Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 298: 12 black gates
"Maca, there is news from Arthur, and Harry successfully completed the task."
When Harry was sitting in the interrogation chair in the tenth courtroom facing heavy pressure, Sirius happily conveyed the good news to Maca's ears.
"Harry is really fine." Maca smiled. "He has always been a Gryffindor lion, and he has never lacked courage."
"Of course, James--"
"Don't mention his father," Maca waved to Sirius, "Harry is Harry, not someone's heir. When facing evil, he just needs to be himself."
After that, Maca stood up from behind the desk and stretched greatly.
"Okay, then I should also act..." He put down his arms, his eyes pierced and said, "Sirius, first let all the members of the Order of the Phoenix stay in preparation. During my absence, , We must strengthen our vigilance!"
Maca thought for a while, and then reminded: "If you are in trouble, don't take the sisters Leni and Lena as a burden...In terms of combat effectiveness, they are no worse than any of them."
"Oh?" Sirius glanced at Maca in surprise, but didn't ask much.
Nodded towards Sirius, Maca turned around and walked to the small bedroom next to it...
Meanwhile, the Ministry of Magic, the Department of Mysteries.
Behind the black door where Bodder walked in, was a wide round room.
Everything here, including the floor and ceiling, is uniformly black. Twelve identical black doors are neatly inlaid on the curved black walls.
Some candles with faint blue flames swayed on the wall, and the cold and shimmering flames reflected on the smooth marble floor, making the ground like a pool of black ink.
In the gap between the ceiling of this room and the arc-shaped black wall, a black dot that is almost integrated with the surrounding does not move, only a faint blue light flashes occasionally to prove that there is something there. Where.
Suddenly, the blue light that only flickered for a long time suddenly came on. Although the light is still not very eye-catching, if you look closely, you will find that the gloom is actually lit up behind the black spots.
At this moment, the black spot moved!
Silent movement, fragmented and rapid pace, eight slender feet that are constantly swinging... and eight pairs of gray-green eyes that suddenly open.
That is a shrunken eight-eyed giant spider!
When it climbed silently to the ground, following the blue gloom, several tiny and delicate runes flashed quickly under its belly, and the space suddenly twisted.
The next moment, a figure in an exquisite wizard robe suddenly appeared on top of it, and then spread his legs and stood on the black floor in a very unsightly posture, holding a strip of color in his hand that is particularly eye-catching. The orange***.
"Xiao Qi, I told you during practice, you can stand anywhere, don't stand on the ground!" The figure immediately squatted down and let the little eight-eyed giant spider crawl into his palm." Are you really afraid of me stepping on you?"
After that, he directly stuffed the little spider into his sleeve, and put the "cloth" in his hand back into his pocket, then he straightened up and looked around the room.
"Sure enough, those guys will still send Harry to the courtroom in the dungeon, but Harry really deserves encouragement. The task is simple, but it is not easy."
This is of course Maca. He drew a mark rune on Xiao Qi's belly, which is enough to use the door key to sneak into the places where there is no confinement space.
He looked at the twelve black doors around him. There were no door handles on them, and no nameplates to indicate the function of each room, as if anything that could distinguish them did not exist.
Maca thought for a while, walked to a door, and closed his eyes slightly.
Immediately afterwards, he stroked the door leaf with one hand, concentrating on feeling the subtle magical fluctuations behind the door.
After a short while, he turned and walked slowly along the curved wall, and his fingertips slipped quietly across the doors and walls. After just walking a full circle, his footsteps suddenly stopped. .
"...the net is some inexplicable force," Maca suddenly opened his eyes, and gently pushed the first door he touched, "especially inside...what is this?"
Sure enough, the door couldn't be pushed at all, it seemed to be locked by some kind of powerful magic.
Maca pondered, and finally shook his head.
"Let’s talk about it later, first go and take what should be..."
Take out a bottle of Xianyin Potion from his waist. After he raised his head to drink it, he walked straight to a certain black door on the other side.
The door was not locked, and Maca easily pushed it open.
When those bright and pulsating lights filled his vision, an obscure wave of magical power enveloped him.
The twelve black doors have the effect of blocking the breath, but the effect is not perfect. It was just behind this door that Maca felt this familiar fluctuation.
In the rule rune chart attached to the back of the book of sin, the rune that represents time is this feeling-although he still can't understand the mystery so far.
In this room, countless watch dials are shining with faint but deep brilliance.
Various kinds of clocks and watches of different sizes are staggered. There are large floor-standing desk clocks, wall-mounted household wall clocks, and even rows of hourglass timers neatly placed in glass-door cabinets. They all wear a golden chain that looks like a necklace.
Some of them hang in the middle of some staggered supports, some stand on a long dining table, and of course some are directly placed on the floor because of their large size.
It is precisely these large numbers of clocks and watches with inconsistent models and styles that make the rapid and seemingly non-stop ticking sounds continue to reverberate, neatly, but with distinct levels, just like the footsteps of a marching guard of honor sound.
And the initial light shining like a diamond came from the crystal-clear dial of the towering bell-shaped crystal cover in the deepest part of the room.
Standing in this peculiar room, Maca sincerely sighs the depth of magic, which is incredible.
"Material promotes appearance, spiritual deduction rules."
He remembered the original answer to Bronze Kitty. At that time, he was just dealing with it, but now that he thinks about it, the meaning is extremely profound.
Except for the bell-shaped crystal cover, the other clocks are just ordinary magic clocks. The magic principle is just to calculate the interval of every second according to the knowledge of the rising and falling of the moon and the shifting of the stars, and the clocks in the Muggle world. Almost the same.
But it is these ordinary clocks, when they are gathered together, they can make him feel the spiritual interpretation of the rules.
But Maca doesn't expect him to get anything out of it, because if you feel the subtle rules here, it's better to think about the rule rune chart to make it clearer!
Sighing slightly, Maca decisively raised his leg and walked towards the bell-shaped crystal cover.
This is the time hall of the Department of Mystery Affairs, and the room connected to the time hall must be the prophecy hall.
Walking along the narrow gap between the long dining table, Maca looked at the crystal cover casually, and there seemed to be a churning chain of light in it.
In the middle of those chains of light, there is a jewel-like egg floating.
It rose quietly as the light chain circulated, and then it split silently, and a hummingbird flew up in the egg and went straight to the top of the glass cover.
But as the chain of light flows and falls, the bird turns into a feather with a little bit of wilting, aging, and falling down, until it reaches the bottom and becomes a jewel-like bird's egg again.
"Hummingbird?" Maca tilted his head, a little dazed.
His Animagus form is like a hummingbird, but what is the connection between time and hummingbirds... To be honest, he has never had this association.
Scratching his scalp inexplicably, he silently remembered this unexpected information~IndoMTL.com~ and planned to write it down after going back for future consideration.
Afterwards, Maca walked around the glass cover with traces of rules and looked at the only door behind it.
Pushing the door lightly, it opened without making a sound.
Behind this door, there is a room as tall as a church. It is full of neat rows of black wooden frames. The wooden frames are covered with dusty and muddy glass balls. There is nothing else. Things out.
There is only a group of candlesticks that are inlaid on the edge of the wooden frame at a certain distance, and the dim candlelight spreads out, but it does not make the place very bright.
Like the original round house with twelve doors, the flames of these candles are all blue. Those small glass **** with turbid clouds faintly flowing inside, small ones emitting extremely faint gray light.
This room is obviously colder than the time hall outside.
"Prophecy Ball...?"
Maca just knew that Voldemort would care about prophecies, because that guy's repeated failures would definitely have psychological support for those mysterious and mysterious things.
It's like, when someone predicts that you will be killed by someone, will you really be indifferent? Especially in this magical world where the blood is really flowing!
At least Maca will care very much, even if he is really difficult to understand such things as prophecies, it does not prevent him from paying attention to things that are good or bad for him.
Speaking of which, he has actually experienced a prediction that could not be "straightforward".
After taking a deep breath, Maca drew out his wand and stretched it straight forward.
He did know that Voldemort would want to know the prediction made by Professor Trelawney more than ten years ago, but Maca has no way of knowing where the prediction ball is.