"When-when-when-"

The British Ministry of Magic sounded the death knell.

A large grandfather clock, which never chimes the time, suddenly turns its hands to point to the obsidian moon motif, and plays the funeral march.

A heavy, stagnant atmosphere enveloped the entire Ministry.

Anyone who enters or leaves the Ministry of Magic can feel an inexplicable sense of sadness, welling up in their hearts for no reason, tears streaming down their hearts, and they can't stop it, as if a close elder friend has passed away and is holding a funeral.

"It's ······· What's going on? ”

The Minister of Magic sat in his office, wiping away tears from a tissue.

He also heard the funeral march that was now echoing, but the uncontrollable tears made him almost cry.

With a "Peng", someone knocked open the door of his office.

A witch stood panting in the doorway.

"Minister······ Something is wrong! ”

Seeing that the person who came was his usual confidant secretary, and his appearance was also very cute, the minister suppressed his anger, put on a straight face, and coldly spit out a word.

"Say!"

"The bell of the Death Bird points to the moonless moon; The prophecy tablets included in the Prophecy Hall also spit out new prophecies. ”

"The prophecy says that the Ministry of Magic will come to an irretrievable end in 1990."

After saying that, the witch actually collapsed on the spot and began to cry bitterly.

The Minister of Magic, who heard the news, did not panic, he waved his wand very calmly, and knocked out the wizard in front of him.

Then, tidy up the meter, especially wipe away the tears, and stride out of the office.

"Fool with no brains!"

The minister ignored the so-called prophecy, rushed out, and looked around.

Sure enough, the gossip had spread all over the world, and there were people everywhere who had collapsed, and some even shouted the slogan "The Dark Lord is coming".

"Grindelwald? He had already been defeated by Dumbledore! Spread rumors, who gave you the guts! ”

A clerk who was describing Grindelwald's deeds was so frightened that he couldn't say a complete sentence when he saw the minister exuding a terrifying aura in his house.

"I, I····· I'm sorry, Minister, I ·········"

He was answered by a spell with a bright green color, and he fell under the spell, like a dehydrated fish, opening his mouth and panting for breath, but nothing······

The air, which he used to breathe easily, was now far away from him, and his face flushed, and he clutched his neck until he collapsed with suffocation.

After more than ten seconds in between, the air in the staff's lungs was drained by the spell, and the tragic image of his struggle attracted the attention of the people around him.

The effect of this hand pulling out the air was far beyond imagination.

Now, the scene was quiet, and no one dared to gasp for breath, for fear of attracting the attention of the angry minister.

After coldly looking around, the British Minister of Magic nodded in satisfaction and removed the magic effect on the guy who was about to suffocate to death.

It saved one of his lives.

"Look what you've become! A mere prophecy of ignorance, plus a troublesome clock, scares you like a flock of quails! ”

The wizards who were swept by the minister's eyes bowed their heads in shame.

"Every year, the Hall of Prophecy contains more than a dozen prophecies predicting the fall of the Ministry of Magic, but none of them have come true! The prophecies that have been fulfilled so far do not exceed 30% of the total purpose! ”

"You're all wizards! Trust your wand! Even if the Ministry of Magic does come to an end, take up your wand and let it end in glory! ”

The Minister quietly used the Amplification Charm and the Transmission Charm to allow his voice to reach the ears of everyone throughout the Ministry.

"Everything in the world has always been there, and the Ministry of Magic is no exception, maybe a new institution will replace it, maybe the Ministry of Magic will be reorganized, in short, it will come to an end of its own - there is no doubt that it will happen!"

"So, tell me, what are you worried about?"

"Worried about the end of the world someday? The end of the Ministry of Magic doesn't mean anything······"

Finally, he earnestly persuaded:

"Settle down, keep your duty, and do everything well, that's what we should do."

There was a round of applause, and the minister nodded and left the place, as for the one who was lying down, he was tacitly ignored by everyone.

When the Minister arrives at the Department of Mysteries, he is greeted by the Captain of the Silent Man.

The Silent Man is a special organization under the Department of Mysteries, each of whom is selected from among the best wizards, and they are allowed to access all kinds of forbidden magic, lost magical materials, mysterious things that are unknown for unknown purposes, and some top-secret plans and materials.

Every Silent Man has been required to make an inviolable contract since joining the Sector, while wearing a black cloak and never showing his appearance.

Only the Minister of Magic can know their names. to be able to read their files.

Even so, the Minister of Magic is required to sign an inviolable pact and not to reveal any information here.

In the face of the Silent Man, the minister, who was very calm, changed his face, urgently grabbed the hand of the Silent Man Captain, and whispered:

"Slintmo, tell me, what the hell is going on, those are all rumors, aren't they?"

The leader of the silent people who was caught in the hand just shook his head expressionlessly, which made the minister's heart, which was still lucky, sink his heart.

"I'm sorry, minister, but ··········"

Sighing silently, the black captain, with only his face and neck exposed, led the Minister of Magic to the crystal clock, so that he could see for himself the dead bird who kept playing the funeral march.

The transparent dead bird was still singing silently, but the voice never came out again.

Apparently in order to prevent further panic, someone set up soundproofing magic.

After looking at the table clock, I went to the place where the prophecy tablet was kept.

It was a room made entirely of marble, with no drawings in it, only a stone table, on which the prophecy slab was a rough fossil slab.

On the fossil slab, there is a footprint of the paw of an unknown creature, with only three fingers, and the area is so large that it occupies the entire stone slab.

"This morning, when my people were doing a routine inspection of the place, they found this."

Slintmore pointed to a small piece of gold leaf next to him, which was what the language tablet spat out.

There is no writing on the gold leaf, and the prophecy is manifested in the form of pictures.

On the screen, it is the Ministry of Magic, who appears to be the Minister of Magic, kneeling on the ground, with a newspaper next to it labeled "1990".