Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 299: Encountered an ambush

The predecessor of the Ministry of Magic was the Wizarding Council. Although the name has changed due to social conditions, its substantive role has not changed. It is a central organization responsible for the management of a country’s magical population.

Because of the change of time, there are no more departments under the Wizarding Council, and most of them have evolved into the eight departments under the Ministry of Magic.

However, no matter how many changes, removals, and additions have been made to other departments, the only thing that has not been touched is the two levels of the Department of Mysteries and the Dungeon.

In the Department of Mystery Affairs, various unpredictable forces that have been discovered since ancient times have been concentrated. Wizards have collected them in every possible way, and are persistently exploring and experimenting here.

The employees who work in this confidential department are called "silent people."

The prophetic hall where Maca was located at this time was a secret room that has been preserved since the era of the Wizarding Council.

The countless prophecy **** placed on that row of shelves actually look like a kind of alchemy work.

Actually, according to the early data kept by the Ministry of Magic, their origins are no longer verifiable in the era of the Wizarding Council.

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

And every time a prophecy is born in this world, a certain blank prophecy ball in this hall will be filled with the mist, and the prophecy ball loaded with prophecy will be automatically emptied at the second of the end of the prophecy.

It is only through the long-term statistics of the silent man that the prophecy ball here has never been fully filled, and even the total amount of prophecy every ten years will not fluctuate too much.

These wizards can't help but have a guess:

"...In this world, there is at least an "upper limit" in the number of prophecies that can appear at the same time."

In the only office of the Department of Mystery Affairs, Maca sits behind a silent man's desk, flipping through various documents.

In the corner behind him, the two silent men lay stiffly on the cold floor, motionless.

He had been walking around in the prophecy hall before, but there were too many predictable balls, and obviously there was an anti-search curse, he could not find the one he wanted.

"With...people who are not involved in the content of the prophecy, they have no right to obtain the orb..." Maca turned a pile of research materials to a certain page, and then frowned at that line." In other words, even if you find it, you can’t take it away?"

Whether there is any way to take it away is still unknown, but before that, it is the truth to find it first.

I skipped the file in front of him, and he hurriedly checked the pile of data again, then he threw it aside, and picked up another pile of data files to check...

After a long time, Maca stood up again and walked out of the office with a page in his hand. Before leaving, he glanced at the two silent men one last time.

They were bound by the magic contract and couldn't reveal information for him at all, which made him have to do it himself, looking for answers by himself in the messy information.

It can be said that the Ministry of Magic is still very capable in some aspects, at least this kind of contracted Maca bound to the soul has nothing to do with it.

He returned to the prophecy hall with a page of information form, and walked quickly in a certain direction.

But after only a few steps, he stopped moving forward again.

"Lucius?"

Maca was standing next to a shelf, and through the gap between the prophetic **** on the shelf, she saw a fairly familiar figure, Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy.

He thought for a while, his eyebrows tightened slightly, but after some consideration, he still bypassed the shelf and walked over there.

"Lucius." Maca yelled calmly, but the opponent was shocked.

Lucius, who was standing between the two shelves, slowly turned around. It can be seen that after he heard Maca's voice, his whole body was a little stiff.

"Hello, Mr. McLean..."

Lucius just said hello and there was nothing to follow. He seemed to be hesitating, and he didn't even dare to look directly at Maca.

At this moment, behind the shelf behind Lucius, a dull and indifferent voice suddenly appeared.

"The target has appeared."

Before the words were over, a piece of black smoke drifted out from behind the shelf, and a tall, sturdy figure surrounded by black energy walked out step by step.

"Destroy."

It seems to be talking to himself, but it is also like a cold and cruel command. When the black shadow said this word without ups and downs, it turned into a black meteor towards Maca Rushed over here.

At the same time, behind several shelves behind it, black shadows identical to it rose into the sky, following it and flying towards where Maca was.

Maca glanced in the other direction, the prophecy ball he was looking for was there, but right now it was definitely not a good time to check.

Take out a magic book and throw it back, Maca stepped back on the magic book, then turned around and fled.

He couldn't let this group of stupid black dead men ruin this hall-although he didn't know why, Voldemort would rather give up the prophecy and set a trap ambush, but even if Voldemort didn't want to watch it, he still wanted to watch it!

Or, he has a reason to watch!

Maca stepped on the magic book and retreated quickly, while the large group of dark dead followed, and the two sides left the prophecy hall in a blink of an eye.

Lucius is still standing where he is, and all the worries and fears in his heart are almost pouring out of his throat.

"Damn it! What on earth should my Malfoy family do?"

I think at the beginning, Lucius tried to deal with both sides, be a turf with peace of mind, and then wait for the price. But who knows, with the passage of time, both sides gradually showed power far beyond this era.

When a hurricane starts to blow on both sides of the wall, even the wall will be completely destroyed. What should he do with this little grass rooted at the top of the wall?

As it is today, Voldemort gave an order to use his family power to try to bring in a group of Dark Dead. Can he refuse?

Lucius threw aside the exquisite cane with the family crest in his hand. He leaned on the shelf and slowly sat on the cold black floor, his eyes full of confusion.

……

On the other side, Maca rushed past the time hall with a large group of dark dead.

When he returned to the circular room at the beginning, the walls and the twelve doors began to turn quickly, and in a blink of an eye they stopped again.

This is a magic designed to trap invaders, which can make people wonder where the exit is, but it is not an obstacle to Maca.

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

Just after he entered, the door was not closed.

The half-open door is like an invitation to the Black Deaths. The monotonous Black Deaths should go straight to the door and rush into the room following the figure of Maca. .

This is a dark and gloomy room, roughly square in shape, surrounded by steps descending from an auditorium.

Each level of these stone steps is quite steep, which looks very similar to the trial seat in the dungeon courtroom, but at the bottom of these stone steps, there is no black chair with chains, but a slightly raised one. Stone platform.

In the center of the stone platform, there is an ancient archway standing steadily. On that archway, a black curtain of tattered and windless, automatic, as if someone is behind it gently tossing it.

Maca walked around the arch, looking solemnly at the black curtain that was slightly floating, he didn't even dare to approach it easily.

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

But if she gets closer, Maca feels an inexplicable sense of familiarity. It is as if he had been exposed to this kind of magical fluctuations somewhere~IndoMTL.com~ By the way, the information contained in this kind of fluctuations, he has not felt similar on the rule rune table.

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

"What is Voldemort thinking? Why did he set up an ambush against me? Who revealed my plan to him?"

There are many problems, but this does not prevent Maca from dodge and counterattack flexibly.

As the ice light of his wand gleamed, the ribbon-like cold air flow turned away, making the movements of the black dead begin to lag.

At this moment, Maca's wand slid forward, and a huge force rushed straight to a certain dark dead, slamming it directly into the ancient arch in the middle of the hall.

I saw the black dead man engulfed in black air, and fell to the curtain of black curtain at a rapid speed, but did not pass through it, but quietly disappeared in Maca's sight.

This mysterious arch seems to be the door leading to another mysterious place. But Maca couldn't help feeling that if he accidentally fell into it, he might never come back.

Although he can't tell why, this feeling still lingers in his heart.

"Boom!"

Maca dodges the Black Death flying from behind, allowing it to slam heavily on the stone steps, splashing a lot of stone fragments.

At the same time, his wand burst into a burst of icy blue light, and a rune quietly appeared on the tip of the wand, and then spewed out a dazzling beam of light.

When Maca flicked the wand in his hand, the icy blue beam of light swept across like a sharp sword, freezing several of the black dead directly into white, and then falling into several pieces.