In the office of the Ministry of Magic.

Fatil took a deep breath to calm his emotions, and soon, the few emotions on his face were replaced by coldness, and he waved his wand under his robes.

The room in front of him rumbled apart, revealing a black passage behind the wall. He strode into the passageway, and soon he was following the passage to a room under a golden chandelier.

In the room, a tall, bald woman stood beside a red-haired girl with her hands outstretched, hanging some strange silver metal ornaments on her, which were wrapped around her joints and engraved with mysterious and unusual patterns.

"You only need a little blood to say yes, why are you putting all this mess on me. ”

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

"These are all developed by your grandfather, and I don't know what they are used for, so when this is over, you can ask him yourself. Fatil replied nonchalantly.

"Okay. ”

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

Fatil dangled around the room, watching the ornaments on the girl's body take shape little by little, and a trace of anxiety gradually rose in his heart. The guy's surprise rejection of himself pushed everything to the brink of spiraling out of control.

"It's too slow. ”

He stepped forward and pushed Delfina away, and quickly picked up the ornaments himself, and put them on the girl's body, acting a little rudely.

"You're hurting me!"

She said in annoyance as he pressed a piece of the Ring Mithril rune against the red-haired girl's wrist.

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 dissatisfiedly, "As the Minister of Magic, you don't think about the safety of the people at this time, but want to go back to the past at this juncture, is it really good?"

"It's not about you. ”

Fatil's expression was cold.

"Hey!"

The red-haired girl suddenly dodged his hand.

"This is to save your daughter, I advise you to be kind to me. ”

"That's what Hofabach meant, he just doesn't have the cheekiness to tell you, if you don't want to, you can go at any time. I'm just helping him. Fatil said expressionlessly.

After a few seconds of confrontation, the red-haired girl stood in place in a daze, her hands clenched her fists, her lips tightened, her unwilling expression turned into loneliness little by little, she sighed, and opened her hand silently.

Fatil stepped forward again, attaching pieces of alchemical artifacts to her body.

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

"Fatil ......!"

The three raised their heads at the same time, and the sound reached the ears of the three people along the ground.

"What happened?"

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

"It's fine. ”

Fatil said coldly.

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

The red-haired girl's eyes widened 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 that. ”

The red-haired girl suddenly broke free and kept a certain distance from him. "I promised to give it a try, but you're being so dishonest, I need to know what's going on. ”

"Don't move!!"

Fatil roared abruptly.

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

"You're lying. ”

The red-haired girl looked at him and muttered.

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

She opened Fatil's hand, lifted her leg and ran outside.

I didn't run two steps.

"Out of body. ”

With a ruthless spell, the Imperius Curse shot out from under Fatil's wand and struck the girl covered in metal ornaments.

The red-haired girl's anxious and frightened expression became dull, and under the effect of the Imperius Curse, she shakily smiled, stepped back, and sat down on the ground.

Fatil coldly put down his wand and said to the tall woman who was standing motionless on the side.

"Lift her up. ”

The tall, bald woman stepped forward as she said and re-erected the red-haired girl who had collapsed to the ground.

"You're back......" The red-haired girl smirked, pulled the bald woman's wrist, and said inarticulately, "You're really... It's stupid..."

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

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

"Now!?"

The bald woman looked slightly surprised.

"There's no time, my daughter's friend is harder than I thought. ”

"But the machine wasn't quite ready. ”

The tall woman whispered respectfully.

"I don't need it to be fully ready, I just need to be able to make it work for me. Fatil said indifferently, pressing the last piece of metal ornament to the red-haired girl's forehead.

"Is that okay?"

"That'...... Truly...... Yes, indeed. ”

Delfina said.

Fatil felt that she was stuttering a little, and immediately turned his head to stare at her, and dangerously provoked her chin with his wand: "You, you also think I did something wrong?"

His turquoise eyes were filled with doubt and suspicion, and he held a wand in his hand, and his body swirled with suffocating fluctuations of magical power.

"No, no. ”

Delfina, who was held by the wand's chin, was very calm, she held her head high, and said lightly: "The light in the universe is just an illusion, everything will eventually be swallowed up by darkness and disorder, I don't think you have a problem with what you do, after all, in this world, only the demon king can defeat the demon king." ”

"Can the Demon King defeat the Demon King......

Fatil smiled self-deprecatingly and shook his head: "Really, but you've been with me for more than a year, and it's the first time I've heard you say such profound things." ”

"I don't like to say, I just like to do. ”

Delfina said calmly under her wand.

After a moment of froze, Fatil sneered and put away his wand, "You're doing a good job, follow me to send her to the Department of Mysteries, and I'm going to end this damn fate." ”

"I'm not going. ”

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

"What?"

Fatil's eyes, which had just been a little kinder, had become dangerous again.

"You know, Minister. I have no power to tie the chicken, and I will give you advice, and it is okay to change the documents. She raised her slender fingers and sighed helplessly: "But, Hoffa Bach, forget it, 10,000 is not enough for him." ”

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

The Shadow Dragon lost its tracks, and the gargoyle who had bid earlier did not chase it down.

Instead, there were twelve black doors in a dark room, all identical, with no markings and no handles. As long as he moved a little, the black door would keep spinning. It is almost impossible to tell which one to enter.

It was a place that touched Hoffa's memories for a long time, and he knew that Harry in the future would also encounter this obstacle. At that time, Harry had a lot of companions around him, and they could try them one by one, but he was just alone, and if he forced himself, he would definitely not be able to do it.

Think for a moment. He closed his eyes, recalling the feeling of the moment he had just transformed, the strange transfiguration that could barely be explained by magic, the feeling of his body becoming one with the night.

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

Suddenly, he stabbed his palm and knife into his chest, almost sinking into his fingers, holding his heart, accompanied by severe pain, blood entered the three rings of his chest, and his face quickly turned pale.

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

The twelve doors of the dark room spun rapidly, trying to confuse his vision, but hundreds of nightingales flew into each of them.

The feeling of this moment is incomparably amazing.

The Transfiguration of the Blood Sacrifice gave him hundreds of pairs of eyes, and he could see a different landscape through each door.

There is a door where there are countless brains in a water tank, there is a door that floats in the dark air, a monster shaped like an octopus, there is a door where a humanoid sculpture sits on a table and chair chatting and playing cards, and in a door, there are countless huge hourglasses, and what falls from the hourglass is not a grain of sand, but a small person who dies or cheers or wails.

The nightingale flew through the rooms, and a flood of information and images flooded into his mind, almost making Hoffa a little unable to deal with it.

At this moment, he saw a tall arch standing quietly inside a black door. It looks very old, shabby, and decayed. But it's a strange beauty.

There is no wall around the arch, and a tattered black curtain or curtain hangs on it, which flutters softly as if someone had just touched it.

See that arch.

All the nightingales were gone.

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

The room was dimly lit and rectangular in shape, with a depression in the middle, forming a huge stone pit about twenty feet deep. The room was surrounded by stepped rows of stone benches, on which he stood at the very top, which extended at a steep angle, with only a high stone platform in the center of the stone pit, and the arch above the stone platform.

Looking at the arch, Hoffa was stunned, for for a moment. He seemed to see another self smiling out of the arch and waving at him.

"Hey!"

He stepped forward, and the illusion disappeared without a trace.

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

This scene made him feel even more terrible than the moment when ten thousand arrows pierced his heart just now. You know, Sirius, the future godfather 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 Tick ....."

"Tick Tick ....."

In the room where the arches stand, there is also a faint ticking of the clock.

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

After walking for a while, he entered another corridor, which was unusually narrow, but in the corridor there were many kinds of clocks, large and small, old and traveling, which hung on brass pipes as thick as small aqueducts, and each clock showed a different time, ticking and ticking.

Arriving here, Hoffa began to think of Mance involuntarily.

Where he drew Chloe's blood, there were also a lot of ticking clocks, but not so much, and not so densely.

Walking and walking.

Click.

He seemed to have stepped on something.

Removing his foot, he saw a shattered corpse crushed under the brass mechanical pipes covered with countless clocks, dead for an unknown number of years, thin and dry, with its mouth wide open, almost the same as when Mance died.

It's just that it's covered in rusty patina, and at first glance it almost merges with the cold machinery.

Corpse......

The ominousness in Hoffa's heart that had been in his heart all this time became even more intense.

Is what you feared about going to happen again?

Impossible, impossible.

The further he went, the more and more such corpses grew, and they were buried under the Great Wall after their deaths, just like the men who were sent by the tyrant to build the Great Wall.

The sound of the clock is getting louder and louder.

In the end, it has almost reached the point of being as spectacular as a symphony.

Finally, through the corridor, the scene in front of him made his hair stand upside down.

The ground is sunk nearly 100 meters deep.

In a space the size of a football field.

It is a huge planetarium that floats in mid-air like stars. Slowly rotating, every time it rotates, countless arcs of electricity can burst out and shine in it, exuding unparalleled power.

In its light, Hoffa could see countless wizards standing beneath it, parchment in hand, writing and drawing.

To the left of the group of wizards was a platform the size of a basketball court.

On the high platform, a huge clock is displayed. It is in the shape of a ring. There is only one pointer on it, and two directions in straight and straight.

The scale on the watch was not hours, minutes, and seconds, but a myriad of shining golden stars, each referring to a number, from one to fifty, each representing a year, and a thigh-thick steel wrench under the watch, which seemed to be the switch that activated it.

Countless intricate alchemical formations, the scales that lead straight to the planetarium suspended in the middle of the field, merging the two into one.

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

Arrow of time

Arrow of Time