The next day at work, Sherlock and Amy Apparated directly to the office.

Staff in normal departments, even if they have the authority to Apparate, generally do not use this method to reach the Ministry of Magic.

It's really rude to Apparate directly into the office.

But in the Department of Mysteries, there is no such concern, each office is equivalent to another private space in the Ministry of Magic, and there is no need to worry about disturbing others.

Amy was intrigued by the paper airplanes used to convey messages at the Ministry of Magic.

These are actually folded out of special magic paper. When Sherlock came here yesterday, he went to the logistics department to pick up a large pile.

Usually, he doesn't contact anyone, and he basically doesn't use it, so he can let Amy spend it casually.

In the office, Amy chased after the paper plane that was hovering under the ceiling, while Sherlock read another magical document from the Prophecy Hall.

So far he still has nothing.

In the final analysis, what is in the Hall of Prophecy is actually just a prediction made by the wizard about the future time, not a time travel to the future.

It seems that the entire magic world has never conducted research into the future, or the time that has left traces is easy to ponder, but it has not happened yet, and no one knows how to discover the time that no one has experienced.

The more he learned about time, the more Sherlock felt that there was little hope of returning to the right point in time.

It seems that the wizards from ancient times to the present have not been involved in this field, and Sherlock himself has no way to start.

Sherlock thought for a moment, and looked at Amy who was no longer chasing the plane, but sat on the carpet, threw the plane out, and let it fly back by itself. He stood up from the chair and helped Amy get her some. Messy hair straightened.

"Can you do me a favor, Amy?"

Amy blinked brightly.

"What does John need Amy to do?"

Sherlock took her out of the office, and then left the time hall, and came to the black hall.

As soon as they came out, the twelve black doors turned with the circular wall, and after two or three seconds, the transmission stopped.

"Which of these rooms do you think would be helpful to me?" Sherlock asked.

Amy tilted her head, looked at the black doors around her, and didn't answer his question immediately.

She took small steps, walked around the wall hesitantly, and then stopped in front of a black door.

"Amy thinks it should help John here." Her delicate face showed a tangled expression, "but Amy is a little unsure."

Sherlock walked over and touched her head.

"I trust Amy's feelings."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and gently pushed open the black door.

This is a room Sherlock had been to before.

The room was dimly lit and square, with a hollow in the center, forming a huge rock pit, about the size of half a football field.

In the center of the pit stood an old, worn arch, with no walls to support it, and a tattered black drapery hanging over it.

When Sophie brought him to the Department of Mysteries, he saw the scene inside once.

Now that he is a staff member of the Department of Mysteries, he naturally knows the name of this room.

hall of death.

A room dedicated to the study of death.

Sherlock frowned slightly. He didn't know why Amy thought this room was helpful to him, but he walked into it anyway.

There is obviously no wind inside, but inexplicably makes people feel that there is a burst of cold air, constantly whirling in this space.

The stone steps were built very steeply, Sherlock had to be careful every step he took down, and Amy had to use his help if she wanted to get down.

Soon they came to the raised stone platform in the center.

On the ancient arch, the tattered black drapery moved automatically without wind. Just as he was approaching the stone platform, Sherlock suddenly faintly heard the voice of someone talking!

Those voices were messy but subtle, and the source came from behind the black curtain, as if someone was talking or arguing.

Sherlock frowned.

He didn't rashly go up to the stone platform, but walked around and looked at the curtain from all angles, but he didn't find anyone.

"Did you hear someone talking? Amy," he asked.

Amy shook her head dazedly.

"Amy didn't hear anything."

Sherlock stared silently at the gently floating curtain, and found that no matter whether he walked to the front or the back of the curtain, he could hear the sound coming from behind it.

Goose bumps appeared on his arm, and a creepy feeling rose in his heart.

So where did those voices come from?

At this moment, Amy suddenly pulled his arm.

"Here, John, there's something behind this door."

Sherlock looked in the direction of her finger and found that at the bottom of the stairs, separated from the stone platform, there were several black doors leading to other rooms.

He didn't think about the sound coming from behind the veil, and followed Amy's guidance to the door she mentioned.

There is no difference between the door in the death hall and the door in the black hall outside. There is no decoration on it, not even a door handle.

Sherlock put his hand on the door and exerted a little force, and he opened the door with a gap.

The warm yellow, gentle light was revealed from the gap, he opened the door completely, and a small study was shown in front of him.

The environment in the study is diametrically opposed to the style of the hall of death.

There are lights that are not bright, but make people feel warm. There are no dark and cold stones, but old bookshelves full of traces of the years.

On the bookshelf, there are not many, but there are dozens of books.

Sherlock and Amy walked in together. It didn't look like a place where people often came, but the decor was old, but not a bit dusty.

It was very clean as if someone came to clean it every day.

Sherlock walked to the bookshelf, picked up a book from above, and saw the title on the cover.

"Exploration of the Philosopher's Stone Immortality"

When he saw the title of the book, he was stunned for a moment, and then picked up other books.

"The Secret of Immortality", "On Eternity", "How to Escape from Death", "Living Immortal"...

Each of these dozens of books is about the method of immortality, and this study is all about the study of immortality!

Sherlock didn't show any ecstatic expression when he saw these things, and obviously felt that something was wrong.

Wizards are also human. As long as they are human, there are not many people who are not afraid of death. Not everyone is Dumbledore, who regards death as the beginning of the journey at the other end, even people like Voldemort are no exception.

If these books about immortality were really useful, they wouldn't have been thrown in a compartment in the hall of death without even any protection.

He opened several of the books and read them roughly, and the contents in them completely confirmed his conjecture.

The titles of these books are more intimidating than the other, but in fact, none of the studies on immortality in them have been successful.

Most of them just extend the wizard's lifespan, and even if it is extended, the side effects are also great.

Sherlock simply read a few books, and then lost interest in these books. Although he was not as open-minded as Dumbledore, he was also not so obsessed with immortality.

What's more, these books are basically useless.

Just when he wondered if Amy's feeling was wrong, and the things here couldn't help him at all.

Under the bookshelf, he suddenly found another magic book that seemed to have fallen to the ground, with only a corner of the book exposed from the ground.

This was discovered by Sherlock when he lowered his head inadvertently. After seeing the book, he picked it up and read the title on the cover.

Cutting Edge Black Magic: Uncovered

The title of this book was very different from the other books on the shelf, and Sherlock clearly felt that it was unusual.

However, he didn't take the liberty to open the book right here, and he could still see the bright words of black magic on the title.

The magic book is the medium through which many dark wizards pass the curse. Before checking the contents of this book, he must be fully prepared.

He had already flipped through the other books on the bookshelf, and some of them had strange ideas about the method of longevity, but Sherlock didn't intend to study it in depth. No matter from which point of view, these books were very important to his current situation. No help at all.

If Amy's feeling is not wrong, the only book that can help him is the one in his hand.

Putting the reveal into the pocket of his robe, Sherlock took Amy and left the hall of death.

Before closing the black door, he took one last deep look at the pitch-black curtain, as if trying to see through it, but saw nothing but the appearance.

Back in the time hall, he did not let Amy enter the office with him, but let her stay outside the time hall for a while, and then come in after he has finished testing the black magic book.

Sherlock closed the office door, and Amy wandered around the Time Hall.

At first she was attracted by the conspicuous hourglass of the hummingbird creature, staring at the bird that was constantly changing back and forth between shelling and shelling for a long time.

"Like the sun and the moon."

She murmured softly, then turned her eyes to the time-turners in the counter and tilted her head slightly.

"As good-looking as pompano but useless."

Finally, her attention was drawn to the wall full of hourglasses, a huge hourglass that was constantly changing from silver sand to golden sand.

Amy seemed to be amazed at the inside of the hourglass, which looked like sand, but looked very different from the sand.

"As cool as the windmill John sent me!"

......

Sherlock is very serious about this "Cutting Black Magic: Uncovered".

He tapped it with his wand very seriously, detecting the magic fluctuations on it.

But no matter what means he used, this book of black magic didn't respond, just like an ordinary book, it didn't match its name at all.

In the end, Sherlock gave up on continuing the test.

He used his control magic to make the book float from a distance, and in the air near the ceiling, he kept flipping the pages of the book, back and forth three times, and only after it did not reveal any magic power did he regain control and fly to his own. before.

Spread the book on the desk, the pages are full of dense small characters, recording all kinds of black magic skills.

Sherlock frowned, ignoring those uncomfortable spellcasting methods and magical effects, and finally, after seeing a few words, his movement of flipping the book suddenly stopped.

"How to make a Horcrux..."

When he saw this line of words, he held his breath.

Horcrux, of course he knows this thing!

During his first semester at Hogwarts, he bewitched Neville to open the Slytherin Chamber, release the Basilisk, and finally let him eat the diary as a supplement, which is Voldemort's Horcrux!

At the end of the semester that year, Dumbledore confessed to him all about Horcruxes.

The reason why Voldemort did not die after being hit with the Life-threatening Curse that bounced back from Harry was because of the Horcrux.

The wizard who made the Horcrux, as long as the Horcrux is not destroyed, he is immortal. Voldemort relies on this magic to finally achieve his goal of immortality!

Sherlock's face became calm.

He knew about the Horcrux, all of which he heard from Dumbledore.

But I didn't expect that at this time, I would be able to find a magic book on how to make Horcruxes in the Ministry of Magic.

After hesitating for a moment, he decided to read the contents of the Horcrux in its entirety.

It's not very long, and it won't take long to read these contents.

Sherlock finally let out a long breath.

Horcrux, worthy of the title of its most evil black magic.

Split your own soul and achieve immortality in an alternative way.

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If you want to split the soul, you need the most extreme evil thoughts as a knife, tearing the soul apart with powerful magic power that most wizards do not have.

At the same time, in order to prevent the torn soul from having a bad influence on the magical ability, it is also necessary to sacrifice a fresh life.

And it is necessary to extract the soul of this life and act as a special energy to protect and supplement the soul of the caster that has become crippled.

Splitting the soul is not for the purpose of cunning and avoiding the death of the main body, and the splitting of the soul can be reborn.

The Horcrux formed by the split of the soul is more like a protection at the soul level.

As long as there is still a Horcrux, the subject will never die!

Sherlock quietly looked at the black magic book spread out on the table, his thoughts had been removed from the evil of the Horcrux.

Instead thinking, if this is what Amy feels like she needs, what can it do for her?