval of each second according to the knowledge of the rising and falling moons and stars, which is almost the same as the clocks of the Muggle world.

But it is these ordinary timepieces that, when they are gathered together, can make him feel the regular spiritual interpretation.

But Maca doesn't expect what he can get from it, because it feels so subtle about the rules from here. In fact, it is better to think about the rule rune chart to be clearer!

With a slight sigh, Maca lifted her legs decisively and walked towards the bell-shaped crystal case.

This is the time hall of the Department of Mystery Affairs, and the room connected to the time hall must be the prophecy hall.

Moving forward along the narrow gap between the long dining tables, Maca casually looked at the crystal cover. There seemed to be a twirling light chain lingering around.

In the middle of those light chains, a jewel-like egg floats.

It rose quietly with the flow of the light chain, and then cracked silently. A hummingbird flew up in the egg and rose straight to the top of the glass cover.

But as the light chain circulated and fell, the bird turned into a fluffy feather, withered, aged, and dropped a little, until the bottom, again became a gem-like bird egg.

"Hummingbird?" Maca tilted her head, a little dazed.

His Animagus form is a hummingbird, but if there is any connection between time and hummingbirds ... To be honest, he has never had any association in this regard.

With an inexplicable scratch on his scalp, he secretly remembered this unexpected information ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ and planned to write it down for future consideration.

Then, Maca bypassed the glass cover with a trace of regular marks and looked at the only door behind it.

Pushing the door **** gently, it opened without a sound.

Behind this door is a church-like room, which is full of neat rows of black wooden frames. The wooden frames are full of turbid glass **** covered with dust. There is nothing else. .

There was just a set of candlesticks, and the edge of the wooden frame was inlaid at a certain distance. The dim candlelight spread, but it didn't make the place look bright.

Like the original round room with twelve doors, the flames of these candles were bluish blue. Those small glass spheres faintly turbid and misty, exuding extremely weak gray light.

This room is obviously colder than the time hall outside.

"A prophecy ball ...?"

Maca just knew that Voldemort would care about the prophecy, because the repeated failure of the goods would definitely have a psychological backing to those mysterious and mysterious things.

It's like, when someone predicts that you will be killed by someone, are you really indifferent? Especially in this magical world where the blood of prophecy is really flowing!

At least Maca would care, even if he did not understand such things as prophecy, but it did not prevent him from focusing on things that were good or harmful to him.

Speaking of which, he has actually experienced a prophecy that was "outspoken" again.

After taking a deep breath, Maca pulled out her wand and straight forward.

He did know that Voldemort would want to know about the prediction made by Professor Trelawney more than ten years ago, but where was the prediction ball, Maca had no way of knowing.