276 Chapter 76, Behind the Curtain

In the Ministry of Magic office.

Fatil took a deep breath and calmed down his emotions. Soon, the few emotions on his face were replaced by coldness, and he waved the magic wand under the robe.

The room in front of him rumbled apart, revealing a black passage behind the wall. He strode into the passage, and soon, he followed the passage to a room under a golden pendant lamp.

In the room, a tall bald-headed woman stood beside a red-haired girl with her arms crossed, and she was hanging some strange silver metal ornaments on her body. Those ornaments wrapped around her joints, engraved with mysterious and unusual words pattern.

"It's agreed that only a little blood is enough, why did you put these messy things on me."

Seeing Fatil come in, the red-haired girl immediately asked him.

"These were all developed by your grandfather. I don't know the specific purpose. After this matter is over, you can ask him yourself." Fatil answered her casually.

"All right."

The red-haired girl gritted her teeth and opened her arms, letting the tall woman play with the metal on her body.

Fatil dangled in the room, watching the accessories on the girl's body take shape little by little, a trace of anxiety gradually rose in his heart. The guy's unexpected rejection of himself pushed everything to the brink.

"too slow."

He took a step forward, pushed Delfina away, quickly picked up the ornaments, and put them on the girl, his movements were a bit rude.

"You hurt me!"

When he pressed a round mithril rune tablet on the red-haired girl's wrist, she said angrily.

Fatil did not answer and turned a deaf ear.

"Does anyone know what you want to do?"

The girl stretched out her arms, swayed under his movements, and asked very dissatisfied: "As the Minister of Magic, you don't think about the safety of the people at this time, but you want to go back to the past at this juncture. Is this really true?" Okay?"

"It has nothing to do with you."

Fatil's expression was cold and hard.

"Hey!"

The red-haired girl suddenly moved away from his hand.

"This is to save your daughter. I advise you to treat me better."

"That's what Hofabach meant. He just told you without the shame. If you don't want to, you can leave at any time. I'm just helping him." Fatil said expressionlessly.

After a few seconds of confrontation, the red-haired girl stood there blankly, with fists in her hands and her lips pursed tightly. Her expression of unwillingness gradually turned into loneliness. She let out an oh and opened her hands silently.

Fatil stepped forward again and attached pieces of alchemy creations to her body.

At this time, the ground suddenly shook. The golden chandelier on the top was shaking, and dust fell to the ground. There was also a faint roar mixed in with it.

"Fatier!"

The three of them raised their heads at the same time, and the sound spread to the ears of the three of them along the ground.

"what happened?"

The red-haired girl immediately asked Fatil, "That's Hoffa's voice."

"fine."

Fatil said coldly.

With a wave of his wand, he blocked out all movement and sound.

The red-haired girl widened her eyes and asked, "Shouldn't you go out and have a look?"

Fatil didn't say a word, and his hands didn't stop moving.

"Wait a minute, maybe he doesn't want you to do this."

The red-haired girl broke free suddenly and kept a certain distance from him. "Although I promised to help you try it, but you are too dishonest. I need to know what happened."

"do not move!!"

Fatil suddenly roared.

He strode forward and grabbed the red-haired girl's arm. Every muscle on the face is as hard as a sculpture under the light.

"you are lying."

The red-haired girl looked at him and murmured.

Then, her face changed: "No, it must not be like this, you are lying."

She opened Fatil's hand, raised her legs and ran outside.

But I didn't take two steps.

"The soul is out of the body."

Accompanied by a ruthless spell, the Imperius Curse was shot from under Fatil's wand, hitting the girl covered in metal ornaments all over her body.

The anxious and terrified expression of the red-haired girl became dull. Under the effect of the Imperius Curse, she smiled unsteadily, stepped back, and sat down on the ground.

Fatil put down his wand and wand coldly, and said to the tall woman standing motionless.

"Help her up."

The tall bald woman stepped forward as she said, and lifted the crumpled red-haired girl to her feet again.

"You're back." The red-haired girl smiled silly, pulled the bald woman's wrist, and said inarticulately, "You are so stupid."

Fatil had a look of disgust on his face, "Shut up!"

The red-haired girl's voice disappeared, but her mouth moved. Afterwards, Fatil looked at the bald woman beside him: "Is the arrow of time ready?"

"Now!?"

The bald woman looked slightly surprised.

"No time, my daughter's friends are harder than I thought."

"But the machine isn't quite ready yet."

The tall woman said softly and respectfully.

"I don't need it to be completely ready, I just need it to be able to achieve my purpose." Fatil said indifferently, pressing the last piece of metal ornament on the forehead of the red-haired girl.

"Can you?"

"That is indeed possible."

Delphine said.

Fatiel felt that she was stuttering, and immediately turned to stare at her, and raised her chin dangerously with his wand: "You, also think that I did something wrong?"

His blue eyes were full of doubt and suspicion. He was holding a magic wand, and his body was filled with suffocating fluctuations of magic power.

"No, no."

Delfina, whose chin was held up by the magic wand, was very calm. With her head held high, she said calmly, "The light in the universe is just an illusion, and everything will eventually be swallowed up by darkness and disorder. I don't think there is a problem with what you did. After all, in this world, only the Demon King can defeat the Demon King."

"Can the devil defeat the devil?"

Fatil laughed at himself and shook his head: "Really, but you have been with me for more than a year, and this is the first time I have heard you say such profound words."

"I don't like to talk, I just like to do."

Delphine said calmly under the wand.

Frozen for a while, Fatil sneered and put away his wand, "You did a good job, send her to the Department of Mysteries with me, I want to end this damn fate."

"I won't go."

The tall bald woman withdrew her hands and crossed them around her waist.

"What?"

Fatil's eyes became dangerous again just a little bit kindly.

"You know, Minister. I'm powerless, so I can give you advice, and it's okay to change the documents." She raised her slender fingers, and sighed helplessly: "But, Hoffa Bach, Forget it, ten thousand of me are not enough for him to fight."

After coming to the Department of Mysteries, everything was quiet.

The shadow dragon lost its track, and the gargoyle who had bid before did not chase it down.

Instead, there were twelve black doors in a dark room, all identical, with no markings or handles. As long as he moves a little, the black door will continue to rotate. It is almost impossible to tell which one to enter.

This place touched Hoffa's long-standing memory, and he knew that the future Harry had also encountered this obstacle. At that time, there were many companions around Harry, and they could try one by one, but he was alone, and if he forced his way, it would definitely not work.

Think for a moment. He closed his eyes, recalling the feeling of the moment he just transformed, that strange transformation, a transformation that could hardly be explained by magic, the feeling that the body and the night merged into one.

He could feel the power in him, and the method was engraved in his mind like a blood instinct. He knew what the night god needed.

Suddenly, he stabbed his chest with the palm of his hand, his fingers almost penetrated, and he held his heart. Accompanied by severe pain, blood flowed into the third ring of his chest, and his face quickly turned pale.

The moment he pulled out his palm, his body quickly disintegrated into a group of nightingales, flying in all directions.

The twelve doors of the black room rotated quickly, trying to confuse his sight, but hundreds of nightingales flew into the twelve doors respectively.

The feeling of this moment is incomparably wonderful.

The transfiguration in exchange for the blood sacrifice gave him hundreds of pairs of eyes, and he could see different scenery in each door.

There are countless brains in water tanks in one door, octopus-shaped monsters floating in the dark air in another door, tables and chairs sitting on human sculptures, chatting and playing cards in one door, and Inside the door, there are countless huge hourglasses. What falls from the hourglass is not sand grains, but little people who are cheering or wailing.

Nightingale flew across these rooms, and a lot of information and pictures flooded into his mind, almost making Hoffa overwhelmed.

At this time, he saw a tall arch standing quietly inside a black door. It looked very old, run down and run down. Yet another strange beauty.

There was no wall support around the arch, but a tattered black curtain or drapery hung from it, fluttering as if it had just been touched.

See that arch.

All the nightingales disappeared.

Only the few nightingales in front of the arch stopped, singing and gluing together, turning back into human form.

It was a dimly lit room, rectangular in shape, sunken in the middle, forming a gigantic stone pit about twenty feet deep. The room is surrounded by rows of stepped stone benches, and he stands on the top row. Those stone benches extend down at a steep angle. There is only a high stone platform in the center of the stone pit, and the arch stands on it. Above the stone platform.

Looking at the arch, Hoffa was in a daze for a moment. He seemed to see another self coming out of the arch with a smile, and waved to himself.

"Hello!"

With a jolt, he took a step forward, and the phantom disappeared without a trace.

He quickly took a few steps back, looked at the arch, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

This scene made him feel even more terrifying than the moment when thousands of arrows pierced his heart. You know, Sirius, the future Harry's beloved godfather, fell behind the arch, and he saw himself.

What does this portend?

He didn't dare to think about it, he didn't want to think about it.

"Tick tock."

"Tick tock."

In the room where the arches stood, there was also a faint ticking of a clock.

Gritting his teeth, he turned his head away, not thinking about anything else, and walked slowly in the direction of the ticking clock.

After walking for a while, he entered another corridor. This corridor was extremely narrow, but in the corridor, there were many kinds of clocks, big clocks, small clocks, grandfather clocks and travel clocks. On such a thick brass pipe, each clock shows a different time, ticking and ticking.

Coming here, Hoffa began to think of Mance involuntarily.

Where he drew Chloe's blood, there were also many ticking clocks, but not so many and not so densely.

while walking.

Click.

He seemed to have stepped on something.

Moving his foot away, he saw that under the brass mechanical pipes covered by countless clocks, there was a broken corpse. The corpse had been dead for an unknown number of days. It was skinny and dry, with its mouth wide open. It looks almost the same.

It's just that it is covered with a rusty patina, and at first glance it almost blends in with this cold machine.

corpse

The ominous feeling in Hoffa's heart became more intense.

Is what I'm worried about happening again?

Impossible, impossible.

The more he walked forward, the more and more such corpses, they were buried under the Great Wall after they died, just like the peasants conscripted by the tyrant to build the Great Wall.

The sound of the clock grew louder and louder.

In the end, it has almost reached a level of grandeur like a symphony.

Finally, walking out of the corridor, the scene in front of him made his hair stand on end.

The ground sank nearly 100 meters deep.

In a space as big as a football field.

It is a huge planetarium, it is like a star, floating across the midair. It rotates slowly, and every time it rotates, countless arcs can burst out and shine in it, exuding unparalleled power.

Under its light, Hoffa could see countless wizards standing under it, holding parchment in their hands, writing and drawing.

On the left side of the group of wizards was a high platform the size of a basketball court.

On the high platform, there is a huge clock on display. It has a ring shape. There is only one pointer on it, and there are two orientations.

The scale on the watch is not hours, minutes and seconds, but countless shining golden stars. Each star refers to a number. The numbers range from one to fifty, each of which represents a year. A steel wrench, which appears to be the switch that activates it.

The scales of countless extremely complex alchemy structures lead directly to the planetarium suspended in the middle of the field, integrating them into one.

And on the scale on the high platform, a large curved sign is engraved with the name of the machine in gold-plated English.

Arrow of time

arrow of time