Chapter 298: Twelve Black Gates

"Maka, there is news from Arthur, and Harry has successfully completed the task."

When Harry was sitting on the interrogation chair in the tenth courtroom, facing heavy pressure, Sirius happily conveyed the good news to Maca's ears.

"Harry is really fine." Maca smiled, "He has always been a Gryffindor lion cub, and he has never lacked courage."

"Of course, when James—"

"Forget about his father," Maca waved his hand at Sirius, "Harry is Harry, not someone's heir. When facing evil, he just needs to be himself."

After finishing speaking, Maca stood up from behind the desk and stretched greatly.

"Okay, then it's time for me to act..." He lowered his arms and said with piercing eyes, "Sirius, first get the members of the Order of the Phoenix to get ready. During my absence, you must Strengthen vigilance!"

Maca thought for a while, and then reminded: "If you encounter trouble, don't treat the sisters Leni and Lena as a burden... In terms of combat effectiveness, they are no worse than anyone else."

"Oh?" Sirius looked at Maca in surprise, but didn't ask any more questions.

Nodding to Sirius, Maca turned and walked to the small bedroom beside her...

Meanwhile, the Ministry of Magic, the Department of Mysteries.

Behind the black door through which Bode had entered was a wide, perfectly circular room.

Everything here, including the floor and ceiling, is uniformly black, and twelve identical black doors are neatly inlaid on the curved black walls.

Some candles with faint blue flames flickered on the wall, and the cold and flickering flames were reflected on the smooth marble floor, making the ground look like a dark pool of water.

And at the intersection of the ceiling and the curved black wall in this room, a black spot that almost merged with the surroundings remained motionless, only an extremely faint blue light flashed occasionally, proving that there was indeed something there.

Suddenly, the blue light that flickered for a long time suddenly lit up. Although the bright light is still not very eye-catching, if you look carefully, you will find that the faint light is actually lit up behind the black spot.

At this moment, the black dot moved!

Silent movement, fine and quick steps, eight constantly swinging slender feet... and eight pairs of gray-green eyes that suddenly opened.

It was a shrunken acromantula!

When it silently climbed to the ground, as the blue light flashed suddenly, several tiny and exquisite runes flashed under its stomach, and the space suddenly twisted.

The next moment, a figure dressed in an exquisite wizard robe suddenly appeared above it, and then stood on the black floor in an extremely unsightly posture with his legs spread apart, holding a particularly eye-catching orange * **.

"Xiaoqi, I told you during the practice, it doesn't matter where you stand, don't stand on the ground!" The figure immediately squatted down, allowing the little acromantula to crawl into his palm, "I'm really not afraid of me!" stepped on you?"

After finishing speaking, he directly stuffed the little spider into his sleeve, put the "cloth piece" back into his pocket, and then straightened up and looked around the room.

"Sure enough, those guys will still send Harry to the dungeon's courtroom, but Harry really deserves some encouragement. This task is easy to say, but it's actually not easy."

This is of course Maca. He drew a marking rune on Xiaoqi's belly, which is enough to use the Portkey to sneak into places without confinement space.

He looked at the twelve black doors around him. There were no doorknobs on them, and there were no nameplates indicating what each room was for, as if there was nothing that could distinguish them.

Maca thought for a while, then simply walked to a door, and then slightly closed his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he gently stroked the door leaf with one hand, and concentrated his attention on feeling the subtle fluctuations of magic power behind the door.

after a while,

He turned around and walked slowly along the curved wall, his fingertips quietly slid across the doors and walls, and after walking a full circle, his steps suddenly stopped.

"...It's just some inexplicable power," Maca suddenly opened his eyes, and gently pushed the first door he came into contact with. "Especially inside... what is this?"

Sure enough, the door couldn't be pushed at all, as if it was locked by some kind of powerful magic.

Maca considered it for a while, but finally shook his head.

"Let's talk about it later, go get the things you should take first..."

He took out a bottle of Xianyin potion from his waist, raised his head and drank it, and then walked straight to a certain black door on the other side.

The door was not locked, Maca easily pushed it open.

When those bright diamond-like dancing lights filled his field of vision, a kind of obscure magic wave wrapped his whole body in fine detail.

The twelve black doors have the effect of blocking the breath, but the effect is not perfect. It was just behind this door that Maca felt this familiar fluctuation.

In the chart of rule runes at the back of the book of sins, the runes representing time have this feeling—although he still can't understand the mystery.

In this room, countless clock dials are shining with faint but profound brilliance.

All kinds of clocks and clocks of different sizes are scattered here and there, including large floor-standing clocks, wall-mounted household clocks, and even several rows of hourglass timers neatly placed in glass-door cabinets. A gold chain that looks like a necklace.

Some of them hang among some staggered brackets, some stand on a long dining table, and of course some are placed directly on the floor because of their size.

It is these large number of clocks and watches with different models and styles that make the rapid and seemingly endless ticking sound continue to echo, uniform but distinct, like the footsteps of a marching guard of honor.

And the first ray of light shining like a diamond came from the crystal dial of the towering bell-shaped crystal cover in the deepest part of the room.

Standing in this peculiar room, Maca sincerely laments the depth of the mystery of magic, which is unbelievable.

"Material promotes appearance, and spirit deduces rules."

He remembered the answer to the bronze eagle at the beginning. At that time, he was just dealing with it, but now that he thought about it, the meaning was extremely profound.

Except for the bell-shaped crystal cover, the other clocks are just ordinary magic clocks, and the magic principle is just to calculate the interval of each second according to the knowledge of the sun rising, the moon setting, and the stars moving, which is almost the same as the clocks in the Muggle world.

But it is these ordinary clocks, when they are gathered together, he can feel the spiritual interpretation of the rules.

But Maca didn't expect him to gain anything from it, because it was better to ponder the rule rune chart to get a clearer understanding of such subtle rules from here!

Sighing slightly, Maca raised her legs decisively and walked towards the bell-shaped crystal cover.

This is the Time Hall of the Department of Mysteries, and the room connected to the Time Hall must be the Prophecy Hall.

Walking along the narrow gap between the long dining tables, Maca casually looked at the crystal cover, and there seemed to be a churning chain of light constantly winding and flowing inside.

In the middle of those light chains, there is a jewel-like egg floating.

It rises quietly with the flow of the light chain, and then cracks silently, a hummingbird flies up in the egg, and rises straight to the top of the glass cover.

But as the light chain flowed and fell, the bird turned into a plume of feathers that withered, aged, and fell, until at the very bottom, it became a jewel-like egg again.

"Hummingbird?" Maca tilted his head, a little dazed.

His Animagus form is a hummingbird, but what is the relationship between time and hummingbirds... To be honest, he has never had any associations in this regard.

Scratching his scalp inexplicably, he silently remembered this piece of unexpected information in his heart, and planned to write it down for future consideration when he went back.

Afterwards, Maca walked around the glass cover with traces of rules, and looked at the only door behind it.

Pushing the door lightly, it opened without making a sound.

Behind this door is a room as tall as a cathedral. It is full of neat rows of black wooden frames, and the wooden frames are all covered with muddy glass balls covered with dust. There is nothing else. .

There are only a group of candlesticks occasionally, which are inlaid with the edge of the wooden frame at a certain distance, and the dim candlelight spreads out, but it doesn't make the place look much brighter.

Like the original circular room with twelve doors, the flames of these candles are all faint blue. Those small glass balls with turbid clouds vaguely flowing inside emit an extremely faint gray light.

This room is obviously colder than the Time Hall outside.

"The prophecy ball...?"

Maca just knew that Voldemort would definitely care about the prophecy, because that guy failed repeatedly and would definitely have a psychological support for those mysterious and mysterious things.

It's like, when someone prophesies that you will be killed by someone, will you really be indifferent? Especially in this magical world where the prophesied blood really flows!

At least Maca will be very concerned about it, even if he is really hard to understand such things as prophecy, but it does not prevent him from paying attention to things that are beneficial or harmful to him.

Speaking of which, he has actually experienced a prophecy that couldn't be more "straightforward".

After taking a deep breath, Maca drew out her wand and stretched it straight forward.

He did know that Voldemort would want to know about the prophecy made by Professor Trelawney more than ten years ago, but Maca had no way of knowing where the prophecy ball was.