Chapter 274

In the Ministry of magic office.

Fatil took a deep breath and calmed down for a while. Soon, the few emotions on his face were replaced by coldness. He waved his wand under his robe.

The room in front of him rumbled apart, revealing a black passage behind the wall. He strides into the passage. Soon, he follows the passage to a room under a golden chain lamp.

In the room, a tall bald woman was standing next to a red haired girl with her hands crossed, hanging some strange silver metal ornaments on her body, which were wrapped around her joints and engraved with mysterious and unusual patterns.

"It's just a little blood that's enough. Why do you load me with all these messy things?"

Seeing fatil come in, the red haired girl asked him at once.

"These are all developed by your grandfather. I don't know the specific purpose. When this is over, you can ask him yourself." Fatil answered her carelessly.

"All right."

The red haired girl gritted her teeth, opened her arms, and let the tall woman fiddle with the metal on her body.

Fatil swayed around the room, watching the girl's ornaments take shape. A trace of anxiety gradually rose in his heart. The guy's unexpected rejection of himself pushed everything to the edge of out of control.

"Too slow."

He stepped forward, pushed Delfina away, quickly picked up the ornaments himself, and put them on the girl, with some rudeness.

"You hurt me!"

She said angrily as he pressed a ring of silver Rune on the redhead's wrist.

Fatil didn't answer and turned a deaf ear.

"Do people know what you want to do?"

The girl stretched out her arm and shook under his action. She was very dissatisfied and asked, "as Minister of magic, you don't think about the safety of the people at this time, but you want to go back to the past at this point. Is that really good?"

"It's none of your business."

Fatil's face was grim.

"Hey

The red haired girl suddenly dodged his hand.

"This is to save your daughter. I advise you to be nice to me."

"That's what hoffahbach means. He just has no cheek to tell you. You can go any time if you don't want to. I'm just helping him. " Fatil said without expression.

After a few seconds of confrontation, the red haired girl stood in the same place, clenched her hands and lips tightly. Her unwilling expression turned into loneliness little by little. She opened her hand in silence.

Fatil came forward again and stuck pieces of alchemy on her.

At this time, the ground suddenly vibrated. The golden chandelier on the top was rickety and the dust fell to the ground. There was also a little growl.

"Fatil...!"

The three men raised their heads at the same time, and their voices came down to their ears.

"What happened?"

The red haired girl immediately asked fatil, "that's Hoffa's voice."

"Nothing."

Fatil said coldly.

With a wave of his wand, he blocked all the movements and sounds.

The girl with red hair opened her eyes and asked, "shouldn't you go out and have a look?"

Fatil said nothing and kept moving.

"Wait a minute. He doesn't want you to do that."

The red haired girl suddenly broke away and kept a certain distance from him. "I promised to try it for you, but you're too dishonest. I need to know what happened."

"Don't move!"

Fatil growled abruptly.

He strode forward and grabbed the red haired girl by the arm. Every muscle on the face is as hard as a sculpture under the light.

"You're lying."

The girl with red hair looked at him and murmured.

Then she changed her face: "no, it must not be so. You are lying."

She opened fatil's hand, raised her leg and ran out.

Not two steps.

"Out of the body."

With the callous curse, the soul snatching curse shoots out from under fatil's wand and hits the girl with metal ornaments all over her body.

The red haired girl's anxious and frightened expression became dull. Under the effect of the soul snatching curse, she staggered with a smile, retreated and sat down on the ground.

Fatil coldly put down his wand and said to the tall woman who didn't move.

"Help her up."

The tall bald woman came forward according to the words and put up the red haired girl who collapsed on the ground again.

"You're back..." the red haired girl giggled, pulled the bald woman's wrist, and said vaguely, "you're really... Stupid..."Fatil looked disgusted. "Shut up!"

The red haired girl's voice disappeared, but her mouth would wriggle. Then, fatil looked at the bald woman beside him: "is the arrow of time ready?"

"Right now!"

The bald woman looked a little surprised.

"There's no time. My daughter's friend is more difficult than I thought."

"But the machine is not quite ready."

The tall woman said in a respectful whisper.

"I don't need it to be completely ready, I just need it to be able to achieve my purpose." Fatil said coldly, pressing the last piece of metal ornament on the red haired girl's forehead.

"May I?"

"Then... Indeed... Indeed."

Said delphina.

Fatil felt that she was stuttering, and immediately turned to stare at her, dangerously picking up her chin with her wand: "you also think I'm doing something wrong?"

His blue eyes were full of suspicion and suspicion. He held a magic wand and his whole body was covered with suffocating magic waves.

"No, it's not."

Delphina, who was held on her chin by her magic wand, was calm. She held her head up and said faintly: "the light in the universe is only an illusion. Everything will be swallowed up by darkness and disorder in the end. I don't think you have any problem. After all, in this world, only the devil can defeat the devil."

"Can the devil defeat the devil..."

Fatil laughed at himself and shook his head. "It's true, but you've been with me for more than a year. It's the first time I've heard you say such profound words."

"I don't like to say, I just like to do."

Delphina said calmly under the wand.

Froze for a while, fatil put away his wand with a sneer, "you've done a good job. Follow me to send her to the Department of mysteries. I want to end this damned fate."

"I won't go."

The tall bald woman took her hands back and crossed them around her waist.

"What?"

Fatil's just a little bit more friendly and dangerous.

"You know, minister. I don't have the strength to bind a chicken. I'll give you some advice. It's OK to change the documents. " She raised her slender fingers and sighed helplessly: "but, Hoffa Bach, forget it. Ten thousand of them are not enough for him."

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...

after coming to the Department of mysteries, everything was quiet.

The dragon of shadow has lost its trace, and the stone ghost bidding before has not come down.

as like as two peas in a black room, twelve black doors, all alike, no markings and no handles. As soon as he moved around, the black door would keep spinning. It's almost impossible to tell which one to enter.

This place touched Hoffa's long-term memory, he knew that the future Harry also encountered this obstacle. At that time, Harry had many companions around him. They could try one by one, but he was alone. If he tried hard, he would not be able to.

Think for a moment. He closed his eyes and recalled the feeling of the moment when he had just changed, the strange metamorphosis, the metamorphosis that could hardly be explained by magic, the feeling that the body and the night were integrated.

He could feel the power in himself, and the method was engraved in his mind like blood instinct. He knew what night God needed.

All of a sudden, he stabbed himself in the chest with a knife in his palm. He almost disappeared into his fingers and grasped his heart. With severe pain and blood flowing into his chest, he turned pale quickly.

The moment the palm was pulled out, his body quickly disintegrated into a group of nightingales and flew in all directions.

The twelve doors of the black room whirled quickly, trying to confuse his vision, but hundreds of nightingales flew into the twelve doors.

It was a wonderful moment.

The transfiguration of blood sacrifice gave him hundreds of pairs of eyes, and he could see different scenery in each door.

There is a door with innumerable brains in water tanks, a door with Octopus like monsters floating in the dark air, a door with tables and chairs sitting on human sculptures chatting and playing cards, and a door with innumerable huge hourglass. What falls from the hourglass is not sand, but small people cheering or wailing .

Nightingale flew through these rooms, a lot of information and pictures poured into his mind, which almost made Hoffa unable to deal with.

At this time, he saw a high arch standing quietly in a black door. It looks very old, dilapidated and decadent. But it has a strange beauty.

There was no wall around the arch. There was a ragged black curtain or curtain hanging on it. The curtain was fluttering gently as if it had just been touched.

See that arch.

All the nightingales disappeared.

Only the nightingales in front of the arch stopped, sang, glued together and became human.The room was dimly lit, rectangular, with a hollow in the middle, forming a huge stone pit about twenty feet deep. The room is surrounded by stepped stone benches. He stands in the top row. The stone benches extend downward at a very steep angle. There is only a high stone platform in the center of the stone pit, and the arch stands above the stone platform.

Looking at the arch, Hoffa was dazed, because for a moment. He seemed to see another one smiling out of the arch and waving to himself.

"Hello

He moved forward and the illusion disappeared.

He stepped back quickly, looked at the arch and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

This scene was even more terrifying to him than the moment when the arrow just pierced his heart. You know, future Harry's godfather Sirius fell behind the arch, but he saw himself.

What does this mean?

He didn't dare to think, he didn't want to think.

"Tick tick tick"

"tick tick tick"

in the room where the arch stands, there is also a faint tick tick of the clock.

Biting his teeth, he turned his head and walked slowly in the direction of the clock ticking.

After a short walk, he went into a corridor, which was extremely narrow. But in the corridor, there were many kinds of clocks, big clocks, small clocks, master clocks and travel clocks. They were hung on brass pipes as thick as small water pipes. Each clock showed different times and kept ticking.

Coming here, Hoffa began to think of mans involuntarily.

There are many ticking clocks and clocks where he smokes Chloe's blood, but not so many, not so dense.

Walk, walk.

Click.

He seems to have stepped on something.

Moving his foot away, he saw a broken corpse under the brass mechanical pipe covered by countless clocks and watches. The corpse had been dead for a long time. It was thin and dry, and its mouth was wide open. It was almost the same as the appearance of mans when he died.

But it was covered with rusty green, at first glance, almost to be integrated with the Cold machinery.

The body...

the uncertainty in Hoffa's mind was more intense.

Do you worry about it happening again?

Impossible, impossible.

As he went on, there were more and more such bodies. They were just like the people who were sent to build the Great Wall by the tyrant, and they were buried under the Great Wall after they died.

The sound of the clock is getting louder and louder.

In the end, it was almost as spectacular as a symphony.

Finally, out of the corridor, the scene in front of him made him stand on his head.

The ground is nearly 100 meters deep.

In a space as big as a football field.

It's a huge astrometer, it's like a star, floating across the sky. Slowly rotating, each rotation, can burst out countless arc, shining in it, emitting unparalleled power.

In its light, Hoffa can see countless witches standing under it, with parchment in hand, writing and drawing.

On the left side of the group of witches, there is a high platform as big as a basketball court.

On the high platform, there is a huge clock on display. It's circular. There's only one pointer on it, and it's in both directions.

The scale on the watch is not hours, minutes and seconds, but countless shining golden stars. Each star refers to a number, from one to fifty, each representing a year. Under the watch is a steel wrench with the thickness of thigh, which seems to be the switch to start it.

Innumerable extremely complex alchemy structures, the scale goes straight to the astrograph suspended in the middle of the site, and integrates them into one.

On the scale of the high platform, a large arc-shaped brand engraved with the name of the machine in gilded English.

Arrow of time

arrow of time

arrow of time