Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The Ministry of Magic’s predecessor was the Wizard Council. Although the name changed because of the social situation, the substantive role has not changed. This is a central institution responsible for managing the magic population of a country.

Because of the change of the times, the departments of the Wizard Council had not existed in the past, and most of them have evolved into the eight departments under the Ministry of Magic.

However, no matter how many changes, removals, and additions have been made to other departments, the only thing that hasn’t been moved is the Department of Mysteries and the Dungeon.

In the Department of Mysteries, the various unpredictable forces that have been discovered since ancient times have been concentrated, and the wizards have collected them in every possible way and are constantly trying to explore and experiment here.

The staff working in this confidential department is called a “silent person.”

The prophecy hall where Marx is now is a secret room that was preserved since the era of the Wizard Council.

The countless prophecies placed on the rows and columns of the shelves look like an alchemy.

In fact, according to the early data retained by Ministry of Magic, their origins have not been verified in the era of the Wizards.

We all know that there have been prophets or prophets in the magic circle since ancient times, and they will make various prophecies indefinitely and without distinction.

And every time a prophecy is born in the world, a blank prophecy ball in this hall will be filled with fog, until the end of the prediction period ends, the prophecy ball loaded with prophecy will be automatically cleared.

It is only through the long-term statistics of the silent people that the prophecy balls here have never been fully filled, and even the total amount of predictions every ten years will not be too large.

These wizards can’t help but generate a guess:

“…On this World, the number of prophecies that appear in the same time period is at least “upper”.”

In the Office of Mysteries only one after another, Marx sat behind a silent person’s desk and flipped through various information files.

In the corner behind him, the two silent people were lying stiffly on the cold floor, motionless.

He had already walked a large circle in the prophecy hall, predicting that there were too many balls, and obviously had a counter-search spell, he could not find the one he wanted.

“With … people who are not involved in prophetic content, have no right to get the prophecy…” Marx flipped a stack of research data onto a page, and even pointed at the line frowned, “that is, even if it is Can you take it if you find it?”

Is there any way to take it away? It is still an unknown number. Before that, it is right to find it first.

Skip the documents in front of him, he hurriedly rummaged through the data again, then left it aside and picked up another document to view it…

After a long time, Marx just stood up again and took a page to go outside the office. Before leaving, he finally glanced at the two silent people.

They were bound by the magic contract and could not disclose information for him. This made him have to do it himself and find the answer himself in the messy information.

It can be said that the Ministry of Magic is still very capable in some respects, at least this contract Marx, which is tied to the soul, has no way to do it.

Taking a page of information, he returned to the prophecy hall and walked straight in one direction.

But he did not take a few steps, and then stopped the pace of progress.

“Lucius?”

Marx stood next to a shelf and saw a familiar silhouette through the gap between the prophecy balls on the shelf. It was Draco’s father, Lucius Malfoy.

He thought about it, and there was no slight tension between the eyebrows. After considering it, he walked around the shelf and walked over there.

“Lucius.” Marx shouted quietly, but the other side was shocked.

Lucius, who was standing between the two shelves, slowly turned back. It can be seen that after hearing the sound of Marx, the whole person was a little stiff.

“Hello, Mr. McLorne…”

Lucius just said hello, there is no such thing, he seems to hesitate, not even staring at Marx.

Just then, behind the shelf behind Lucius, a stagnation and indifference sounded.

“The goal has already appeared.”

The voice did not fall, and a piece of black smoke floated out from behind the shelf. A tall, sturdy silhouette of the black and white came out step by step.

“wipe out.”

It seems to be talking to himself, but it is like a cold and cruel command. When the black shadow reads the vocabulary without any ups and downs, it turns into a black meteor and rushes to Marx. come.

At the same time, behind the several shelves behind it, each and everyone vacated the same black shadow, followed by the Accio at the back of Marx.

Marx glanced in the other direction, and the prophecy ball he was looking for was there, but it was not a good time to look at it.

After taking out a magic book and throwing it back, Marx stepped back on the magic book and then turned and fled.

He couldn’t let the stupid Black Deaths ruin the hall—although I don’t know why, Voldemort would rather give up the prophecy and set the ambush, but even if Voldemort didn’t want to see it, he would like to see it!

Or, he has a reason to have to watch!

Marx stepped on the magic book and quickly retreated, and the large group of Black Deaths followed, and the two sides left the prophecy hall in a blink of an eye.

Lucius is still standing, and all the worries and fears in his heart are almost coming out of the throat.

“Damn! What should I do with Malfoy Family?”

At the beginning, Lucius tried to wrestle on both sides, peace of mind as a wall grass, and then wait for the price. But who knows, as time goes by, both sides gradually reveal the power far beyond this era.

When both sides of the wall begin to hurricane, even the wall will be completely destroyed. Where should he go from the grass rooted in the wall?

Just like today, Voldemort gave orders to let him use his family power to try to bring a group of Black Deaths in. Can he refuse?

Lucius threw a refined cane with a family crest in his hand, and he slowly slipped onto the icy black floor against the shelf, his eyes filled with confused colors.

……

On the other side, Marx took a large group of Black Deathers and quickly passed through the time hall.

When he returned to the round room at the beginning, the wall and the twelve thresholds began to turn quickly and stopped rotating in the blink of an eye.

This is a magic set to trap the intruder, so people don’t know where the exit is, but this is not an obstacle for Marx.

He quickly came to a certain of the twelve doors. After the Dark Deaths opened the door of the time hall, he decisively pushed the door and left only a back view for the Black Death.

It was only after he entered that the door was not closed.

The half-open threshold was like an invitation to the Black Deaths. The monotonous Black Deaths went straight to the threshold and followed Marx’s silhouette into the room.

This is a dimly gloomy room, roughly square, all around is a level 1 down step like an auditorium.

Each of these stone steps is quite steep and looks like the courtroom of the Dungeon courtroom. At the bottom of these stone steps, there is no black chair with chains, but a slightly raised stone. platform.

In the center of the stone platform, an old arch is standing steadily. On the arch, a black and smashing black wind is automatic, just as someone gently sways it behind it.

Marx circumvented the arch and looked at the black sly of the curtain, and he didn’t even dare to get close to it.

Among the twelve black thresholds, except for the locked door, the power hidden in this hall is the most obscure.

But if it is close, Marx feels an inexplicable familiarity. It is as if he has been exposed to such magic power fluctuations.

Incidentally, the information contained in this fluctuation does not feel similar on the regular rune table.

However, there was no time for him to think about it, because the Black Deaths had followed in a lot and attacked him without hesitation.

“What exactly is Voldemort thinking about? Why did he set an ambush against me? Who revealed his plan to him?”

There are many problems, but this does not prevent Marx from making the dodge and counterattack flexibly.

As his wand ice shines, a ribbon-like cold air turns away, and the actions of the Black Death begin to lag.

At this moment, Marx’s wand swiftly explored, and a huge force went straight to a black Death, and slammed it directly into the ancient arch in the middle of the hall.

I saw that the black dead man was covered in black gas, and fell to the black curtain, but did not wear it from the middle, but disappeared in the sight of Marx.

This secret arch is a threshold for another mysterious land. Marx can’t help but feel that if he accidentally falls into it, I am afraid I will never come back.

Although he can’t tell why, this feeling is always in his heart.

“peng!”

Marx escaped the black Deaths from behind, letting it lie on the stone steps and splashing a lot of stone fragments.

At the same time, he wand suddenly burst into a burst of ice blue light, a rune quietly fainted at the tip, then spewed out a glare of light.

When Marx handed the wand horizontally, the ice column of the ice blue swept like a sword, and several black deaths were directly frozen into white, and then fell into several pieces.