The regular office of the Department of Mysteries is behind a single black door.

In addition, in the Time Hall, the compartment where the Death Eaters held Mrs. Selwyn hostage last time was also an independent office.

Now this piece of office is assigned to Sherlock.

Mrs. Selwyn was right. The Department of Mysteries has few staff and does not have much contact with other departments. Even the Minister of Magic has no interaction with it. It has the lowest sense of existence and the most mysterious one in the entire Ministry of Magic. Department.

In terms of office alone, Sherlock's one-person office is very large, and it is divided into various areas. In addition, the Ministry of Magic provides three meals a day. Even if you live in this place all the time, there is no problem at all.

After simply packing up his things, Sherlock was in the time hall outside the office, checking the clocks placed on it.

The entire Department of Mysteries is very large, and there are many places that even insiders cannot enter.

Mrs. Selwyn did not specifically remind him which rooms could not enter, but only said that the doors of the secret rooms were closed by special magic, and any room that could not be opened at will could not be entered.

In this time hall, there are many doors that pass through other rooms.

Sherlock stared at the most conspicuous hummingbird ornament for a long time.

The hummingbird went back and forth from the egg hatched to the bird, and back from the bird to the egg, just like a biological hourglass, but it embodied two representations of time, forward and backward.

The advancement of time is easy to understand. Every minute and second of the past now represents the consumption and advancement of time, but going backwards is not a natural phenomenon.

In the corner of the Time Hall, in a glass cabinet, there are many golden pocket watches.

These are the highest level of time research in the magic world now - time converters.

These existing time converters are actually alchemy props handed down from ancient times. Their production methods have long been lost, and some of the important components have no materials.

Fortunately, these converters are not consumables and can be reused.

But the time converter seems to be inconceivable, but in fact its role is quite tasteless.

The rewind time can only be up to five hours, and you can rewind the time by one hour by moving the pointer on it in one circle, and no matter who you are, you can only move back five circles at most.

And there have been many experiments conducted by wizards in the past.

Even if it can go back five hours, the history that has happened in these five hours will not be changed because of the appearance of time travelers.

But this argument was later questioned by a scholar who studied time in the Department of Mysteries.

The conclusion that history will not change is drawn by those who went back to the past and did not change history, and those time travelers who have really changed history, will they still appear at the correct time?

In other words, they have successfully changed history. In what form will the changed history be conveyed to this point in time before time travel, subtly changing the cognition of all those who know history?

Or was there a chain reaction, another world with a completely different outcome?

If there is another world, can the saved people and things still count as those people and things before?

In either case, if it happened, and history did change, who would know?

So while history cannot be changed is still the dominant tone among wizards who study the time domain, there are many other voices.

Sherlock didn't think too much about going back to the past. The time converter that brought him back to this time fairy was much smarter than those in the time hall.

To this day, Sherlock still devoted time every day to use high-level spells on it to suppress its self-healing.

In addition to these, there are other things of unknown function in the time hall, but very interesting.

On the cabinet to the left of the time changer, there are all kinds of hourglasses. The sand is constantly flowing down from the top of the hourglasses, but the sand on the top does not decrease at all, and the sand on the bottom increases.

It's as if the sand is like time passing, never running out, never getting full.

In the center of these hourglasses, there is a huge hourglass with the most primitive shape.

In addition to being large, the "sand" inside this hourglass is also different from others.

In the upper half, some silver-white particles are flowing down, and after passing through the narrow mouth in the middle, the silver particles turn into gold, and the gorgeous light threads change in the glass hourglass, making people stop. Staring at it in a daze.

The time studied by the Time Hall is all the time that has passed. What Sherlock needs is to correct the time line, and he did not find anything of value here.

Although most of them, he couldn't figure out what worked.

After going around the Time Hall, Sherlock began to try to open the doors leading to other rooms in the hall.

There are a total of six doors, except for the black door that goes in and out and the door of the office compartment, there are four doors leading to the unknown room.

Sherlock tried to push one of the doors, but without pushing, he went on to try the other three doors.

There are two doors that can finally be opened.

One of them should be a storage room, which is filled with all kinds of worn-out hourglasses and clocks. These things seem to have lost their magic power and have been thrown into this room.

Behind another door that can be opened is a room with a completely different style from the Time Hall.

The room was huge and icy, as high as a church, and it was lined with towering shelves filled with tiny grey glass spheres.

The shelves beneath each glass ball are affixed with little yellowish labels, some emitting a mysterious flowing light, others vague and dark, like extinguished lightbulbs, and more candlesticks embedded in the shelves at intervals Above, the flames are as blue as the black hall.

Sherlock moved between the shelves while looking at the words on the labels beneath the glass globe.

[Edward Charles, 1432]

[1943, Caron Filiches]

[1123, unknown]

【Unknown, unknown】

Some of the glass spheres faintly glowed from within, while others were cold and dull.

Staring at the glass **** for a moment, Sherlock knew where this room was.

Hall of Prophecy.

These glass spheres, placed on shelves, store all the prophecies collected by the Ministry of Magic from ancient times to the present.

Some glass **** have lost their function, but most of them can still see the prophecies inside.

It makes sense that the Hall of Prophecy is part of the Hall of Time.

The main hall outside represents the time that has passed, and the Hall of Prophecy represents the time seen by the wizard in the future.

Compared with the outside world, Sherlock has more expectations for the things and information in this prophecy hall.

He walked around here, wandered around all day, and finally got off work at the end of the night and left the Ministry of Magic.

Before he decided on the main direction of attack, Mrs. Selwyn had not arranged a job for him, so Sherlock's first day at the Ministry of Magic was very leisurely.

But this kind of leisure time must not last too long, at most three days, even if he has not made a choice, Mrs. Selwyn will arrange for him to work.

After all, he received a salary from the Ministry of Magic, so he couldn't eat rice in it.

Eddie also came to the Leaky Cauldron during dinner, his face was a little dignified, and he said while eating in Sherlock's room.

"The people behind Algi started to exert their strength. Today, someone from the Ministry of Magic found me, trying to test my tone and try to bribe me. In the subsequent court session, don't say some evidence against Algi."

Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

"Why didn't they come to me? I'm the most crucial witness, right? After all, even people were caught by me."

"They should know that whether it's you or Mrs Selwyn, you two vital witnesses are not likely to be bribed, so it's not a waste of time."

Sherlock showed a pity expression on his face, he was still expecting someone to buy him money.

Eddie helped Amy pour a glass of juice.

"These people are very cautious. They didn't expect to completely exonerate Algi from the guilt. They just wanted to come in and reduce his punishment, and finally shorten the sentence to less than three years."

"If it's really only three years in prison, then the Ministry of Magic will be completely useless."

"Alas." Eddie sighed, no more words.

That's all Sherlock had to say about it.

Even if Algie was finally acquitted, he wouldn't feel anything.

These are things inside the Ministry of Magic, and Eddie told him that he thought he was really going to stay at the Ministry of Magic in the future.

But Sherlock himself knew best that his purpose for entering the Ministry had nothing to do with these power struggles.

"I'll take Amy with me tomorrow. If you want to visit her, you can come directly to the ninth floor. My current office is in the Time Hall."

Amy, who was cutting sausages with a knife and fork, looked up at Sherlock.

"Is there anything interesting in there?"

Sherlock touched her head and picked up the paper airplane she folded a few days ago from the table.

"There are lots and lots of these paper airplanes out there, and they're all in mid-air just like you'd think."

Amy's eyes suddenly brightened, she dangled her calves, looking expectant.

......

Carlisle, the northernmost city in England.

In the suburbs, in the living room of a manor house that no one could see, a young man was crawling on the ground.

It seems that it cannot be illuminated by any light, the dim light makes people feel no warmth at all, only the endless coldness spreads all over this space.

There were countless black-robed men with hideous iron masks standing around.

And those who don't wear masks, Bellatrix Lestrange, Igor Karkaroff, Dolphine Rolle, Rabastan Lestrange.... ..

These villains, who have appeared countless times in the Daily Prophet, and who have high-priced bounties on the Ministry of Magic's bounties, are bowing their rebellious heads respectfully, not daring to look at the man sitting on the single sofa chair. man even at a glance.

A man in a black robe gently tapped the armrest of the sofa with his pale and slender fingers.

"Algie and the others were all arrested?"

The man's voice was neither hoarse nor deep, but instead sounded gentle and delicate.

But everyone in this room didn't take his gentleness seriously. Everyone suppressed their breathing and didn't dare to make any sound to interfere with the man's words.

Kneeling on the ground, the whole person is lying on the ground, the young man with his forehead humbly pressed against the man's toes, his voice is full of enthusiasm and respect that he does not usually have.

"The four of Gagson were directly imprisoned in Azkaban, and Algie will be tried tomorrow. The families behind him have already begun to operate within the Ministry of Magic and want to distance themselves from us!"

"Their behavior is betrayal!" Bella screamed.

Of all the people, she was the only one who dared to interject directly.

"It's more useful to live than to die," the man said softly. "He didn't expose our companions. I can accept this level of loyalty. But incompetence is the greatest sin."

His tone is not cold, but these words made everyone present feel cold!

At this moment, Algie's fate has been doomed, and no one can change it!

The young man who knelt on the ground and regarded the man as his real biological father said excitedly.

"Let me go! Master! Let me deal with that trash!"

The man gently stroked his hair and said gently.

"You're more important than him, so you can't take such a risk, you have other more important tasks."

The young man shivered and kissed the upper of the man's shoe.

"As you command, my master!"

"That room exists, and only the director of the Department of Mysteries knows of its existence, but they generally don't put this kind of critical information on the surface."

"I'll make her drink Veritaserum! Let her tell everything she knows!" the young man promised~lightnovelpub.net~ The man smiled and shook his head.

"No, no, no, the human brain is the most obvious place. She wouldn't be so stupid to put those things in her head."

The young man raised his head blankly, he didn't understand the man's words.

The man gently stroked the body of his wand, with a smile on his face, but his eyes were full of indifference and sinisterness.

"Look for her hidden memory. The brain is an unsafe place. Only by pulling out the memory inside can it be hidden in a more secret place!"

"Go find it, find that memory, open that room! Bring me back that thing inside!"

There are countless wizards with masks and no masks around, all crawling on the ground.

They swore high and feverishly.

"All for you! Great Dark Lord!"