It's probably the next day.,Because my room is underground (the residence of the silent people of the Mystic Division is usually near their workplace),Plus the rampant use of his magic caused all the clocks in the room to be overloaded and broken.,So the girl just thinks it's morning.。

The rampage's eye had improved slightly under the treatment of the young doctor named Malfoy, but the girl did feel that it was the other side of the timeline, the location of "that person" that she focused on, that made her unable to see that side - you know, with the support of certain conditions, the girl could even do things like observing the past magicians or true ancestors.

Aside from the interference of [herself] and those who also hold [imaginary attributes], Sylvia really can't think of anything else that can make the scene in her eyes like this-of course, Sylvia stubbornly believes that that is the reason for the latter.

I didn't have any contact with Lord Helsing at that time

Ay?

The girl was stunned.

A piece of memory seems to be missing? What was I doing seven years ago?

After thinking about it for a while, she still didn't remember what she was doing seven years ago, the girl simply gave up this idea, and after stretching the bed, the girl seemed to give herself a smile.

"Today, I have to work hard."

It's just that

Looking at her smile in the mirror, the girl always felt

Or something has been forgotten.

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Department of Mysteries, the Narrow Hours of Time.

The room was still full of dossiers, the air was filled with the smell of ancient ink, and the precious spices exuded a wonderful scent in the flames of magic.

A sparse sound came from the central table, still stacked tall volumes, but compared to yesterday, they seemed to be bound by an illusory silver chain to prevent them from falling.

"M"

Biting the end of her magic dress, the girl made a cute voice in some distress.

"File No. 19866."

With the girl's vague command, a scroll in the bookshelf behind her was pulled out by an invisible hand, and it arced through the air and fell into the girl's palm.

Spreading out the old dossier, the girl squinted her eyes and examined certain matters.

About three seconds later, behind the mountain where the scrolls had piled up, an impatient voice called.

"Ahhhh The data compiled by these ancestors is too subjective to be applied to new records. Well, although what I write is also very subjective, I don't mean that I can't understand it. ”

This is actually the main reason why the work of sorting out the "correct history" has been handed over to the Bjonsen family by the clock tower. Because the previous historical record has a lot of subjective impressions, such as "Her beauty is like the morning star on the horizon, and I was captured by her the first time I saw her, so I beg your pardon for overstepping it, and I decided to use the rest of the scroll length to praise her." ”

Or "That guy slaughtered XX million Jews!" You know, that's XX thousand! That butcher I'm @#¥%......&*#@" this kind of insult.

So, in fact, every new generation of "history writers" never looks at the records of their ancestors, and those things only affect their judgment.

Well, in a way, the Bionsen family is doing things like those elementary school students who don't trust the review materials of their seniors, and only trust their own eyes and their own judgment.

So now Sylvia, who has temporarily become a scumbag, is tragic.

"Hey"

Looking blankly at the dossier that had been overturned by herself, Sylvia smiled wryly.

"Let's go out and have a walk."

Silently tidying up these messy parts, and then piling them up on the mountain of dossiers that looked crumbling, before the trembling "landslide" came, Sylvia pointed the swan quill that had just bitten for a long time and had faintly seen the tooth marks at the dossier mountain.

The illusory silver chain flowed out from the tip of the pen and circled half a circle in the air, like a thinking spirit snake, wrapped and tied to the mountain of dossiers, and flexibly circled three times.

Silvia, who looked around and made sure that she didn't have anything from before, went out with a smile and a smile.

It's actually better to be outside than inside the house. The huge black circular room lit a blue flame that never seemed to be extinguished, and the black stone door without a handle seemed to merge with the wall, and the ground reflected the light of those blue orchids, which would have been the light from the candles, but it was elongated strangely on the ground like black water. The gloomy twelve doors looked as if they would never open—though the little girl must have come out from behind one of them.

Waiting silently in the center of the circular room for a few seconds, Sylvia judged the movement of the light reflected from the ground, a route known only to the Department of Mysteries, otherwise those who came in would only be lost in the countless loops of 12 rooms - even if they opened a door, they would find that it was also a rotunda, connected by 12 stone doors.

"I guess this is it." Touching her chin, the girl judged unconfidently. Even if you are a member of the Department of Mysteries, this place is the most mysterious and the fewer people come.

Legend has it that there is a door in the Department of Mysteries that is forever locked - the one in front of Sylvia - and there is no magic that can open him, because according to the fact that mysteries are useless in the face of higher mysteries, this magic dress with limited functions created by the jewel man himself has the same slot and mystery as the jewel sword and ruby staff.

It's always locked.

Here, there is a hidden power.

More amazing and terrible than death, more than human intelligence, more terrible than the power of nature.

The narrow time of time, which records "true history", has no meaning in front of it.

The Hall of Prophecy, which once recorded the "infinite future", was less than half as long as it was, even in its heyday.

Even Dumbledore, the one who was close to the level of a magician, the greatest headmaster of Hogwarts where the girl was, praised it as the most mysterious of the many subjects that needed to be studied in the Department of Mysteries.

Harry Potter, the savior who was disliked by everyone, owned all of that room.

Supported by multiple factions in the Tower of the Clock, Voldemort had none of the most powerful factions and "powers" at the time.

That is

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If one day, a gate appears in front of you.

It locks from the inside, and the lock is so strong that you can't force it open, at least you can't force it open.

You slam the door hard, but you can't open it at all.

So what should you do? Is it to turn around and leave directly? Or do you pour out the words of resentment on the master of the door? Or is it silently adding a layer of locks to it, with a sense of revenge against society?

The girl didn't think about it that much.

She just did the basics and pulled out the keys!

That's right! Who said that a locked door can't be opened, only a hard pry? As long as there is a key, everything is easy to say.

The Mithril-infused pen cut a silver glow through the crack of the stone door, and then the girl made a handle on the door with a strange face - in fact, legend has it that Harry Potter also came to this door, and he was given the right to enter because he had the same qualities as the things in the door, and even went so far as to temporarily obscure the rest defense mechanism at the cost of damaging a high-level magic dress that could open all the locks, but he still did not enter.

Just because this is the only room in the Department of Mysteries, if he wants to pull out the side door, he uses all his strength to bump into it, of course, it has no effect at all.

The matter was kept secret by the leaders of the Department of Mysteries, but Sylvia felt the urge to laugh every time she saw Harry.

It seems that no one has been here for a long time, and when the heavy stone door is opened by magic, the girl not only feels all kinds of hardships, but also a huge friction sound comes from the bottom of the stone door.

"Really, how long has it been since no one took care of it?"

Wrinkling her nose and fanning her hand to disperse the musty smoke, Sylvia said dissatisfiedly.

"If my biological clock wasn't miscalculated."

It's a clean voice, and if an ordinary girl hears it, even in a room filled with musty smell and smoke, in a room that can only be lit by candles with a faint blue flame, she can't help but believe the owner of the voice.

"It should be 5 years, 11 months and 27 days."

Like the Toki-no-Sama room, this is a large prototype room, made of heavy black stone, and the floor is covered with dust, but you can see from the place where a girl walks by, and if there is no dust, the floor here is as bright as the hall outside the house.

The voice says that there has been no one here for nearly six years, but the magic candles are still shining, creating an atmosphere like a horror movie or an old science fiction movie.

In the center of the room was a large cage where a man could stand, and the dense chains sealed everything there, and only through the small gap could be seen the scarlet eyes of the creature sealed in the cage.

"I just observed your bone age, and I found that my biological clock is a little disordered, it should be 5 years, 11 months and 28 days."

Sylvia and the monster looked at each other for a while, and the monster spat out something like this.

“”

Stepping forward in silence, Sylvia tugged at the ropes that were wrapped around it until she revealed a hole where she could see inside.

"It's been a long time, Sylvia."

It seems to know the girl.,The monster easily said the girl's name.。

"yes, long time no see."

Reaching through the hole and effortlessly grabbing the unresisting monster's ear and picking it up, Sylvia looked at the monster before speaking.

What kind of monster is that?

The white body seems to be able to seduc. Bewildered and ignorant maiden falls. Falling fur.

On the small limbs, several cute meat balls bulge, which are very cute at first glance.

A red circle is imprinted on its back, seemingly rising and falling with waves of hair and muscles.

On its cat-like face, the three-petal mouth squirmed and said something, and two long tufts of hair protruded from its ears, and two golden rings were covered.

"So this time, do you want to trade?"

The monster's scarlet eyes flashed with a strange light.

"It's not. I just thought about looking at you all of a sudden. ”

Sylvia decisively refused.

"So"

"Do you want to be a magical girl?"

In this room where [love] is blooming, QB, a [traverser] from another world, asked this question again after a long time to the girl who had rejected him.

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PS: Fortunately, this time the brake was successful,,, of course, we did not succeed in pressing the line and said QAQ one more time

PS2: Speaking of which, every time I write the name of Lao Deng, I think that he is a gay (really), and then I think of his [love], I will feel inexplicable, it is really not easy for Harry Potter to survive ♂ completely......

PS3: [QB] = [Love], this formula is very good, at least better than what others suggest such as King Billy ♂.