Chapter 275

Chapter 275

In the Office of Ministry of Magic.

Fatier took a deep breath and calmed his emotions. Soon, the few emotions on his face were replaced by coldness. He waved wand under his 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 woman is standing next to a red-haired young girl with her arms crossed. She is hanging some strange silver metal ornaments on her body, and those ornaments are wrapped in her joints. The parts are engraved with mysterious patterns.

"You just need a little blood to say yes, why did you put all these messy things on me."

When Fatir came in, the red-haired young girl immediately ask him.

"These all are developed by your grandfather. I don't know the specific purpose. When this matter is over, you can ask him yourself." Fatir answered her carelessly.

"Okay."

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

Fatier dangled in the room, watching the young girl's ornaments forming a little bit, a trace of anxiety gradually rose in his heart. The guy unexpectedly rejected himself, pushing everything to the brink of losing control.

"It’s too slow."

He took a step forward, pushed Delphine away, quickly picked up the accessories, and put it on the young girl, acting Somewhat rude.

"You hurt me!"

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

Fatier did not answer and turned a deaf ear.

"Do other people know what you want to do?"

The young girl stretched her arms and swayed under his movements, asking very dissatisfiedly: "You are the Ministry of Magic At this time, not for the safety of the people, but to go back to the past at this juncture. Is this really good?"

"It has nothing to do with you."

Teal's expression was cold.

"Hey!"

The red-haired young girl suddenly got out of his hand.

"This is to save your daughter. I advise you to be nice to me."

"This is what Hoffa Bach meant. He just has no shame to tell you. If you don’t Yes, you can leave at any time. I just help him." Fatir said blankly.

After a few seconds of confrontation, the red-haired young girl stood there blankly, with her fist in her hand, her lips tightened, her unwilling expression turned into a little bit of loneliness, she uttered a cry, silent Zhang Open hand.

Fatir stepped forward again and stuck pieces of alchemy creations on her body.

At this moment, the ground shook suddenly. The golden chandelier on the top shook, and dust fell to the ground. There was also a hint of faintly discernable roar.

"Fatier......!"

The three people lifted the head at the same time, and their voices reached their ears along the ground.

"What happened?"

The red-haired young girl immediately asked Fatir: "That's Hoffa's voice."

"It's okay."

Fatier said coldly.

He waved wand and blocked all the movements and sounds.

The red-haired young girl opened her eyes wide and asked, "Should you not go out and take a look?"

Fatier didn't say a word, and didn't stop her hands.

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

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

"Don't move!"

Fatier roared suddenly stand up.

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

"You are lying."

The red-haired young girl looked at him, muttered.

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

She opened Fatir's hand, raised her leg and ran outside.

I didn't run two steps.

"Imperio."

Along with the ruthless spells, Imperius Curse shot from under Fatir's wand and hit the young girl with metal ornaments all over her body.

The red-haired young girl's anxious and frightened expression became sluggish. Under the influence of Imperius Curse, she smiled staggeringly, backed up, and sat down on the ground.

Fatir put down the wand wand coldly, and said to the tall woman who was standing by the motionless.

"Help her up."

The tall, bald woman Yiyan stepped forward and put up the red-haired young girl who had collapsed on the ground again.

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

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

The red-haired young girl's voice disappeared, but her mouth squirmed. Afterwards, Fatir looked at the bald woman next to her: "Is the arrow of time ready?"

"Is it now!?"

The bald woman looked a little surprised.

"There is no time, my daughter's friend is more difficult than I thought."

"But the machine is not fully prepared yet."

High A woman said respectfully and softly.

"I don't need it to be fully prepared, I just need to be able to achieve my goal." Fatir said indifferently, pressing the last piece of metal on the red-haired young girl's forehead .

"Can it be?"

"That... indeed... it is indeed possible."

Delphi Na said.

Fatier felt that she was a little stuttering, so he turned his head and stared at her, dangerously using wand to pick up her chin: "You also think I did something wrong?"

Biblue's eyes are full of doubt and suspicion. He holds the wand, and his body is surrounded by suffocating magic power fluctuations.

"No, no."

Delfina, whose chin was picked up by wand, was very calm. She held her head up and said indifferently: "The light in the universe is just an illusion , Everything will eventually be swallowed by darkness and disorder. I think there is no problem with what you do. After all, in this world, only Demon King can defeat Demon King."

"Can Demon King defeat Demon King?"

.....?"

Fatier laughed shook the head: "Really, but you have been with me for more than a year. This is the first time I heard you say such a profound thing."

"I don't like to say, I only like to do."

Delfina said in a tranquil voice under wand.

Frozen for a while, Fatir sneaked away wand, "you did good, send her to the Department of Mysteries with me, I want to end this damn fate."

"I won't go."

The tall bald woman retracted her hand and crossed her waist.

"What?"

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

"You know, Minister. I don't have the power to bind a chicken. I can advise you on how to change the file." She raised her slender finger and sighed helplessly: " But, Hoffa. Bach, forget it, I don’t have enough for him to play 10,000."

......

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After arriving at the Department of Mysteries, everything fell silent.

The shadow dragon lost its track, and the Ghost Statue that had previously bid for it did not chase it down.

Instead, there are twelve black doors in a dark room, all of which are exactly the same, with no marks and no handles. As long as he walks a little bit, the black door will keep spinning. It is almost impossible to judge which one should be entered.

This place touched Hoffa's long-lasting memory. He knew that the future Harry had also encountered this obstacle. There were a lot of companions around Harry at the time, and they could try it out one by one, but he was just alone.

Think for a moment. He closed his eyes and recalled the feeling of the moment he had just transformed, the peculiar transfiguration, the transfiguration that can hardly be explained with magic, the feeling of fuse together with the body and the night.

He can feel that power lies in him, and the method is engraved in his mind like bloodline instinct. He knows what the god of night needs.

Suddenly, he pierced his chest with a knife in his palm, almost immersed his fingers, holding his heart, accompanied by severe pain, blood flowed into the three rings of his chest, his face quickly pale.

The moment his palm was pulled out, his body quickly disintegrated into a group of nightingales and flew towards all directions.

The twelve doors in the dark room revolved quickly, trying to confuse his vision, but hundreds of nightingales flew into the twelve doors separately.

The feeling at this moment is incredible.

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

There is a door with countless brains installed in a water tank, a door with a monster floating in the dark air, resembling an octopus, and a door with a human-shaped sculpture, chirp chirp twitter twitter The tables and chairs for chatting and playing cards, there is a door in which there are countless huge hourglasses. Not sand particles fall from the hourglasses, but the little people who are cheering or wailing die.

Nightingale flew past these rooms, and a large amount of information and images poured into his mind, almost making Hoffa somewhat unable to handle it.

At this moment, he saw a tall arch quietly standing inside a black door. It looks very old, dilapidated, and decayed. But another kind of strange beauty.

There is no wall support around the arch. There is a tattered black curtain or drapery hanging on it. The drapery is fluttering lightly, as if someone had just touched it.

See that arch.

All the nightingales have disappeared.

Only the nightingales in front of the arch stopped, hummed and glued together, and changed back to human form.

The room is dimly lit, rectangular in shape, with a depression in the middle, forming a huge stone pit about twenty feet deep. The room all around is a stepped row of stone benches. He stands on the top row. The stone benches extend downward at a very steep angle. There is only a high stone platform in the center of the stone pit, and the arches stand. Above the stone platform.

Looking at the arch, Hoffa was taken aback, because for a moment. He seemed to see the other himself coming out of the arch with a smile, and waved at himself.

"Hey!"

He was shivered, and he took a step forward, and the phantom disappeared without a trace.

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

This scene made him feel terrifying more than the moment of Myriad Arrows Piercing Heart just now. You know, the future Harry's beloved godfather Sirius fell behind the arch, and he saw himself.

What does this signify?

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

"Tick Tick..."

"Tick Tick..."

In the room where the arches stand, there is a faint The about clock is ticking.

Gritting his teeth, he rolled his head, thinking of nothing else, and walked slowly in the direction of the clock ticking.

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

Coming here, Hoffa began to think of Mans involuntarily.

The place where he drew Chloe’s blood, there are also many ticking clocks, but there are not so many and not so dense.

Walk.

Crack.

He seems to have stepped on something.

Moving his feet, he saw a broken corpse under the brass mechanical pipe covered by countless clocks. The corpse did not know how long it was dead, thin and dry, with an open mouth. Great, almost the same as when Mans died.

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

The corpse...

The until now unknown in Hoffa's heart has become more intense.

Is the thing I worried about happening again?

impossible, impossible.

The more he walked forward, the more and more corpses were like this. They were like civilians who were conscripted by a tyrant to build the Great Wall. They were buried under the Great Wall after death.

The sound of clocks is getting louder and louder.

In the end, it has almost reached the level of spectacular symphony.

Finally, when he walked out of the corridor, the scene before him made him stand upside down.

The ground is sinking nearly 100 meters deep.

In a space as big as a stadium.

It is a huge astrology, it is like a star, floating horizontally in midair. Slowly revolving, every time it revolves, countless electric arcs gleam in it, exuding unparalleled power.

Under the shining of its rays of light, Hoffa can see countless wizards standing under it, holding parchment in his hand, writing and drawing.

On the left side of the group of wizards, there is a tall platform the size of a basket stadium.

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

The scale on the watch is not hours, minutes and seconds, but countless shining golden stars. Each star refers to a number, from one to fifty, each representing a year. There is a thigh-thick steel wrench under the watch, which seems to be the switch to activate it.

Countless complex alchemy structures whose scales directly lead to the astrological instrument suspended in the middle of the field, combining the two into one.

On the scale of the high platform, a large arc-shaped brand is marked with the name of this machine in English with bronzing.

Arrowoftime

Arrow of Time