Chapter 300

The predecessor of the Ministry of magic is the wizard Council. Although its name has changed due to social conditions, its substantive role has not changed. It is a central organization responsible for managing a country's magical population.

Because of the change of years, there were no departments under the wizard Council in those years, and most of them have evolved into eight departments under the Ministry of magic.

However, no matter how many changes, withdrawals and additions have been made in other departments, the only ones that have not been moved are the secret affairs department and the dungeon.

In the Department of mystery affairs, various unpredictable forces discovered since ancient times have been concentrated. Wizards try their best to collect them and make unremitting efforts to explore and experiment here.

The staff working in this secret department are called "silent people".

The prophecy hall where Maka was at this time was a secret hall that had been preserved since the time of the wizard Council.

The countless prophecy balls placed on the shelves in rows actually look like an alchemical work.

But in fact, according to the early data kept by the Ministry of magic, their origin could not be verified in the era of the wizard Council.

We all know that there have been prophets or prophets in the magic world since ancient times. They will make all kinds of predictions at any time and place.

Every time a prophecy is born in the world, a blank prophecy ball in this hall will be filled with fog. Until the second when the prophecy period ends, the prophecy ball loaded with prophecy will be automatically emptied.

But after the long-term statistics of silent people, it is found that the prophecy ball here has never been fully filled, and even the total amount of prophecy every decade will not fluctuate too much.

The Wizards could not help but speculate:

"... in this world, there is at least an" upper limit "to the number of predictions at the same time."

In the only office of the Department of mysteries, Maka sat behind the desk of a silent person and looked through various information documents.

In the corner behind him, two silent people lay stiff on the cold floor.

He had walked around the prophecy hall before, but there were too many prophecy balls, and obviously there was an anti search spell. He couldn't find the one he wanted.

"With... Those who are not involved in the prophecy have no right to obtain the prophecy ball..." Maka turned a stack of research data to a page, then pointed to the line and frowned, "that is to say, even if they find it, they can't take it away?"

Whether there is a way to take it away is still unknown, but before that, it is reasonable to find it first.

Skimming over the documents in front of him, he hurriedly continued to look up this pile of data, then threw it aside and picked up another pile of data documents to check

After a long time, Maka stood up again, holding a page of form in her hand and walked out of the office. Before leaving, he glanced at the two silent men for the last time.

They were bound by the magic contract and could not disclose information for him at all, which made him have to do it himself and find the answer among those messy materials.

It can be said that the Ministry of magic is still very capable in some aspects. At least this contract tied to the soul, Maka has nothing to do with it.

Carrying a page of information form, he returned to the prophecy hall again and walked quickly in a certain direction.

But he only took a few steps, and then stopped his pace.

"Lucius?"

Marca stood beside a shelf and saw a familiar figure through the gap between the prophecy balls on the shelf. It was Draco's father Lucius Malfoy.

He thought for a moment. His eyebrows were a little tight, but after some consideration, he still walked around the shelf to the other side.

"Lucius." Marca shouted calmly, but the other party was shocked.

Lucius, who was standing between the two shelves, turned back slowly. It could be seen that he was a little stiff after hearing Marca's voice.

"Hello, Mr. McLean..."

Lucius just said hello, but there was no following. He seemed to be hesitating, and he didn't even dare to look directly at Marca.

Just then, behind the shelf behind Lucius, a dull and indifferent voice suddenly came out.

"The target already appears."

Before the voice fell, a piece of black smoke floated out from behind the shelf, and a tall, strong figure shrouded in black came out step by step.

"Destroy."

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

As like as two peas of the same shelf, behind them, the dark shadows of the shelves rose up and followed them, sweeping the way to Maca.

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

Take out a magic book and throw it back. Maka stepped back and stepped on the magic book, then turned and ran away.

He can't let these stupid black dead ruin the hall - although Voldemort would rather abandon the prophecy ball than set up a trap ambush for some reason, even if Voldemort doesn't want to see it, he still wants to see it!

Or, he has a reason to have to see!

Maka stepped on the magic book and retreated rapidly, while the large group of black dead followed, and both sides left the prophecy hall in a twinkling of an eye.

Lucius was still standing where he was, and all kinds of worries and fears were almost pouring out of his throat.

"Damn it! What should I do with the Malfoy family?"

At the beginning, Lucius tried to deal with both sides, feel at ease to be a wallflower, and then wait for a price. But who knows, with the passage of time, both sides have gradually revealed the power far beyond this era.

When hurricanes begin to blow on both sides of the wall, even the wall will be completely destroyed. Where should he go, the grass rooted in the wall?

Just like today, Voldemort ordered him to use his family strength to try to bring a group of black dead in. Can he refuse?

Lucius threw aside the exquisite walking stick engraved with the family coat of arms. He slid slowly against the shelf and sat on the cold black floor, his eyes full of confused color.

……

On the other side, Maka took a large group of black dead men and rushed through the time hall.

When he returned to the original round room, the walls and twelve doors began to rotate rapidly, and stopped in the twinkling of an eye.

This is a magic set up to trap intruders. People can't know where the exit is, but it's not an obstacle for Maka.

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

But after he went in, the door didn't close.

The half open door was like an invitation to the black dead. The monotonous black dead even went straight to the door and rushed into the room with Maka's figure.

It was a dark, gloomy room, roughly square, surrounded by steps down like an auditorium.

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

In the middle of the stone platform, there was an old arch standing steadily. On the arch, a ragged black curtain automatically moved without wind, as if someone gently stirred it behind it.

Maka bypassed the arch and looked at the slightly fluttering black curtain. He didn't even dare to approach it easily.

Among the twelve black doors, except the locked door, the power hidden in this hall is the most obscure.

But if she was close, Maka felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. It was as if he had been exposed to this magic wave somewhere.

Incidentally, the information contained in this fluctuation has never felt similar on the regular Rune table.

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

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

There are many problems, but this does not prevent Maka from dodging and counterattack flexibly.

With the ice light of his wand shining, the cold air like a ribbon circulated, which made the actions of those black dead begin to lag.

Just then, Maka's wand quickly explored forward, and a huge force rushed straight at a black dead man, bumping it directly into the ancient arch in the middle of the hall.

The black dead man was wrapped in black gas and fell to the black curtain at a high speed, but he did not pass through it, but quietly disappeared in Maka's sight.

This mysterious arch seems to be the door to another mysterious place. But Maka couldn't help feeling that if she accidentally fell into it, she would never come back.

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

"Bang!"

Maka dodged the black dead from behind and let it hit the stone steps heavily, splashing a lot of stone debris.

At the same time, his wand suddenly burst out a burst of ice blue light, a rune quietly loomed at the tip of the wand, and then spit out a dazzling column of light.

When Maka waved his wand laterally, the ice blue light column suddenly swept across like a sharp sword, directly freezing several black dead into white, and then fell to the ground and fell into several pieces.