Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

Centered on the fountain and the silver sphere, on the outside of the four walls are escalators that spiral upward, criss-cross, and constantly change.

There are wizards standing on each escalator, taking them to different floors above.

After arriving at the destination, with a flash of green light, the wizards disappeared and entered their respective offices.

Along the escalator, Ivan saw a constantly changing dynamic picture, which was also the main source of the noisy sound he just heard.

In the Ministry of Magic he was familiar with, there were the windows of the various departments, they were enchanted, and the Magic Maintenance Department determined what the weather was like every day, but now, they are a huge glass wall, paired with constant The changing picture looks like an electronic screen.

This electronic screen composed of glass walls is probably this kind of thing. Ivan thinks that wizards should not use too much technology related to Muggles. The constantly changing pictures in front of them may be driven by magic, or It is the combination of magic and science.

At this time, the above is broadcasting the abolition of the law on pure blood theory, interspersed with interviews with several wizards from time to time.

Chapter 1137 Change and Thinking

The voice Ivan heard below was the voice of the wizards above the screen, which echoed throughout the hall.

Unexpectedly, it was Ivan's acquaintance who was being interviewed now: Mr. Weasley.

Or more accurately, Mr. Weasley 18 years later.

He looked much older, a little fatter, not so thin, and the top of his head was completely bald, but he still had a familiar smile on his face.

In the picture, his identity is the director of the Department of Muggle Affairs Management and Control, which is a very important department. He is expressing his views on the proposal to abolish the pure-blood theory and the privileges of the pure-blood wizard family, "I completely I support the proposal proposed by the minister. The magic world has reached a time when it must be reformed. Many ancient traditions and laws are no longer suitable for the development of the times. In the past..."

"The current Minister of Magic likes Muggles!" Delphi said disdainfully.

"It's really bad enough!" Riddle said without hesitation, looking at Mr. Weasley on the screen, "It makes me feel sick."

"I think so too, but don't say such things here, Tom, people will hear you. Now the Ministry of Magic has the upper hand. Right, open the magic world."

"Cooperate with Muggles, these people are crazy!"

"Believe me, it won't be that easy."

Ivan didn't participate in the conversation between the two of them. Apart from Mr. Weasley, he also wanted to know the future of others.

Moreover, the hall of the Ministry of Magic in front of him gave him an unprecedented sense of freshness.

Here, he can clearly feel the progress of the times, the rapid development of magic and technology, and his current appearance is like an antique.

Calculating the time, 18 years after the Battle of the Ministry of Magic, it should be around 2015...

The development of Muggle technology is quite fast, and it has begun to affect the wizarding world in turn.

The impact of civilization, the combination of technology and magic, has become the current trend.

Along the way, the wizards Ivan saw were much more stylishly dressed. They held strange equipment in their hands. Complex operating patterns and figures shot out from the screen and appeared in front of them. Wizards pointed at them, or Talk to the other side.

The painting style is broken, this is not the magic world that Ivan is familiar with, it looks a bit sci-fi.

In addition, there are many devices that Ivan can't name. They are placed in the corners of the hall and in the corridors for wizards to use.

But the core hasn't changed, and a magic wand is needed to operate these machines.

The magical atmosphere in the air is complicated, and these machines that look like machines all exude traces of magic.

"Go this way, Alvin, the fireplace is on the lower floor, and we have to go through this escalator," Delphi said.

"Where are we going now?"

"Well, Knockturn Alley, do you two know that place?" Delphi asked.

"Obviously, the gathering place of dark wizards is very dangerous."

"It's also very safe. The power of the Ministry of Magic has not fully penetrated there. We can find a good hiding place and buy the things we need to hide our identity for the next step."

Although Delphi is only 15 years old, she is a dark wizard.

Considering her identity, this is not surprising, Ivan even wanted to see if she had the Dark Mark on her hand.

The escalator descends slowly to the floor below the main hall, which is the entrance to the Ministry of Magic.

This time, the Ministry of Magic that Ivan is familiar with is similar. The floor is a polished dark wooden floor, and the peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with gleaming golden symbols, constantly moving and changing.

The walls were paneled with dark, glossy black wood, and many gilt fireplaces were built into the wood panels.

Every few seconds, with a soft pop, a wizard popped out of one of the fireplaces to the left.

On the right, there are several people waiting to leave in front of each fireplace.

The Ministry of Magic did not make too many changes to the entrance. It just hung a huge golden and magnificent chandelier in the center, and then there was the escalator that Ivan and the others came down. It was a space extended by space magic.

They made their way across the case desk, where the Ministry of Magic staff, buried in their newspapers, didn't see the three of them.

Ivan was very happy to see that he read "Hogwarts Wizardry News".

The home page is a row of titles, the most eye-catching is a review article about the bill to abolish the privileges of pure-blood wizards, and there is a row of subtitles below, what is the fusion of technology and magic, the social problems brought about by the influx of North African witchcraft into Europe, the upcoming Quidditch World Cup matches and more.

Below is a picture, Ivan can't see it clearly, the person who is speaking looks a bit like Hermione...

Before each fireplace stood a house-elf, dressed like a goblin.

They tried to smile, kept bowing, instructing guests, or flooing into the flames.

"Let's meet at Borgin Bock's magic shop in Knockturn Alley!" Delphi whispered, "I'll go there and wait for you."

A house-elf sprinkled her with a handful of Floo powder, and the flames turned emerald green, and she walked in and disappeared.

"Sir!" The house elf bowed respectfully, looking at Ivan and Riddle with bulbous eyes.

Riddle ignored the other party, he was not in a hurry to follow.

"The two of us should talk," he said briskly. "I need to find out when we can go back?"

"This is really a good question!" Ivan took out the time converter and looked at it. The dial looked like a timer, and the only pointer on it remained motionless. "I can't understand this thing..."

"This pointer, can't it be adjusted manually?" Riddle also came over.

"No!" Ivan touched it with his wand, but there was no response, "This time converter is out of my control. According to my last experience, it will go back after a period of time when the magic power disappears, but this magic power..."

"That's the possibility of not going back!" Riddle said, "In this case, it is necessary to get that new time-turner. Also, do you know why we came to this point in time? Is there something in it? Special significance?"

"Not sure!" Aiwen lowered his head and carefully studied the time converter at hand, there was no magical response on it.

He had been exposed to the Time-Turner from Hermione, which was completely different from this one.

Since he couldn't take the initiative to adjust the pointer to determine the time to go, Aiwen once thought that the input energy was working, but now it doesn't seem to be the case.

He doesn't know much about time magic, and this converter is completely unknown, everything is a mystery.

Riddle didn't have any clue, he knew that there was no Avendo.

The only way to find out about this is to ask the time titan Chronos, or Rowena Ravenclaw herself...

Chapter 1138 Borginbock

One is a wizard who lived thousands of years ago, and the other has fallen and turned into time itself.

No matter who it is, it is very difficult for Aiwen to meet him, and it is even more impossible under the current circumstances.

"If it comes, it will be safe, and there will always be a way." Aiwen said, and put the time converter back, "What are you going to do?"

"Follow Delphi first, and get the time-turner she mentioned." Riddle said.

"Then make this the primary goal." Ai Wen nodded and said, "Tom, don't you feel it? This future is very interesting. The times are developing, the fusion of technology and magic, the collision of civilizations, and even house elves It’s all changed so much.”

"It's really good!" Riddle glanced disdainfully at the house elf who was dressed like a goblin beside him.

Under Riddle's gaze, he took a step back in fear, with a panicked expression on his face.

He didn't know why Riddle and Ivan stopped here, were they dissatisfied with his service?

"Yeah, I can't wait to see the future of me, Hermione and others." Ivan continued, as if he didn't hear Riddle's irony, "It seems that Voldemort and the evil god have been defeated , everything is going in a good direction, what do you think you will become? Do you still exist?"

"I am immortal, I must have acquired a new body..."

"Yes, and such a lovely daughter, so, Tom, we..."

"I said, don't..."

Riddle was interrupted when the house-elf said awkwardly, "Do you use the Floo, gentlemen?"

"Oh, we are going to use it, thank you!" Aiwen said, seeing the security guards approaching, "Let's go, Tom!"

In the next second, the pale-faced Riddle disappeared, and Ivan walked into the emerald green flame that was quietly burning in the fireplace.

"Knockturn Alley!" He left, leaving the house-elf standing there dumbfounded.

Even though the times have improved so much, using the Floo network is still an uncomfortable travel.

Aiwen seemed to be sucked into a huge socket hole, his body was spinning rapidly, and the whistling sound beside his ears was deafening.

Dazed by the swirling green flames, he turned and saw a series of furnace doors flash past vaguely.

Then, at his destination, he landed on the cold stone ground.

Ivan misses Phoenix Fox a little bit, and it is much more comfortable to let it carry the conversion space than this.

He stepped out of the fireplace, and in front of him was a spacious and dimly lit wizard shop.

Compared to the changed Ministry of Magic, time seemed to stand still in Borginburg's shop.

During the summer vacation of the first grade, Ivan and Harry once looked at this store from a distance, and the interior layout has hardly changed.

On a cushion in the glass case in front of him, there was a withered human hand, a stack of bloodstained cards, a teapot with one corner missing, and a glass eyeball that was motionless, and the hideous mask squinted down on the wall. , with all kinds of human bones on the counter, and rusty tines hanging from the ceiling.

Poor Mr. Borgin, the items in his shop seem to be quite unpopular...

This is not surprising at all, Ivan can't see which normal wizard would need this thing.

Delphi was standing in front of the counter, looking seriously at the withered human hand on the mat.

"This store is very interesting. It sells and recycles all kinds of interesting black magic items. I have been here a few times before, and many of them are very practical." Delphi said, "Look at the introduction of this item, Hand of Glory, insert Last candle, only the person who holds it can see the light, I think we should need one, maybe we will use it."

"You have good eyesight, my dear lady. This is the best friend of thieves and robbers. It only costs five hundred Galleons."

A hunched man appeared behind the counter. It was Mr. Borgin.

He is very old, his hair is gray, and the smile on his face gives people a treacherous and sleek feeling.

Five hundred gold Galleons, even if I gave Aiwen change, he would not touch this dirty human hand.

"Well, let's take a look again, do you have an invisibility cloak here?" Delphi asked.

"Yes, that's my treasure, and it needs [-] Galleons." Mr. Bo Jin's tone was almost flattering.

"The price is not a problem!" Delphi didn't even blink, "Take it out and let me see."

It seems that Voldemort or other Death Eaters left Delphi a large inheritance and didn't care about money at all.

Otherwise, in this era, the depreciation of Galleon is too fast.

Ten thousand Galleons to buy an invisibility cloak, what is the difference between this and stealing money?

In the time Aiwen was familiar with, invisibility cloaks were precious, but they were not uncommon. As long as there were furs of invisible beasts or materials soaked in powerful invisibility potions, they could be made. Depending on the strength of the effect, the price ranged from three hundred to two thousand gold. Garen didn't wait.

Aiwen has never heard of someone spending 1 Galleons to buy an invisibility cloak.

If it was really because of the depreciation of the currency, he would have the urge to go back to the past and resell things to this point in time...

"Evan, come and see this glorious hand." Delphi turned around and said, "Where is Tom?"

"Oh, he's behind!" Ivan said.

As soon as the words fell, Riddle pretended to come out from the fireplace.

He squinted and looked around with interest, obviously familiar with the store.

At this moment, Mr. Bokin came out from behind the counter with the invisibility cloak, and he also saw Riddle.

The smile on his face froze and disappeared, and soon turned into horror and fear. He recognized Riddle's identity.

Ivan heard that Riddle did not work in the Ministry of Magic after graduating from Hogwarts, but came to this store unexpectedly, looking for precious collections used to make Horcruxes here, so, Mr. Borgin knew Riddle well.

Not a good memory, especially after Riddle became Voldemort...

Mr. Bokin looked at Riddle who had just come out of the fireplace in disbelief, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"Li, Li, Li..." He panted heavily, greatly stimulated, "Riddle!"

Voldemort has failed, he is dead, but why does this boy look so much like...

Absolutely right, impossible to admit wrong.