Everything around stopped moving, the twelve doors didn't spin, and the illusory feeling was gone.

"Which one shall we choose?" Bellatrix said, looking a little excited, as if he had reverted to the form of a little girl, but it did make Harry a little sickened. "And that's how you all worked before? Watch them spin?"

"It's a kind of protection, each room corresponds to a different magic, and the spell is in the hands of a different silent person, and if someone breaks in and doesn't know the correct way to crack it, the alarm will be triggered immediately. "These spells are ancient, and I know most of them, only a few of them have been replaced. Are you sure you've cracked the magic there, though?"

Obviously, for Lukewood, who works here, it is an unbelievable thing to crack the magic of the Department of Mysteries.

"Of course, we've already confirmed!" said the wizard who had cracked the magic circle at the doorway, as he walked over to Harry's side, "The shelves in that room were filled with small dusty glasses, and there were a thousand of them. ”

"That's right, it's that room. Lukewood nodded, "It's at the back of the Hall of Time." ”

"By the way, according to the information we stole from within the Ministry of Magic, where did the prophecy ball come from? ”

"Row 97, just ask Potter to go over and take it off. ”

"Then what are you waiting for!" Bellatrix said impatiently, "the worst outcome is twelve attempts!"

"It doesn't take that much, there are three doors that are locked for a long time. "They correspond to the storage of ancient magic relics, powerful magic books, and legendary magic items from history, and they require everyone to be silent before they can be opened." ”

"If there's really any powerful magic item in there, why don't we grab it. ”

"That's because no one knows who the three silent people who keep the keys are, not even the Minister of Magic, and if you want to investigate them one by one, you need to fully grasp this Ministry of Magic to do so. "And most of the stuff in there is broken, and all magic has been lost, and there is only one name left, and it is useless to get it." ”

"A bunch of ornaments left in the Department of Mysteries?" Lucius said.

"Yes. ”

"But what about what the Dark Lord confessed, did you find it?"

"Not yet. "It's possible to hide in the Hall of Time, or the Hall of Death, but of course, I'd rather be inside the three remaining portals." ”

"Looks like we're going to have to crack him, but ......," Lucius paused, "and before we do that, we'll have Harry get the crystal ball for us." ”

Lucius said, opening a door and pushing Harry in.

Accustomed to the darkness, the lamp hanging from the golden chain on the ceiling made the long rectangular room feel unusually bright, but there was no flickering light like Harry's dreams. The place was almost empty, except for a few tables and a huge glass bucket with a dark green liquid in the middle of the room, large enough for them to all swim in, and some pearly white objects lazily drifting in it.

"This is the cerebral hall. "Luckily, maybe we don't have to go into any horrible places, there are doors to other rooms at the back of the brain hall, and if we're lucky, we can go straight to the prophecy hall." ”

Before Harry could ask a question, everyone pushed through a door in Harry's corner.

This room was larger than the one before, dimly lit, rectangular, and the middle of the house had sunk in, forming a pit about 20 feet deep. The stone benches descended steeply along the shape of the room, like a lecture hall, or the interrogation room where Harry had been interrogated by Fudge, and they stood on the top floor. There were no chairs with chains, and in the center of this pit, a stone podium was raised, on which stood a ruined, arch of broken stone, which looked ancient, crumbling. There was no wall around it, and the arch hung a tattered curtain, which fluttered slightly in the cold and completely still air, as if it had just been moved.

"This is the Hall of Death. Lukewood sighed, "I don't want to be here, but it's just across the street, right across the street from the door to the Hall of Time, right across from it, and I've had it once." ”

"There are people here ......"

"Don't talk, Potter, you just need to follow. Lucius said, without the slightest pause.

Harry looked around, and twelve portals appeared on the wall in mid-air, and the next second, Harry was pushed into one of them by hand.

It's a bit dazzling here.

This is what Lukewood calls the Hall of Time, and the room is filled with beautiful, diamond-like jumping light. Clocks can be found on every surface.

They come in all sizes, from grandfather clocks to travel clocks, hanging from bookshelves to tables the length of a room. Because of this, a rapid, never-ending ticking sound filled the room, like the neat footsteps of thousands of tiny processions.

The diamond-like leap of light came from a bell-shaped glass dome standing tall at the end of the room.

The bell-shaped glass cover was as tall as Harry, and it stood on a table, seemingly filled with a churning, glittering current. Inside the hood, a small, jewel-like bright object (egg) floats up and down.

This object is a small hummingbird, but it is not always a bird. At the bottom of its circular trajectory, the bird is carrying its eggs. As it rose from the glass cover, it cracked open, and a hummingbird emerged and rose straight to the top of the glass cover. But as the air currents fell, the bird's feathers were stained and wet again until they landed at the very bottom of the glass enclosure, where they were again locked in the eggs.

This process of time is repeated endlessly inside the hood. A closet with a glass front, and the wall where the closet was located was covered with all sorts of hourglasses.

"This is the Hall of Time?" Lucius looked at the bird in front of him, "Very well, Carah and Goyle, you two are looking here, you should know what the Dark Lord wants." ”

"Yes!"

The two figures left their group, wondering what they were looking for, but Harry remained sanguinely silent, no one came to save him, at least for now.

"We continue. ”

But before Malfoy could push the door open, Harry had a strong feeling that there was nothing wrong with it, this was it, their destination.

The Hall of Prophecy is a large, cold room, as tall as a church, filled with towering shelves. It was covered with small gray glass balls. The shelves underneath each glass ball are labeled with small, yellowed labels. Some of the balls emit a mysterious, flowing light, others are vague and dark, like a light bulb that has gone out. More candlesticks were embedded in the shelves at intervals, and the flames were as blue as the black hall. The set of shelves closest to the door to the House of Time is row 53. On the right is row 54, followed by row 55, and so on.

The light in the hall was very dim and blurry. The candles are located at the ends of each row of shelves, meaning that when viewed from one end, the other end in the distance is pitch black. Some of the small glass balls glow faintly from the inside, while others are cold and dull.