The predecessor of the Ministry of Magic was the Wizarding Council. Although its name has changed due to social circumstances, its actual role has not changed. It is a central institution responsible for managing the magical population of a country.

Because of the changing ages, there were no more than one department under the Wizarding Council at that time, and most of them have now become the eight departments under the Ministry of Magic.

However, no matter how many changes, removals and additions have been made by other departments, the only thing that has not been moved is the two layers of the Department of Mystery Affairs and the Dungeon.

In the Department of Mystery Affairs, various unpredictable forces that have been discovered since ancient times are gathered, and the wizards have collected them in every possible way, and are relentlessly exploring and experimenting here.

Employees working in this classified department are called "silent people."

The Prophecy Hall where Maca is located at this time is a confidential hall that has been preserved since the time of the Wizarding Council.

The countless number of prophecy **** placed on the rows and rows of shelves looked like a kind of alchemy.

In fact, according to early data kept by the Ministry of Magic, their origins have been inconclusive in the era of the Wizarding Council.

We all know that there have been prophets or prophets in the magic world since ancient times, and they will make various predictions at any time and regardless of location.

And every time a prophecy is born in this world, a blank prophecy ball in this hall will be filled with mist, and the prophecy ball loaded with prophecy will be automatically emptied until the end of the prophetic life.

It is only after long-term statistics from the silent people that the prediction spheres here have never been fully filled, and even the total number of predictions every ten years will not fluctuate too much.

These wizards couldn't help but make a guess:

"... In this world, there is at least an" upper limit "to the number of prophecies that appear at the same time."

In the only office of the Department of Mystery Affairs, Maca sat behind a silent man's desk and flipped through various documents.

And in the corner behind him, the two silent people were lying rigidly across the cold floor, motionless.

He had already walked a large circle in the prophecy hall before, but there were too many prophetic balls, and obviously there was an anti-searching spell, he could not find the one he wanted.

"With ... people who are not involved in the prophecy have no right to obtain the prophetic ball ..." Maca flipped a stack of research data onto a page, frowning at the line, "that is to say Can't I take it even if I find it? "

Is there any way to take it, it is still unknown, but before that, it is the truth.

Ignoring the document in front of him, he hurriedly searched the document again, then left it aside, and picked up another document to check ...

After a long time, Maca stood up again, holding a page of forms in her hand and headed out of the office. Before leaving, he finally glanced at the two silent people.

They were constrained by the magic contract and couldn't disclose information for him at all, which made him have to do it himself and find the answer by himself in the messy materials.

It can be said that the Ministry of Magic is still very capable in some respects, at least this contract maca bound to the soul has nothing to do with it.

Holding a page of information forms, he returned to the Prophecy Hall again and walked quickly in one direction.

But he took a few steps and stopped again.

"Lucius?"

Maca stood next to a shelf and saw a fairly familiar figure through the gap between the prophetic **** on the shelf. It was Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy.

He thought about it, his eyebrows couldn't help but tighten a bit, but after thinking about it, he bypassed the shelf and went there.

"Lucius." Maca yelled calmly, but she was shocked.

Lucius, who was standing between the two shelves, slowly turned around, and he could see that after hearing the voice of Maca, the whole person was a little stiff.

"Hello, Mr. McLean ..."

Lucius just said hello and no more. He seemed to be hesitating, not even daring to look directly at Maca.

Just then, behind the shelf behind Lucius, a sluggish and indifferent voice suddenly appeared.

"Target has appeared."

Before the words fell, a piece of black smoke drifted out from behind the shelf, and a tall, swollen figure surrounded by black gas stepped out step by step.

"wipe out."

It seemed to be talking to himself, but it was like a cold and cruel command. When the dark shadow read the word without a wave, it turned into a black meteor and rushed towards Maca. Come over.

At the same time, behind the several shelves behind it, one after another, the exact same black shadows rose into the air, followed behind them and flew towards the place where Maca was.

Maca glanced in the other direction, the prophecy ball he was looking for was over there, but now he was determined that it was not a good time to look.

Taking out a magic book and throwing it back, Maca took a few steps back to the magic book, then turned and fled.

He couldn't let these stupid Black Deaths ruin this hall-although I don't know why, Voldemort would rather abandon the prophecy ball and set up a trap ambush, but even if Voldemort didn't want to watch, he still wanted to watch!

Or maybe he has a reason to look!

Maca stepped back on the magic book, and a large group of black dead followed, and the two parties left the hall of prophecy in an instant.

Lucius was still standing still, and all the fears and fears in his heart were almost gushing from his throat.

"Damn! What the **** should my Malfoy do?"

At first, Lucius tried to work on both sides, reassured to be a wall grass, and then sold the price. But who knows, over time, both sides gradually revealed the power far beyond this era.

When the hurricane began to blow on both sides of the wall, even the wall would be completely destroyed. What should he do, the grass rooted at the wall?

As it is today, Voldemort ordered him to use his family power to try to bring in a group of black dead. Can he refuse?

Lucius tossed the exquisite cane with the family crest in his hand. He slid slowly against the shelf and sat on the cold black floor, his eyes filled with confused colors.

...

On the other side, Maca rushed past the Hall of Time with a large group of black dead.

When he returned to the original round room, the walls and the twelve lintels began to turn quickly, and stopped turning in a blink of an eye.

This is magic designed to trap intruders, so that people don't know where the exit is, but it is not an obstacle for Maca.

He soon came to one of the twelve doors. After the black dead opened the door of the time hall, he decisively pushed the door in, leaving only a back to the black dead.

It was only after he entered that the door was not closed.

The half-opened lintel was like an invitation to the black dead. The monotonous black deceased went straight to the lintel and rushed into the room with the figure of Maca.

This is a dim and gloomy room, roughly square, surrounded by steps descending like an auditorium.

Each of these stone steps is quite steep, and looks similar to the dungeon courtroom. But at the bottom of these steps, there are no black chairs with chains, but a slightly raised stone. platform.

In the center of that stone platform, an ancient arch was standing steadily. On the arch, a raging black curtain was windless and automatic, as if someone was flicking it behind it.

Marka walked around the arch and looked at the slightly veiled black veil solemnly. He didn't even dare to approach it easily.

Among the twelve black lintels, apart from the locked one, the hidden power in this hall is the most obscure.

But if he was close, Maca felt a strange sense of familiarity. As if, where he had been exposed to this magic wave ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Incidentally, the information contained in this wave, he did not feel similar on the rule rune table.

However, there was no time for him to think at this moment, because the black dead had already followed in a lot, and attacked him without hesitation.

"What was Voldemort thinking about? Why did he set an ambush against me? And who revealed his plan to him?"

There are many problems, but this does not prevent Maca from being flexible to dodge and counterattack.

As the ice of his magic wand shone, the ribbon-like cold air flow turned away, and the movements of the black dead began to stagnate.

Just then, Maca's wand swiftly moved forward, and a mighty force went straight to a black dead, and slammed it directly into the ancient arch in the middle of the hall.

I saw that the black dead man was wrapped in black gas, and fell quickly to the black curtain, but did not pass through it, but disappeared quietly in the sight of Maca.

This secret arch seems to be the doorway to another mysterious place. But Maca couldn't help but feel that if he accidentally fell into it, he would never return.

Although he couldn't tell why, but this feeling always lingered in his heart.

"boom!"

Maca dodged the Black Dead who flew from behind, and allowed it to slam heavily on the stone steps, splashing a lot of debris.

At the same time, his magic wand burst into an ice-blue light suddenly, a rune appeared quietly at the tip of the wand, then spewed a dazzling beam of light.

When Maca held the wand in a horizontal direction, the ice-blue beam of light swept across like a sharp sword, freezing several Black Deaths directly into white, and then falling to the ground several times.