Chapter 235 10 Unforgivable Evils

Heck has always been a good guy.

He is also the most un-unreserved person in the German Ministry of Magic.

He never behaves as aloof as other colleagues.

He has a good relationship with colleagues other than the Department of Mysteries.

He likes to make friends, like he can have a couple of drinks with anyone in the pub.

But regarding his work in the Department of Mysteries, Heeck has always remained silent about it.

Those friends who get along with him are also tactful and never ask this question that is doomed to be unanswered and embarrassing.

The working hours of the unreserved are never fixed, which is obviously an unconventional workplace in the German magic world that pays attention to rules, is old-fashioned and serious.

But after all, the special nature of the Department of Mysteries is here.

Every wizard called the unreserved person studies the strangest and most mysterious things in the magic world, and the unreasonable becomes reasonable.

One o'clock in the morning is the time for Heeck to go to work.

He is different from his predecessor in the current position, the blindfolded little girl who can stay in the Department of Mysteries at any time.

He has his own family, so he is always on time when he comes to work. He will not be late for work, and he will stay in the Department of Mysteries for half a minute after get off work.

Heike walked into the tower-like Department of Mysteries of the German Ministry of Magic. Their office is separate from the regular departments of the Ministry of Magic.

The lonely tower is like an abrupt pillar, but it will never be discovered by Muggles.

He walked up the spiral staircase in the tower. During this period, the colleagues he met would stop and say hello to him, and he responded calmly.

He didn't stop until he came to the 13th floor, a floor that was deliberately planned.

The originally gentle and calm eyes suddenly became a little cold and gloomy, as if he had completely changed a person.

The tower looks small from the outside, but the space inside is much larger. He walked all the way to the depths of the 13th floor, and finally came to a room filled with white light everywhere.

This whole floor is Heike's office, but in fact he is responsible for only one thing.

On the other side of this room that is always as bright as day, there is a separate space separated by glass, or it can be said to be a cell.

There are no vicious prisoners in that cell. It is empty, with only a scarecrow standing there, wearing a tattered robe, holding an old kerosene lamp in one hand and a rusty sickle in the other.

The scarecrow looks ordinary from the outside, like a poor-quality product made by a farmer temporarily, but every time Heike saw it in the past, he always felt cold all over.

But this time, he did not choose to avoid his sight, but used his numb and empty eyes to look closely at the sunken part of the scarecrow, which should be the eyes.

"Fei knows you are very unwilling."

Completely different from Heike's normal tone, a cold and ruthless voice sounded in the room.

"That man broke your hope of returning to the best times. You want to seek revenge on him and escape again."

"At this point, our goals are the same. So, my master wants to make a deal with you."

"Hike" bent down and gently placed a gray crown stained with brown-red blood on the ground.

"We can help you erase the last bit of your shortcomings, but before killing that man, you have to take him to see my master."

After his voice fell, the room became quiet again.

The straw man trapped in the glass cover was motionless, except that it looked more terrifying, as if it was no different from the decorations in the field to drive away harmful birds.

"Hike" said everything he had to say, put down the crown, did not stay in this room, turned around and left directly.

After he went out, the white light that was everywhere in the room suddenly went out!

The dark space was still silent at first, but not long after, a "creaking" sound like wood rubbing suddenly sounded.

Two scarlet lights slowly lit up in the darkness, and a hoarse, roaring voice echoed in the dead silence.

"Fed-tik! Ten evils-unforgivable-!"

......

Hermione was looking forward to the new semester's arithmetic divination class.

Ever since she took Trelawney's divination class, which was full of fog, divination was all guesswork, and prophecies were all curses, she liked the arithmetic divination class more and more, which required rational thinking.

Especially this semester's class was still taught by Silk. Although she didn't have much contact with Silk, she only met once and didn't even say a few words.

But she felt that if she could get along with someone as knowledgeable as Sherlock, the teaching level of this sister Silk would not be much worse.

The result was indeed as she guessed.

Silk made sufficient preparations for the class. If she had the cold personality before, she would not be very suitable to be a teacher, because she would basically not communicate with students.

But after "reuniting" with Sherlock, she changed a lot and became more and more like a normal girl.

In terms of theoretical knowledge and practice, Silk, who has lived in the Department of Mysteries in Germany for more than ten years, can crush most fortune tellers from the academic school. In addition, her class occasionally has some interactions, so the first class was very successful.

The few dozen little wizards in the fourth grade who chose the arithmetic divination class all clearly stated that they liked such a class.

At the same time in the class, the careful Hermione spotted the bottle of Felix Felicis around Silk's neck. She had seen this thing on Sherlock before.

It was easy for her to guess that it was given to her by Professor Forrest.

As soon as the get out of class was over, Hermione found Harry and Ron who came out of the divination classroom with a sad face.

It can be seen that they were not very satisfied with this class.

"Sister Silk's class is great, more interesting than the previous one taught by Professor Victor."

Hearing Hermione's boasting, Harry and Ron's faces became longer. Before they had time to speak, a heavy cold snort came from them.

Professor Trelawney, who was wearing glasses and thin, walked past them with a stern face. She had always been at odds with Hermione, so she was naturally not very happy to hear her say such things.

After she walked far enough away, Ron whispered.

"She made us draw a star map for a class, and she also guessed Harry's birth time wrong. These two classes were really terrible."