Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

Crossing the main hall and walking to the end of the hall, you can see a row of golden doors, each door is a lift, here is the only passage to each floor.

"Director Wilson!"

"Ok!"

The elevator opened, and two staff members greeted him again. Wilson nodded silently, stepped into the elevator, and pressed the button leading to the sixth basement, Department of Magic and Transportation.

As the two employees left, the elevator closed slowly. In the elevator, Director Wilson took a deep breath, helped his eyes that were not used to it, folded his hands on his lower abdomen, his right hand was still tight Holding the wand.

Ding dong, the elevator door opened, and a staff member in charge of reception and diversion raised his head involuntarily when he heard the sound.

"Huh? Director Wilson? You...didn't you ask for leave today..."

Seeing the staff's puzzled expression, Wilson pulled a forced smile on his stiff face again, looked at the staff, coughed lightly and said:

"Ahem... Phew!

That's right, beheading the lord a few days ago... The dark lord's tactics failed, the minister was afraid of the dark... The dark lord implemented an anti-beheading plan, and asked me to check the anti-apparition device and the Floo network blocking device!

Ahem... Just to be on the safe side, take me to check it again! "

Hearing the director's words, the employee nodded suddenly.

These matters are originally the scope of Director Wilson's responsibility. During special periods, it is not uncommon for temporary inspections to be carried out, and there is nothing wrong with it.

"OK then..."

The clerk said, put down the quill in his hand, stood up, and walked towards the anti-apparition office.

The walls on both sides are black in the center, and the edges are gradually whitening. While adding a solemn atmosphere to the Ministry of Magic, it also makes people feel a little bit of pressure.

Today's Director Wilson felt this feeling. Although nothing special happened along the way, his heart was still beating non-stop.

thump

thump

thump

"It's here... ah..."

Director Wilson was not careful, he didn't stop, and hit the employee.

But the staff's subconscious exclamation aroused Wilson's stress response!

"Avada eats a big melon!"

Ring Ring Ring! ! !

The subconscious reaction took the life of the staff, but also alarmed the Ministry of Magic.

The sharp and ear-piercing siren instantly broke the peace of the Ministry of Magic!

"Who!

"There are enemies!"

"where!"

"Someone invaded!"

"The Unforgivable Curse, the Killing Curse!"

"The sixth floor! It's the Department of Magical Transportation!"

"Department of Magical Traffic?!?! Oops!"

Oops!

It is indeed bad!

Holding the wand in his hand, Wilson slammed it into the big lock in the center of the door of the forbidden room.

In an instant, a burst of red light split from the center of the door of the forbidden room, with the wand as the center, split into irregular rectangles.

Gala!Gala!

There was a heavy mechanical sound, and the door slowly folded and shrunk around. Wilson looked back nervously while wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Wilson! It's Wilson! The director of the Transportation Department is a fake!"

"Polyjuice Potion! It's Polyjuice Potion!"

A group of people, who had been exposed to the truth, crowded into the elevator like crazy, completely losing their gentle, respectful and thrifty attitude in the past.

"Stop him!"

"Smashed to pieces!"

The first person to rush up to the sixth floor was about to stop Wilson, but before he could even react, he was blasted to death by a curse from behind.

In an instant, everyone's faces turned pale!

"Yes! Traitor! Traitor! Ah!!!"

The curse intertwine and the narrow sixth floor has now become a meat grinder, devouring the figures of people who want to pass him.

Everyone is like falling into an ice cave. They can't tell who is a comrade-in-arms and who is an enemy. The companions who fought side by side in the past are now facing each other with the tip of their sticks, ready to kill each other at all times.

In the confinement room, Wilson, who was crawling in, turned around and finally saw the intricate metal instrument suspended in the air in front of him, like concentric ghostly balls, constantly rotating.

Holding the wand tightly in his right hand, aiming at the complex and precise instrument suspended in mid-air and constantly rotating, he used the most powerful spell in his life.

"Fiendfire burns!"

First a pale blue Mars...

And then a leaping flame...

Bang!

An explosion spread throughout the Ministry of Magic. Everyone stared dumbfounded at the floor where the Department of Magical Communications was located, with panic and hesitation on their faces.

The ferocious flames were blazing, and Director Wilson, who was blown to the wall by the shock wave, gradually turned into a black-haired young man.

The young man looked at the flames in front of him, grinned happily, turned his head to look at the others, opened his sleeves, and stabbed fiercely into the ferocious black mark with his wand.

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