273 Chapter 73, the First Generation of Products

Ministry of Magic.

In the underground room, the warm fire was crackling and burning vigorously. The space isolated by the oak door was silent. Chloe sat in front of a crystal ball with her knees crossed, as she had maintained the most posture this week, like a divination witch.

Know what the weather is like outside with the magic crystal ball placed on the table rug. If it snows outside, the crystal ball will snow; if it is sunny outside, the crystal ball will be sunny.

This is the only way she can get information these days.

The oak door of the room was pushed open, and Nicolas May came to her with a cane in one hand and a cup of hot cocoa in the other, and handed the cocoa to her.

"Do you like watching snow?"

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Chloe took the hot cocoa and said sullenly, "I like sunny days."

"Then how about I take you to the tropical seaside after a while." Nicolas sat beside her tremblingly, holding the silver cane with both hands.

"I do not understand."

Chloe said directly.

"What don't you understand?"

"Why have we been staying at the Ministry of Magic?" Chloe asked in confusion, holding a steaming cup, "Why didn't you take me home? I haven't seen you for so many years. Don't my parents want to see me at all?"

Seeing Chloe's serious expression, the smile on Nicole Flamel's old face faded a bit. He shook his head and sighed slightly: "You're not home yet, dear."

"Isn't my home here, London?"

"No, our home is far away." The old man said.

Chloe looked at him in confusion, completely ignoring what he meant.

"Ah, this. Forget it, let's not talk about this first."

Nicolas waved his hand, and tremblingly took out a wooden box from behind. "Christmas is coming and I have a gift for you."

He slowly opened the wooden box, only to see a transparent crystal necklace lying quietly in the box. It is in the shape of a hexagon, and it is engraved with dense and strange patterns, which is very beautiful.

Chloe looked at the wooden box, her eyes lit up, she had never seen such a beautiful necklace.

"Come on, try it."

Trembling, Nicolas took out the necklace from the box and put it on Chloe's neck.

Chloe felt a chill all over and shivered. She looked at her chest as if she was wearing a necklace made of ice.

"What's this?"

She curiously asked her great-great-great-great-grandfather.

"This is a gadget I made in my spare time."

The old man winked at the girl playfully. He pressed Chloe's chest and fastened her collar tightly: "Remember, no matter what happens, don't let anyone see this necklace."

His appearance made Chloe even more confused. Ever since she came back, Nicole Flamel has kept her locked in an underground room in the Ministry of Magic, not letting her go out, let alone contacting anyone . But what's the point of wearing a necklace if she's not allowed to see anyone?

She touched the hard object on her chest, and asked with some uncertainty: "Do you know something, but don't want to tell me?"

"Yeah, I'll tell you when you get home."

At this time, there was a knock on the door behind him, and Nicolas Lemer answered the door and opened it.

The door opened.

Chloe heard a hoarse and tired voice from a man at the door asking, "Is she ready?"

"Ready at all the time."

Nicole May replied, and then he yelled at Chloe, "Someone is here to see you, Chloe."

She stood up quickly, but there was a young man in a black cloak standing outside the door.

At first glance, her reaction was that this man was so handsome. But upon closer inspection, she immediately didn't think so. This man was the complete opposite of his grandfather. He wore a brand new hard hat, had an unusually beautiful face, and pointed ears, like an elf from a fairy tale. But his dull blue eyes looked extremely lifeless, like an old man dying.

"This is Secretary De Laces."

Nicole Flamel wasn't surprised at all, he stepped aside and said to Chloe, "Hurry up and say hello."

Minister of Magic?

This was an unexpected appearance. She had always thought that such executives would start their careers at the age of 40 or 50, but this person looked as if she was about the same age as herself.

Chloe looked at Nicole Flamel. He could clearly detect a strong disgust in his grandfather's eyes, but he kept a friendly smile on his face.

Out of politeness, she bowed to each other very ladylike.

The other party also took off his hat, bent slightly, and said in a lifeless voice, "Hello."

Chloe could see that the man's hair was a rare pure silver color.

After bowing, the man said to Nicole May, "Have other things been arranged?"

"It's all arranged."

Nicole Flamel replied.

"Then come here."

The man waved to Chloe, as if signaling her to go with him.

Chloe looked at her great-great-great-great-grandfather in confusion, but he just smiled and said: "Go, go and do Minister De La Seth a favor, I will take you to the beach tomorrow, remember my words, don't Fear."

Before Chloe had time to say anything, Nicole Flamel turned her head away and pushed her out the door. Pushed to the side of Fatil who was standing outside the door.

"Let's go." Fatil said.

Then he pulled the puzzled her all the way forward.

Chloe, who turned her head three times at a step, seemed to hear the sound of glass shattering inside the door.

"What do you want me to do for you?"

she asked the Minister for Magic.

"I'll tell you when I get there."

The Minister of Magic said so, and led her into an elevator. With the sound of tinkling and clicking, the golden fence door slid open gently, and the two of them went up the elevator.

The Ministry of Magic on Christmas night was deserted and not much light. All I could hear was an indifferent female voice constantly prompting the names of the layers.

"The seventh floor, the Department of Magical Sports and Sports, includes the headquarters of the British and Irish Quidditch League, the official Gobstone Club, and the Burlesque Products Patent Office."

"The sixth floor, the Department of Magical Transportation, including the Floo Network Management Bureau, the Broomstick Management and Control Bureau, the Portkey Office and the Apparition Test Center."

"The third level, the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, including the Reversal of Accidental Magical Events Team, the Amnestic Cancellation Command, and the Muggle Conciliation Committee."

"The second tier, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, includes the Misuse of Magic Office, Auror Command and the Wizengamot Governing Body."

Only when passing through those floors, there would be occasional fire lights to illuminate the faces of the two of them, and Chloe secretly observed Fatil. This man was very taciturn. For almost a moment, she felt that he was a bit like Hoffa, because Hoffa didn't talk much most of the time on the way back. However, he didn't have the exuberant vitality of that young man, but only a kind of decadent lifelessness. "

With a soft ding dong, the elevator landed on the top floor.

"First floor, Office of the Minister of Magic, International Affairs Conference Hall."

Fatil walked out of the golden iron fence expressionlessly, and pushed open a black iron door in a dark corridor.

The room was dark, and the furnishings in the room could not be seen clearly, which made Chloe a little uneasy. She thought of the room where Mance had her blood drawn, and there seemed to be something invisible in the darkness of this room The giant was swimming slowly.

The man pinned her to a chair, then with a wave of his wand, lit one candle, only one.

Then he sat down on the table behind the candle, fingers crossed.

"Did Hofbach tell you why he sent you back?"

He asked nonchalantly.

"Hey, you know?"

Chloe was startled, and a little excited: "Speaking of which, I've always been very strange, he just doesn't seem to want to tell me the real reason."

"so."

The man muttered, and stared at Chloe in the distance with his dead blue fish eyes without blinking. After wandering for a while, he said solemnly: "I have a daughter who is as old as you. Speaking of which, I have I thought about marrying my daughter to him."

"Uh, cough, who are you marrying?"

"Hofferbach."

"Puff." Chloe didn't expect the other party to say that, and laughed, almost choking on her own saliva, she scratched her head in embarrassment: "Hoffa is probably about my age, you Is it too early to say this?"

"Earlier? My secretary gave me a copy of statistics. In fact, half of Hogwarts' male and female friends will become husband and wife after graduation. After all, the circle of wizarding society is relatively small."

He even took out a dozen parchments from the drawer seriously, "Do you want to see this data?"

"It's still not necessary, why did you ask me to come here?"

She moved on the chair a little uneasy. The tone and content of this man's words were very strange.

"I remember that the content of a nun's work is the part of salvation and redemption, so everyone in the world must be treated equally."

"Yes."

Speaking of her own job, Chloe straightened up immediately.

"We're in charge of lectures, and preaching, and what you're talking about is of course part of my job."

"Thank you, I understand." Fatil nodded calmly: "My daughter died, and died of some unknown disease."

"ah!?"

Under the light of the candle, Chloe opened her mouth, not knowing what to say for a while. After a while, she stammered and said, "I'm sorry. But...that's...the reason why you came here, you want to save your daughter?"

"It's also why Hoffa Bach sent you here."

The Minister of Magic said with fingers crossed in front of her.

All interest in talking suddenly disappeared at this moment, and she suddenly felt extremely irritable. The calmness and friendliness she has always been like feeding a dog, she really wanted to stand up and leave immediately, but after thinking about it, she reluctantly sat still and asked politely, "When did your daughter die?"

"About a year and a half ago."

Fatil said.

"Are you sure you're dead?"

Fatil just looked at her and didn't speak.

"I'm a nun, a servant of God, not a wishing well." She endured her displeasure and said, "Fate is unchangeable. What happens will happen. Besides, I can't go back to a year and a half ago. This is too exaggerated." gone."

"I knew you would say that."

Fatil answered immediately. He bent down and took out a strange machine emitting green light from under the wide table, and placed it in front of Chloe. Under the faint candlelight, the thing looked like a head-sized copper snail. On the brass metal structure, there was a round transparent glass ball, and a dim green light shone inside the glass ball.

Afterwards, he took out a bright red apple from his pocket and pushed it to the side of the unknown machine.

"Can I borrow a drop of your blood?"

Fatil asked gently.

That look made Chloe immediately think of Mance. She stood up in horror and covered her shoulders. If it wasn't for knowing that he was the Minister of Magic, she would have almost slammed the door and left immediately.

She looked back, but she couldn't see the door coming in at all. Under the dim candlelight, she couldn't even see the face of the man opposite, only his dim blue eyes.

The darkness flashed by, and an invisible thing circled and crawled beside her, Chloe shivered and her ears hurt.

Then he saw the man withdraw his hand, with a drop of blood on his finger. The distance was more than two meters, and she didn't know how the man did it, but she could feel that there were other creatures in this dark room.

Fatil withdrew his palm. He took a red apple from the table, threw it into the glass ball on top of the snail-shaped machine, and poured the drop of blood into the mouth of the metal member.

Then, as the green light flashed by, Chloe was dumbfounded, and saw that the apple turned blue, smaller, and thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into petals, and then turned into buds, and then become nothing.

"Look, this is my latest time converter. It can amplify your power infinitely. With it, I can easily go back to a year and a half ago." Fatil said softly.