Chapter 1222 Cycle

No one knows who did it.

It stands to reason that Kreacher is definitely the most aware of the people who enter and leave Black's old house. After Sirius turned this place into the stronghold of the Order of the Phoenix, although Kreacher may not come out to meet people often, he will definitely remember who has been here.

Because, he has always been an absolutely conscientious house-elf.

So after Maca asked Kreacher, but didn't get an answer he wanted, he knew that he might have to think about this matter by himself.

"Dunger, you'll work harder here today. If you're not sure about the information, send it directly to Diagon Alley. Kingsley is deployed in London. Don't put too much pressure on you..."

To be honest, Maca is obviously no less disturbed than anyone else at the moment. But when he saw Mundungus' hesitant expression, he first suppressed the anxiety in his heart and spoke a few words to comfort him.

He knew that in the current crisis, many people were being tested. But to finally overcome this difficulty, it is still impossible for him to rely on himself alone.

After all, what happened this time was not like the catastrophe caused by the Devouring Mirror. There were too many people who witnessed all this and were trapped in it.

"Okay, I have to go now... After some time, Lupine should come back, and then you don't have to be so nervous."

Maca did not stop at Black's old house.

The time converter stored here was destroyed, and he didn't have the time to further investigate who destroyed it, so naturally he wouldn't stay to waste time.

At least before that, he'd have to check out the rest of the Time-Turners.

And Maca is going to the Ministry of Magic next.

Although he took five at the beginning, there are still many left in the Time Hall of the Department of Mysteries. Now that he was very close to the Ministry of Magic, it was impossible for him to choose to go further away.

...

Moments later, the atrium of the Ministry of Magic.

Since Scrimgeour spoke here earlier, there are still some people who have not left. They did not return to their posts, but they did not leave everything behind and flee London.

People are always contradictory, especially when they are in doubt. As for which side Maca and Haierbo will win, and whether the Ministry of Magic will be able to reach the end in the end, no one knows.

Coupled with the fact that it is not safe at all outside, these timid Ministry of Magic employees have been stranded here, neither advancing nor retreating.

And when these wizards with stiff expressions saw that Maca actually appeared from the hall, everyone present stood up one after another from every place where people could sit down.

"Mr. McLean..."

"Oh, Mr. McLean, what's going on out there?"

"Mr. McLean, the British wizarding world is relying on you now, and we will definitely support you!"

Seeing these people rushing to his side to babble, Maca could only shake his head secretly in his heart—he actually knew that when a disaster happened, people who were at a loss actually still accounted for the majority.

Even though there are still people in this group who are shouting to support him,

But that's just talk, because those who are really willing to show support with actions are unlikely to stay here and hesitate.

"Okay, I see... Excuse me, I'm going to the Department of Mysteries."

Maca didn't even need to tell these people not to follow him down, because he knew very well that none of these people who were full of hesitation would leave here unless there was an obvious turnaround in the whole situation.

But before entering the elevator, Maca was stopped by an urgent voice.

"Mr. McLean!"

"Minister Scrimgeour," Maca turned his head slightly, "I'm sorry, I have to 'borrow' something from the Department of Mysteries, and I'm in a hurry right now."

"Uh, oh! Actually, I don't want to waste your precious time, I know you must be very busy." Scrimgeour trotted to Maca's side, frowning, "But I really want to ask a question— —Of course, just go and get what you need, it’s completely fine, I can make up an application for item call for you afterwards.”

"Well, that's fine! Thank you..." Maca nodded, "So, what do you want to ask?"

"I just want to ask a question," Scrimgeour said immediately after hearing the words, "As far as you personally estimate, how much is the possibility that London can survive this crisis... how much is left?"

"'Stay safe'...?" Maca thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "If you want to ask, is it possible to return to the order of the past... I can only say that the possibility is not impossible , but I can't give you any guarantees right now."

But on the other hand, after hearing Maca's completely unfounded answer, Scrimgeour still heaved a sigh of relief as if he had reborn some hope.

"That's enough, that's enough!"

In fact, Scrimgeour had completely given up the idea of ​​restoring normal order. Because of the current situation in London, it is no longer a disaster for the magic world.

According to Scrimgeour's contacts with the Queen, the London fog, and a series of battles in the fog, had spread through the Muggle community outside of London.

Even though the royal family and the Prime Minister are trying to control the news as much as possible, and wizards and magic are not very credible in the eyes of Muggles, this incident has finally begun to ferment uncontrollably in the dark.

Under such a chaotic situation, Scrimgeour could no longer imagine the possibility of restoring the original order.

However, now, he can still get the answer "the possibility is not impossible" from Maca's mouth, which is undoubtedly a hope born out of despair for him.

So, what more could he ask for?

"Mr. McLean, I'll accompany you down right now—with me, no one will hinder you from taking anything!"

After all, the Time-Turner is a research collection of the Ministry of Magic, and it would be great if it could be acquired and used openly.

Maca did not reject Scrimgeour's companions, and soon he took the elevator with the minister of the Ministry of Magic who had already lost his mind, and went down to the lowest floor that the elevator could reach.

The pure black rotunda, the closed circle of black doors, and all kinds of magic fluctuations that can be vaguely sensed through the door-this place is no different from the last time Maca came.

The difference is that this time Maca doesn't need to go through the doors one by one to distinguish which room she should enter.

"Mr. McLean, where are you going? I can show you the way."

"Well, the Hall of Time."

As soon as Maca said this, Scrimgeour was taken aback for a moment, and then couldn't help whispering:

"Could it be that... the thing you want to use is a time converter?"

The Department of Mysteries is originally a department that conducts research on various mysterious items, unknown phenomena, and powerful magical powers, and the Hall of Time is a research-oriented hall purely used to study the relationship between time and magic. .

In addition to all kinds of magical clocks and watches, the only thing that can be taken out and used is obviously the time converter.

"Mr. McLean, then—" Scrimgeour seemed very hesitant, and after a pause, he immediately said, "I know, my research on magic cannot be compared with yours, but As Minister for Magic, I'm still responsible for telling you something."

"... Judging from the content recorded in the research file, although the wizards who used the Time-Turner encountered different situations, many of them were in and never came back. No one knew that they used it What will happen in the future... Therefore, the conditions for applying to call it will be set very strict."

"And most importantly, the people who tried to change the past with the time-turner never appeared again!"

In the current crisis, the existence of Maca is very important to Scrimgeour, and he doesn't want to find Maca again when he looks back.

So Scrimgeour had to say these words, and he said them very earnestly.

"Yes, I know that it is actually very dangerous," Maca nodded, "So I also suggest that in the future, don't let other people call it, and cancel the normal application procedures... But This time, I think I have to use it again."

Having said that, Maca added a little bit:

"But one thing I can tell you - in the past, I've actually used a converter once, and I've actually changed things... oh, don't put that in the research files, because that's It doesn't make any sense."

Due to Scrimgeour's hesitation, Maca finally found the door of the Hall of Time through his sensory ability. After finishing speaking, he saw that he didn't want to delay any longer, and walked straight towards a certain black wooden door.

"Already used it? Then... hey!"

Scrimgeour was startled on the spot, and then hurriedly chased after him. But before he caught up with Maca, he saw that the other party had already opened the door of the Hall of Time, and then stopped at the door inexplicably.

"Mr. McLean, what's the matter?"

Maca didn't need to answer, because he just followed Maca and took a look inside, and then he understood why Maca stopped at the door.

"This... how could this happen!"

The two saw that in the corner of the time hall where a large number of clocks were piled up, a delicate cabinet had been seriously damaged. And, that's not a normal destruction situation.

I saw that the glass door of the cupboard was constantly changing from complete to broken, and then restored to complete again, and the carved wooden boards of the cupboard were also falling to the ground again and again, and then put back automatically, as if the time in that corner had been completely out of touch. This world has become an independent cycle.

This scene made Maca feel a sense of déjà vu. ...

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