Chapter 1223

No one knows who did it.

It is reasonable to say that kretcher knows the people who go in and out of black's old house best. After Sirius turned this place into the stronghold of the order of the Phoenix, although clencher may not come out to see people from time to time, he will firmly remember who came.

Because he has always been an absolutely conscientious domestic elf.

So after Maka asked kliche, but didn't get the answer he wanted, he knew that he had to figure it out by himself.

"Dung, you have to work harder today. If you are not sure about the information, you can send it directly to Diagon lane. Kingsley is deployed in London. Don't have too much pressure..."

To tell the truth, Marca is obviously no less upset than anyone at the moment. But when he saw montungus's expression that wanted to talk and stop, he first suppressed his anxiety and said something to appease him.

He knew that many people were being tested in the current crisis. To finally overcome this difficulty, it is always impossible to rely on himself.

After all, this is not like the disaster caused by the devouring mirror. There are too many people who have witnessed all this and are trapped in it.

"Well, I have to go now... Lupin should be back in a few more time. Then you can not be so nervous."

Marca didn't stop more at Black's old house.

The time converter stored here was destroyed, and he didn't have the time to further investigate who destroyed it. Naturally, he wouldn't stay and waste time.

At least before that, he had to check the rest of the time converter.

And Marca's next move is the Ministry of magic.

Although he had taken five, there were still many left in the time Hall of the Department of mystery affairs. Now that he was very close to the Ministry of magic, of course, he could not choose to go further.

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A moment later, the Ministry of magic atrium.

There are still some people who haven't left since schlinger's speech here. They didn't return to their posts, but they didn't leave everything and escape from London.

People are always contradictory, especially when they are not sure. It is not clear which side of Maka and halbo can win, and whether the Ministry of magic can finally win.

Coupled with the fact that it is not safe outside, these timid magic department employees have been staying here, neither in nor out.

When these wizards with a stiff expression saw that Maka actually appeared from the hall, everyone stood up from where they could sit.

"Mr. McLean..."

"Oh, Mr. McLean, what's going on outside?"

"Mr. McLean, now the British magic world depends on you. We will all support you!"

Seeing these people hurrying to her side to talk, Maka could only shake her head in her heart - in fact, he knew that the people who were at a loss actually occupied the majority when the disaster happened.

Although these people are shouting for his support, it's just talk, because those who are really willing to show their support with action can't stay here and hesitate.

"OK, I see... Let's go. I'm going to the mystery department."

Maka doesn't even have to tell these people not to follow him, because he knows very well that none of these people who are full of hesitation will leave here unless there is an obvious turn in the whole situation.

But before entering the elevator, Maka was stopped by an urgent voice.

"Mr. McLean!"

"Minister scrimger," Maka looked back a little, "sorry, I have to go to the mystery department to 'borrow' something. I'm in a hurry now."

"Well, oh! Actually, I don't want to waste your precious time. I know you must be busy." scrimger trotted to Maka and said with a frown, "but I really want to ask a question - of course, just get what you need. It's not a problem at all. I can make up an application for item transfer for you afterwards."

"Well, OK! Thank you..." Maka nodded. "So, what do you want to ask?"

"I'll just ask you a question," said scrimger immediately. "In your personal estimation, how much is the possibility that this crisis in London can be safely passed... Left?"

"Can you get through it safely?" Maka thought for a moment and shook her head. "If you want to ask whether you can return to the order in the past... I can only say that there is no possibility, but I can't give you any guarantee now."

But on the other hand, after hearing Maka's completely bottomless answer, Scrimgeour was still relieved as if he had reborn some hope.

"That's enough, that's enough!"

As a matter of fact, Scrimgeour had already completely given up the idea of restoring normal order. Because the current situation in London is no longer a disaster for the magic world.

According to scrimger's contact with the queen, the fog in London and a series of battles in the fog have spread among Muggle groups outside London.

Even though the royal family and the prime minister are trying to control the news as much as possible, and the credibility of witches and magic is not high in Muggles' eyes, this event finally began to ferment in the dark.

In such a chaotic situation, scrimger could not imagine the possibility of restoring the original order.

However, now, he can still get the answer "possibility is not without" from Maka's mouth, which is undoubtedly a hope from despair for him.

So what else does he want?

"Mr. McLean, I'll go down with you now - with me, no one will prevent you from taking anything!"

After all, the time converter is the research collection of the Ministry of magic. It would be great if it could be obtained and used openly.

Maka didn't refuse schlinger's company. He soon got on the elevator with the Minister of magic, who had long lost his mind, and went down to the lowest floor that the elevator could reach.

The pure black rotunda, the closed circle of black doors, and all kinds of magic waves that can be vaguely perceived across the door are no different from the last time Maka came.

The difference is that this time Maka doesn't have to distinguish which room to enter.

"Mr. McLean, where are you going? I can show you the way."

"Well, time hall."

As soon as Maka said this, Scrimgeour was stunned, and then couldn't help whispering:

"Do you mean... What you need is a time converter?"

This mysterious affairs department is originally a department that studies all kinds of mysterious objects, unknown phenomena and powerful magical forces, and the time hall is a research hall purely used to study the relationship between time and magic.

In addition to all kinds of magical clocks and watches, it is obvious that only the time converter can be used.

"Mr. McLean, that --" Scrimgeour looked very hesitant, and saw him immediately after he paused. "I know that my research on magic can't be compared with you, but as the Minister of magic, I still have to tell you something."

"... according to the contents recorded in the research archives, although the situations encountered by wizards who have used the time converter are different, many of them are still unable to come back. No one knows what will happen after using it... Therefore, the conditions for applying for calling it are very strict."

"And most importantly, the people who tried to change the past with time converter never appeared again!"

In the current crisis, Marka's existence is very important to scrimger. He doesn't want to look back and never find Marka again.

So scrimger had to say these words, and he said them very sincerely.

"Yes, I know it's actually very dangerous," Ma Ka nodded. "So I also suggest that you don't let others call it in the future and cancel the regular application procedures... But this time, I think I have to use it again."

Speaking of this, Maka added slightly:

"But I can tell you one thing - in the past, I have actually used the converter once, and I have actually changed some things... Oh, don't let anyone write this sentence into the research file, because it doesn't make any sense."

Because of schlinger's hesitation, Maka found the door of the time hall by herself through her sensing ability. When he had finished speaking, he saw that he would not delay any longer and walked straight towards a black wooden door.

"Already used? Then... Ah!"

Slinger was stunned in situ, and then hurried to catch up. But before he could catch up with Maka, he saw that the other party had opened the door of the time hall, and then inexplicably stopped at the door.

"Mr. McLean, what's the matter?"

There was no need for Maka to answer, because he just followed behind Maka and looked inside, so he even understood the reason why Maka stopped at the door.

"This... How could this happen!"

They saw that in the corner of the time hall where a large number of clocks and watches were stacked, a delicate cabinet had been seriously damaged. Moreover, that is not the general damage.

I saw that the glass door of the cabinet was constantly from integrity to fragmentation and then restored to integrity, and the carved wood boards of the cabinet were falling to the ground again and again and automatically installed back, as if the time in that corner had completely separated from the world and become an independent cycle.

This scene gave Maka a a feeling of deja vu.