Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“Marx, Arthur has news over there, and Harry has successfully completed the mission.”

Sirius happily conveyed the good news to Marx’s ear as Harry was sitting on the interrogation chair in the tenth courtroom.

“Harry really is fine.” Marx said with a smile. “He has always been a young lion of Gryffindor, and courage is still not lacking.”

“That is, of course, James -“

“Don’t mention him father,” Marx waved to Sirius. “Harry is Harry, not who’s heir. In the face of evil, he just needs to be himself.”

After all, Marx stood up from the back of the desk and stretched out a lot.

“Okay, then I should act again…” He lowered his arms and looked at him. “Sirius, you first let the members of the Order of the Phoenix be prepared. During this time, I will definitely Strengthen your vigilance!”

Marx thought about it and reminded him: “If you are in trouble, don’t take Lenny and Lena sisters as cumbersome… They can’t be worse than any one.”

“Oh?” Sirius glanced at Marx in surprise, but didn’t ask much.

Pointing nodded to Sirius, Marx turned and walked to the small bedroom next to it…

At the same time, Ministry of Magic, Department of Mysteries.

Behind the black door where Bode walked in was a wide, round room.

Everything here, including the floor and ceiling, is a uniform black, with twelve identical black doors neatly inlaid on curved black walls.

Some candles with a faint blue glow swayed on the wall, and the icy and shimmering flames reflected on the polished marble floor, making the ground resemble a pool of ink.

Just in the seam between the ceiling of the room and the curved black wall, a black dot that is almost integrated with the surrounding is completely motionless, only occasionally flashing a faint blue light, only to prove that there is something there. .

Suddenly, the blue light that flashed for a long time suddenly turned on. Although the light is still not very eye-catching, if you look carefully, you will find that the light is actually lit up behind the black spots.

Just then, the black point moved!

Silencio’s movement, fine and rapid pace, eight swinging slinks… and eight pairs of gray-green eyes.

That is a reduced Acromantula!

As it climbed silently to the ground, as the blue light flashed, several tiny refined runes flashed underneath its belly, and the space suddenly twisted.

The next moment, a silhouette in a beautiful wizard robe suddenly appeared on top of it, then forked his legs and stood on the black floor in a very unsightly manner, holding a color that was particularly eye-catching orange * **.

“Small seven, I told you when I practiced, stand anywhere, don’t stand on the ground!” The silhouette immediately slammed down and let the little Acromantula climb into his hand. “I am not afraid that I will step on you.” what?”

After all, he directly put 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.

“The guys still managed to get Harry out of the dungeon’s courtroom, but Harry really deserves to be encouraged. This task is simple, but it’s not easy.”

This is of course Marx. He painted the rune for marking on the belly of Xiaoqi, which is enough to use portkey to infiltrate those places where there is no space for confinement.

He looked at the twelve black doors around, there were no door handles on it, and there was no nameplate for each room, as if anything that could distinguish them did not exist.

Marx thought about it and went straight to a door, then closed his eyes slightly.

Then, he gently stroked the door leaf and concentrated on the slight magic power fluctuation behind the door.

After a short while, he turned and walked slowly along the curved wall, his fingertips slid across the path of the threshold and the wall, and after just a full lap, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

“…the net is some inexplicable power,” Marx opened his eyes and 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.

Marx pondered it and eventually shook his head.

“Let’s talk about it later, go and take the things you took…”

Take a bottle of Xianyin potion from the waist. After drinking it on his head, he went straight to a black door on the other side.

The door was not locked and Marx pushed it away easily.

When the rays of light, such as diamonds, flooded his field of vision, a fascinating magic power wave wraps his entire body.

The twelve black doors have the effect of blocking the breath, but the effect is not perfect. Marx just felt the familiar fluctuation behind the door.

In the regular rune chart attached to the book of sin, the rune that represents time is the feeling—although he still can’t understand the mystery so far.

In this room, the countless watch dials are shining with a faint but deep radiance.

Various types of clocks of different sizes are scattered, with large floor clocks, wall-mounted household wall clocks, and even several rows of hourglass timers that are neatly placed in glass door cabinets. A golden chain that looks like a necklace.

Some of them hang in the middle of some staggered brackets, and some stand on a long dinning table, and of course they are placed directly on the floor because of the large size.

It is these large numbers of watches that are inconsistent in these models and styles, so that the rushing and seemingly unstoppable screams continue to reverberate, neat and uniform, yet distinct, like the footsteps of an honor guard who is marching.

The original rays of light, like diamonds, came from the crystal dial of the towering bell-shaped crystal cover at the deepest part of the room.

Standing in this strange room, Marx sincerely lamented the mystery of magic, which is incredible.

“Materials promote the appearance, the spirit of deductive rules.”

He remembered the answer to the original answer to the Bronze Kitty. At that time, he was only dealing with it, but now he wants to come, and the meaning is extremely profound.

In addition to the bell-shaped crystal cover, the other clocks are ordinary magic clocks, and the magic principle is just the interval of every second, according to the knowledge of the rising sun, Big Dipper Turns and Stars Move, and the muggle world. The clocks are almost the same.

It is these ordinary clocks that, when they are gathered together, can make him feel the spiritual interpretation of the rules.

But Marx doesn’t expect him to get anything from it, because it’s better to feel the subtle rules from here, but to figure out the rules of the rune chart to be clearer!

Slightly sighed, Marx raised his leg decisively and walked toward the bell-shaped crystal hood.

This is the time room of the Department of Mysteries, and the room connected to the time room is bound to be the prophecy hall.

Walking along the narrow gap between the long dinning tables, Marx looked at the crystal cover casually, and there seemed to be a tumbling light chain that continually circulated.

In the middle of those light chains, there is a jewel-like egg floating.

It quietly rises with the flow of the light chain, and then splits silently. A hummingbird flies up in the egg and rises straight to the top of the glass cover.

But as the light chain turns, the bird turns into a feather, withered, aging, and falling, until the bottom, once again turned into a jewel-like bird.

“Hummingbird?” Marx stunned his head, a bit stunned.

His Animagus form is a hummingbird, but it has to be said that time has something to do with the hummingbird… To be honest, he has never had such associations.

Inexplicably scratching his scalp, he silently recorded the information he had received in the accident, and he planned to go back and write it down for future consideration.

Marx then circumvented the glass cover, which contained a trace of regularity, and looked toward the one after another door behind it.

Nudge the threshold, it opened, and there was no sound.

Behind the door is a church-like room full of neat rows of black wooden frames, all covered with dusty, turbid glass balls, and nothing else. .

There is only a set of candlesticks, the edge of the wooden frame is set at a certain distance, and the faint candlelight spreads out, but it does not make it appear brighter.

Like the original round house with twelve doors, the flames of these candles are all blue. The small glass balls that faintly circulate inside the turbid clouds, the small faint faint gray light.

This room is obviously colder than the outside time room.

“Prophecy ball…?”

Marx just knows that Voldemort will definitely care about prophecy, because the goods fail repeatedly, and will definitely have psychological support for those metaphysical and mysterious things.

It’s like, when someone predicts that you will be killed by someone, will you really be indifferent? Especially in this magic world that predicts that bloodline really flows!

At least Marx would be very concerned, even if he did not understand the prophecy of this kind of thing, but it did not prevent him from paying attention to things that are beneficial or harmful to him.

Speaking of it, he has actually experienced a prophecy of “straightforward”.

After deep took a deep breath, Marx pulled out the wand and stretched straight ahead.

He did know that Voldemort would want to know the prophecy made by Professor Trelawny more than a decade ago, but where the prophecy was, Marx couldn’t tell.