Chapter 470: Whose fault? (2 in 1)

Chapter 470: Whose fault? (2 in 1)

What was being preserved in the Time Room was, of course, all time-related magic.

It is considered to be one of the magic that was once mastered by ancient wizards and could be utilised but has been lost in the modern magical world.

For example, the Time-Turner, an alchemical item that was once created around the fifteenth century, had lost its production method in modern times, and the existing Time-Turners that had survived had been damaged for no apparent reason.

It wasn't a false statement coming from within the Ministry of Magic, no one remained in the Time Room now, and even if the few purebloods who remained and looked like they were on patrol duty were around, Jon could play with the time-turner that had been casually discarded in the stands with impunity.

But no matter how much he tried to toggle the pointers on top of the time-turner, there was no reaction whatsoever in the surrounding area.

This leftover time-turner had indeed malfunctioned, no one knew the reason for the malfunctioning, and now even the technique of making this kind of alchemy item had been lost, not to mention repairing it.

In this regard, Jon only studied it for a while before he lost much interest in the time-turner and instead focused on those hourglasses in the room.

Unlike time-turners, which were pocket watch-type timekeeping devices, hourglasses were undoubtedly much more ancient.

Jon did not know what these hourglasses in the Time Room were used for, and he had no way of finding out since the various information within the Department of Mysteries had not been categorised and organised.

But at the very beginning when he saw those quicksands that kept sliding down in these hourglasses, Jon felt that they were very similar to the vial of golden sand that he got from Snape.

He had carefully observed these hourglasses for some time and found that even though they were constantly flowing, there was no sign of any decrease or increase in either the piles of sand that were drooping downwards from above or the piles of sand that were gathering below as if they were never drying up or regenerating.

But when Jon spent two days inside the Time Room, in which he also found a small hourglass, and made a careful comparison between the sand inside and the sand in the vial, he realised that there was an essential difference between the two.

The sand in the hourglass, although very delicate, when zoomed in, you can still clearly see the corners of the small sand grains, an obvious product of nature.

The sand in the vial was different, when Jon used a magnifying glass to observe the contents, he could clearly find that these fine sand-like grains were in fact not sand at all!

The surface of every small golden-coloured particle inside was smooth, it had no trace of natural product at all, and there was no trace of the texture of stone, rather than sand, it was more like artificially polished gold particles.

After thoroughly distinguishing the difference between the two, Jon also lost interest in those hourglasses.

In addition to the various clocks and hourglasses in the Time Room, Jon gazed at a hummingbird ornament for a long time.

The hummingbird went back and forth from hatching from an egg into a bird, and backwards from a bird into an egg, as if it is a biological hourglass, but specifying two representations of time, forward and backwards.

The advancement of time is well understood, every second of the moment that passes now represents the consumption and advancement of time, but regression is not a natural phenomenon.

The ornament, though marvellous, clearly had nothing to do with what Jon was looking for.

But other than that there was nothing else useful to be found in the Time Room, and the only thing still worth noting was that there was a sealed door on the side of the wall directly opposite to the door of the room.

The door was so hidden and had no handle on it that it would not have been noticed under normal circumstances if he had not been particularly observant.

It was just that although Jon had spotted it, there was nothing that could be done to open it, and if it hadn't been for the fact that he could clearly see the door's closure hinges through the cracks, then he might have had to suspect that it wasn't actually a door at all.

And after studying the door for some time, and even attracting the attention of some patrolling purebloods, Jon chose to temporarily abandon it.

At this time, he definitely could not do any destruction in the Department of Mysteries, and if he did not use violent means, he would not be able to understand the secret of this door for a while, just like the "love room" that no one was able to open.This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

Moreover, even if it was opened, there was no guarantee that what Jon was looking for was inside.

So Jon met with Slughorn and going to try another angle.

"You want to start reaching out to those people?" The expression on Slughorn's face solidified.

Jon nodded and said.

"The Department of Mysteries isn't small, and there are a lot of forbidden areas here that can't be opened up through conventional methods, so it's going to be hard to find what we're really looking for if we just keep looking blindly like this. Since this thing is related to the other Voldemort, and the people who remain in the Department of Mysteries now have all completely fallen to him and came here under his orders, it would be most convenient and effective to start with them."

On this point, Jon, who had already actually had a practical look at the various halls throughout the Department of Mysteries, indeed had more say than Slughorn.

There was no such thing as English wizards or French wizards, everyone was a comrade in arms who had been fighting for a single goal.

Jon narrowed his eyes, watching the growing number of purebloods arriving by Apparition on the lawn, he said softly.

"Then we'll have to move faster on our side as well."

Slughorn didn't reply to his remark anymore, a smile had returned to his face as he walked over towards the purebloods that had just arrived, followed by a chorus of laughter and pleasantries.

By this time, Jon had seen a couple of people he knew well from his time in the Department of Mysteries with a glass of wine in their hands, and he walked over to them as well.

"Hey Bartolo, Hunter, Eyna, how are you guys doing at home these days?"

It was a duo of two men and a woman, all from new school pureblood families, and didn't have the family names of the old sacred twenty-eight.

They looked at Jon, who was walking over, and both greeted him, the witch named Eyna with the burgundy curls whined.

"It's just like that, the liquor business in the family has been greatly affected, and now that our shipping channels have been cut off, there's simply no way to maintain it anymore unless we wait for the war to end."

Jon smiled as he clinked glasses with Eyna.

"I thought Mr Crouch had won a major victory?"

At his words, Hunter let out a dismissive snort.

"That's just what the Daily Prophet uses to fool ordinary people, do you really believe that just killing two enemies is a major victory? I see it more as Crouch running out of steam after all the preparations he made and gaining very little."

Bartolo looked at Jon and said with a teasing smile.

"Why are you so concerned about the situation? No matter how much the magical world changes, will your Ollivander family still be afraid of running out of wand business? That is unless all the wizards in the world die out."

Jon pretended to make a gesture a bitter smile.

"Business is business, as long as the war is still going on, our safety can't be guaranteed, can it? Who knows if there will ever be a day when the situation will be so pressing that they will send us into battle as well."

Eyna bristled.

"With the way the Ministry of Magic is posturing right now, it may not be out of the question."

Jon said ruefully.

"It's just since the beginning of this year, it seems like everything has changed, how come we're suddenly having such a hard time?"

His comment brightened the eyes of Hunter, the sharpest-minded of the three, and he asked tentatively.

"So Spike, have you ever wondered why that is?"

Both Bartolo and Eyna also reacted to the situation, and both of their attitudes suddenly became eager.

"That's right, there has to be a reason why things have evolved to this situation today, it's not like any of us have done anything, we've all been doing what we're told to do, so who on earth has caused such a situation to be corrupted step by step?"

Jon heard what they said and first froze, then suddenly became nervous and appalled.

"You guys aren't blaming that gentleman, are you!"

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