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Chapter 178 Time and Prophecy
The regular office of the Department of Mysteries is behind a single black door.

In addition, in the Hall of Time, the compartment where the Death Eaters held Mrs. Selwyn last time was also an independent office.

Now this office belongs to Sherlock.

Mrs. Selwyn is right. The Department of Mysteries has very few staff and has little contact with other departments. Even the Minister of Magic generally has no contact with it. It is the one with the lowest presence and the most mysterious in the entire Ministry of Magic. department.

As far as the office is concerned, Sherlock's one-person office is very large, and it is divided into various areas. In addition, the Ministry of Magic provides three meals, even if he lives in this place all the time, there is no problem at all.

After packing up his things briefly, Sherlock checked the clocks in the time hall outside the office.

The entire Department of Mysteries is very large, and there are many places that even insiders cannot enter.

Mrs. Selwyn didn't specifically remind him which rooms he couldn't enter, but only said that the doors of confidential rooms were sealed by special magic, and those rooms that couldn't be opened at will were forbidden to enter.

And in this time hall, there are many doors through other rooms.

Sherlock stared at the most conspicuous hummingbird ornament for a long time.

The hummingbird hatched back and forth from an egg to a bird, and then reversed from a bird to an egg, just like a biological hourglass, but it embodied two representations of time, forward and backward.

The advancement of time is easy to understand. Every minute and every second that passes now represents the consumption and advancement of time, but regression is not a natural phenomenon.

In a corner of the Hall of Time, many golden pocket watches are sealed in a glass cabinet.

These are the highest level of time research in the magic world-time converter.

The existing time converters are actually alchemy props handed down from ancient times. Its production method has long been lost, and some of the important components have no materials.

Fortunately, these converters are not consumables, they can be reused.

But the Time-Turner seems to work incredible, in fact, its role is quite tasteless.

The rewinding time can only reach five hours at most, and one hour can be rewound by turning the pointer on it back one turn, and no matter who it is, it can only be turned back five times at most.

And there have been many experiments conducted by wizards in the past.

Even if you can go back five hours, the history that has happened in these five hours will not be changed because of the appearance of a time traveler.

But this argument was later questioned by a scholar of the Department of Mysteries who studied time.

The conclusion that history will not change is drawn by those who went back to the past and did not change history, and those time travelers who really changed history, will they still appear at the original correct time?
In other words, they have successfully changed history, and in what form will the changed history be conveyed to this point in time before time travel, subtly changing the cognition of all those who know history?

Or is there a chain reaction and another world with completely different results?

If another world appears, can the saved people and things still be regarded as those people and things before?

Either way, if it happened, and history did change, who would know?

So although history cannot be changed, this is still the main tone in the study of wizards in the time domain, but there are many other different voices.

Sherlock didn't think too much about going back to the past time. The time converter that brought him back to this time goblin was much smarter than those in the Hall of Time.

So far, Sherlock still has to devote time every day to use advanced despelling on it to suppress its self-healing.

In addition to these, there are other unknown but interesting things in the time hall.

On the cabinet to the left of the Time Converter, there are all kinds of hourglasses. Sand flows down from the top of those hourglasses, but the sand on the top does not decrease, and the sand below increases.

It seems that these sands are like the passing time, which will never run out, and will never be filled up.

In the center of these hourglasses, there is a huge hourglass with the most original shape.

In addition to the large size of this hourglass, the "sand" inside is also different from others.

In the upper half, some silver-white particles are flowing down, and after passing through the narrow opening in the middle, the silver particles turn into gold, and the gorgeous light filaments change in the glass hourglass, which is breathtaking. Can't help staring at it in a daze.

The time studied by the Time Hall is the time that has passed. What Sherlock needs is to revise the timeline. He didn't find anything of value here.

Although most of them, he couldn't figure out what to do.

After going around the hall of time, Sherlock began to try to open the doors leading to other rooms in the hall.

There are a total of six doors here, except for the black door for access and the door of the office compartment, there are four doors leading to unknown rooms.

Sherlock tried to push one of them, but when it failed, he went on to try the other three doors.

In the end there are two doors that can be opened.

One of them should be a storage room, which contains all kinds of old hourglasses and clocks. These things seem to have lost their magic power and have been thrown in this room.

Behind another door that can be opened is a room with a completely different style from the Hall of Time.

The room was huge and cold, as tall as a cathedral, and filled with soaring shelves filled with tiny dusty glass spheres.

There are small yellow labels on the shelf below each glass ball. Some small balls emit a mysterious flowing light, while others are vague and dark, like extinguished light bulbs. More candlesticks are embedded in the shelf at intervals. Above, the flames are as blue as the black hall.

Sherlock walked between the shelves, looking at the words on the labels beneath the glass globe.

[1432, Edward Charles]

[1943, Caron Feliches]

[1123, unknown]

[unknown, unknown]

Some of the small glass spheres glow faintly from within, while others are cold and dull.

After staring at those glass balls for a moment, Sherlock knew where this room was.

Hall of Prophecy.

These glass balls placed on the shelves store all the prophecies collected by the Ministry of Magic from ancient times to the present.

Some of the glass balls have lost their function, but most of them can still clearly see the contents of the prophecies inside.

It makes sense that the Hall of Prophecy is part of the Hall of Time.

The main hall outside represents the time that has passed, while the prophecy hall represents the time seen by the wizard in the future.

Compared with the outside, Sherlock has more expectations for the things and information in this prophecy hall.

He walked around here, wandered around all day, and finally got off work and left the Ministry of Magic just before dark.

Before he determined his main direction of attack, Mrs. Selwyn hadn't arranged a job for him, so Sherlock's first day in the Ministry of Magic was very leisurely.

However, this kind of leisure time must not last for too long, at most three days, even if he has not made a choice, Mrs. Selwyn will arrange work for him.

After all, he was paid by the Ministry of Magic, so he couldn't eat free rice in it.

Eddie also came to the Leaky Cauldron during dinner, his face was a little dignified, and he said while eating in Sherlock's room.

"Those people behind Algie started to work hard. Someone from the Ministry of Magic found me today, trying to test my tone and try to bribe me. In the subsequent court hearings, don't reveal some evidence against Algie."

Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

"Why didn't they come to me? I'm the most important witness, right? After all, even people were caught by me."

"They should know that whether it is you or Mrs. Selwyn, you two vital witnesses are not likely to be bribed, so the effort is not in vain."

Sherlock showed a regretful expression, he was still expecting someone to bribe him with money.

Eddie poured Amy a glass of juice.

"These people are very cautious, and they didn't expect to completely exonerate Alji, they just wanted to come in and reduce his punishment, and finally shortened his sentence to less than three years."

"If it's really only three years, then the Ministry of Magic is completely hopeless."

"Oh." Eddie sighed and said nothing.

That's all Sherlock had to say about it.

Even if Algie did end up being acquitted, he wouldn't feel much.

These are all internal affairs of the Ministry of Magic. Eddie told him these because he thought that he would really stay in the Ministry of Magic to develop in the future.

But Sherlock himself knows best that his purpose of entering the Ministry of Magic has nothing to do with these power struggles.

"Tomorrow, I'll take Amy with me. If you want to visit her, you can also come to the ninth floor directly. My current office is in the Hall of Time."

Amy, who was dividing the sausage with a knife and fork, looked up at Sherlock.

"Is there anything interesting in there?"

Sherlock patted her head, and picked up the paper airplane she had folded a few days ago from the table.

"There are lots and lots of these paper airplanes out there, and they all stay in mid-air the way you want them to."

Amy's eyes suddenly became brighter, and she dangled her calf, looking looking forward to it.

Carlisle, the northernmost city in England.

On the outskirts, in the living room of a manor house in the wild where no one could see, a young man was prostrate on the ground.

It seems that this place cannot be illuminated by any light. The dim light makes people feel no warmth at all, only endless coldness, spreading everything in this space.

Countless men in black robes with hideous iron masks stood around.

And those without masks, Bellatrix Lestrange, Igor Karkaroff, Dolphin Roll, Labastan Lestrange
These villains who have appeared countless times in the Daily Prophet, and who also have sky-high rewards on the Ministry of Magic's reward order, are bowing their rebellious heads respectfully, not daring to look at the man sitting on the single sofa chair. The man even glanced at it.

The man in a black robe gently tapped the armrest of the sofa with that pale and slender finger.

"Algie and the others have been arrested?"

The man's voice was neither hoarse nor deep, but it sounded gentle and delicate.

But everyone in this room did not believe his gentleness. Everyone suppressed their breathing, not daring to make any noise to interfere with the man's words.

Kneeling on the ground, the whole body was lying on the ground, the young man with his forehead humbled against the man's toes, his voice was full of fanaticism and respect that was not usually there.

"The four of Gagson and the others were directly imprisoned in Azkaban, and Algie will be tried tomorrow. The families behind him have already started operating within the Ministry of Magic, and they want to distance themselves from us!"

"Their behavior is betrayal!" Bella screamed.

Among all the people, only she dared to speak directly.

"Living is more useful than dead." The man said softly, "He didn't expose our companions. I can accept this level of loyalty. But incompetence is the greatest sin."

His tone was not cold, but these words made everyone present feel cold!
At this moment, Alji's fate is doomed, and no one can change it!
Kneeling on the ground, the young man who regarded the man as his real biological father said excitedly.

"Let me go! Master! Let me deal with that waste!"

The man stroked his hair gently, speaking gently.

"You are much more important than him, so you can't take such a risk. You have other more important tasks."

Trembling, the young man kissed the upper of the man's shoe.

"At your command, my master!"

"That room exists, and only the director of the Department of Mysteries knows of its existence, but they generally don't put such crucial information on the surface."

"I'll make her drink Veritaserum! Make her tell all she knows!" the young man promised.

The man smiled and shook his head.

"No, no, no, the human brain is the most obvious place, she wouldn't be so stupid as to put those things in her head."

The young man raised his head blankly, he didn't understand the man's words.

The man gently stroked the body of his wand, with a smile on his face, but his eyes were full of indifference and sinister.

"Find her hidden memory. The brain is an unsafe place. Only by extracting the memory inside can it be hidden in a more secret place!"

"Go find it, find that memory, open that room! Bring me back that thing inside!"

Numerous masked and unmasked wizards all prostrated themselves on the ground.

They swore with high spirits and fanaticism.

"I will give you everything! Great Dark Lord!"

(End of this chapter)