Chen Ang stood in the doorway of the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, he stepped down from the elevator and pushed open the door, behind the door was a huge circular hall, the dome was high above, there were still remnants of the devastation caused by the recent battle, the surrounding light was frozen, showing a grayish white hue, the destruction and ruins caused by the battle were like a projection in the long river of time, and like a yellowed old photograph recording that moment.

Some of the Aurors who didn't have time to retreat were forgotten here, some of them opened their mouths and wanted to shout, some of them looked hideous, some of them froze with the expressions of fear before they died—but they did not die, but were forgotten here by time.

This is the Well of Eternity, a transit point to the dark plane that has no concept of time and space.

If Chen Ang wanted to, he could make time flow here, it was in the gap between the real world and the spiritual world and other dark planes, it had very strange physical characteristics, and the part of the Ministry of Magic that was devoured here only occupied a corner of space.

Chen Ang gently floated the void in front of him, and the damage caused by the battle around him was like going back in time and space, returning to its original state.

By the time the dust settled, everything around had returned to its original state - doors and ceilings, tiles on the floor, everything was black, and in the grayish tones of the entire space, it seemed unusually secluded, and some doors without handles were spaced around the walls, which were dotted with candlesticks that glowed white.

Throughout, there was absolute silence around us, as if there was no such thing as 'sound' in the whole world.

Chen Ang stepped into a room, it was a rectangular room, it was empty, the pale light of the golden chain chandelier hanging from the roof made it even more empty, only in the middle of the house, there was a huge glass bucket containing a dark green liquid, and some pearl-white brain marrow and brain tissue swam in it.

"Brain Hall...... Hidden is the wizarding world's research into the brain. Chen Ang looked at these strange brain marrows that had been activated by magic, and in the arcane vision, the flickering souls of these brains were activated and the brain waves they emitted from the perspective of electromagnetic waves let Chen Ang know that the Ministry of Magic did not know what method was used to make these brains still think.

"Brain in a Jar!" Chen Ang said in a low voice: "Interesting...... There's a little, the taste of the Mind Slayer Brain Pool. ”

The scene in front of him reminded Chen Ang of the brainflower that diners love in Sichuan hot pot, the white flower of the brain flower drifting in the red and bright red pot, showing the unique food taste of the Great Foodie Empire, which is an evil art that makes the Mind Flayer admire it.

Chen Ang has always wanted to try it very much, put chili peppers, peppercorns, green onions, ginger and garlic in the brain pool of the Mind Flayer, and make a pot of fragrant Sichuan red pot, and eat the main brain and the little Heart Flayer, but unfortunately in the time of the world of Faerun, that Chen Ang is not quite able to let go of himself, enjoy the moment, and miss many delicacies of the Faren Continent.

The blood of the Cantonese people is in Chen Ang's body.

Chen Ang took a step and left this brain hall that hid many evil little secrets of the Ministry of Magic, and in the next room, all kinds of clocks filled the entire space, they should have emitted all kinds of large and small, long and short ticking sounds, but in this world, all the clocks and watches have stagnated forward, as a fold in the dimension of space, no one in this world knows time better than Chen Ang.

He looked at the clocks and watches with great interest, which were all things, different times, scientifically deeply rooted in the essence, without the frame of reference, time is meaningless, in the wizarding world, it takes wizards to use such means to touch a skin.

Each clock here represents the time of a frame of reference—the world of a wizard, the time of a beam of lightning, the time of a time turner, a time shifter, a chaotic, complicated clock, a vague picture of the time scale of everything on this planet—but it doesn't mean anything.

Chen Ang looked at the door in the Hall of Time, and he stepped into the door.

The shelves towering close to the dome inside occupied the entire space, and there were countless crystal balls of all sizes on the shelves, and the tall dome emitted a gentle white light when Chen Ang raised his hand, illuminating the place.

This is the Hall of Prophecy, which houses all the prophecies accumulated by the British wizarding community.

"Whether the prophets are reliable or not, they rely on magic to capture the trajectory of fate...... Hidden here are all the secrets of time and fate throughout the British wizarding world...... God knows how damn it is. Even if the prophesied wizard or witch just wanted to know what his friend was eating tonight, it was a secret about the coordinates and fate of that timeline. ”

"Put it in the Shushan world, this kind of thing that is even more terrifying than the eight characters of the birth date can make an old devil who has accumulated years can dye the entire British wizarding world, and make all the living wizards involved here blood sacrifices into demons, and live as a sacrifice to impeach the extraterritorial heavenly demons."

Chen Ang waved slightly, and under the label with the name Harry Potter written on it, a crystal ball flew in.

"This is the fate of the savior." Chen Ang said calmly: "In the entire plot world, the most important task prop in the established direction. The prophetic crystal ball representing the fate of Harry Potter, from which the identity of the savior began, the Potters died, Dumbledore chose to die, and Voldemort also perished. ”

There seemed to be some task prompt from the main god in his ears, but Chen Angli ignored it.

"If Voldemort wants to change his life...... That's a very important thing...... But for me, it didn't work. Instead, Chen Ang summoned a few crystal balls to prophecy about the four founders of Hogwarts.

Dumbledore's prophecy of defeating the first man, the Dark Lord and his various emotional entanglements.

The prophecy of Newt Scamman's adventure in New York, author of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.

These drops of water picked by the river of time and fate can allow Chen Ang to swim in the right direction to the past time, but Chen Ang is not interested in this, he feels more and more that as he approaches the original truth of all things, things become more and more boring, and he now wants to be an angler in the upper reaches of the long river of time.

He takes pleasure in disturbing the predetermined fate of the 'fish', causing countless variables, and observing the endless and unpredictable changes of the future from the upper reaches of the river of time.

This is a kind of study and study of the plot plane created by the main god space. By intercepting the timeline, the Lord God steals the information and data, the origin and the laws of a universe. Through the study of the time ring of the main god, Chen Ang revealed the secrets of the main god itself and the further secrets of the timeline.

Chen Ang put the crystal ball back in its place, turned and left the 'Prophecy Hall'.

As he left, the dome with white light above his head gradually darkened, and an inexplicable darkness called Morgoth slowly enveloped the Prophecy Hall, and the prophecy preserved through countless crystal balls, the will and power from Morgoth could penetrate into the fate of the person represented by the fate trajectory recorded by those crystal balls, and even into the past timeline represented by those old crystal balls.

Wisps of black gas penetrated into the crystal ball, dyeing the wisps of white prophecy in the crystal ball black.