Chapter 299 Encountering an Ambush

The predecessor of the Ministry of Magic was the Council of Wizards. Although the name has changed due to social conditions, its essential role has not changed. It is a central institution responsible for managing the magical population of a country.

Due to the change of the times, there are no more than ten departments under the jurisdiction of the Wizarding Council back then, and most of them have evolved into the eight major departments under the Ministry of Magic today.

However, no matter how many other departments have been changed, removed and added, the only ones that have not been touched are the Department of Mysteries and the dungeons.

In the Department of Mysteries, all kinds of unpredictable powers that have been discovered since ancient times are concentrated, and the wizards have collected them in every possible way, and have been working tirelessly to explore and experiment here.

The staff working in this secret department are called "silent people".

The prophecy hall where Maca was at this time was a secret hall that had been preserved since the wizard council era.

The innumerable orbs of prophecy placed on the rows of shelves actually look like a work of alchemy.

But in fact, according to the early data retained by the Ministry of Magic, their origins have been unverifiable since the time of the Wizarding Council.

We all know that there have been prophets or prophets in the magic world since ancient times, and they will make various predictions at any time and place.

And every time a prophecy is born in this world, a certain blank prophecy ball in this hall will be filled with fog, until the second when the prophecy period ends, the prophecy ball containing the prophecy will be automatically emptied.

It's just that the long-term statistics of the Reticent Man found that the prophecy balls here have never been fully filled, and even the total amount of prophecies every ten years will not fluctuate too much.

These wizards couldn't help but have a guess:

"...In this world, there is at least an "upper limit" to the number of prophecies that appear at the same time."

In the only office of the Department of Mysteries, Maca sat behind the desk of a Reticent Man, flipping through various documents.

In the corner behind him, the two silent men were lying stiffly on the cold floor, motionless.

He had wandered around the hall of prophecy before, but there were too many prophecy balls, and there was obviously an anti-search spell, so he couldn't find the one he wanted.

"With... people who are not involved in the content of the prophecy, have no right to obtain the prophecy ball..." Maca turned a stack of research materials to a certain page, then pointed to the line of words and frowned, "That is to say , even if you find it, can’t you take it away?”

Whether there is a way to take it away is still unknown, but before that, it is reasonable to find it first.

Skipping over the documents in front of him, he hastily checked the stack of documents again, then threw them aside casually, picked up another stack of documents and checked them...

After a long time, Maca stood up again, and walked out of the office with a form in his hand. Before leaving, he cast a last glance at the two Reticent Men.

They were bound by the magic contract and couldn't disclose information for him at all, so he had to do it himself and find the answer by himself in those messy materials.

It can be said that the Ministry of Magic is still very capable in some aspects, at least this kind of contract Maca that is bound to the soul has nothing to do with it.

Carrying a page of information form, he returned to the prophecy hall again, and walked quickly in a certain direction.

But he had only walked a few steps before stopping his progress again.

"Lucius?"

Maca stood next to a shelf, and saw a familiar figure through the gap between the prophecy balls on the shelf. It was Draco's father—Lucius Malfoy.

He thought about it, and couldn't help but tighten his brows slightly, but after deliberating for a while, he still walked around the shelf and walked over there.

"Lucius." Maca shouted calmly, but the other party was shocked.

Lucius, who was standing between the two shelves, turned around slowly. It could be seen that after hearing Maca's voice, he

The whole person is a little stiff.

"Hello, Mr. McLean..."

Lucius just said hello and there was no more to say. He seemed to be hesitating, and he didn't even dare to look directly at Maca.

At this moment, a stagnant and indifferent voice suddenly appeared from behind the shelf behind Lucius.

"The target has appeared."

Before the words were finished, a cloud of black smoke drifted out from behind the shelf, and a tall and strong figure with black air all over his body came out step by step.

"wipe out."

It seemed to be talking to himself, but it was also like a cold and cruel order. The moment the black shadow read the word without any ups and downs, it turned into a black meteor and rushed towards Maca. come over.

At the same time, behind several shelves behind it, black shadows exactly like it soared into the sky one after another, following it and flying toward where Maca was.

Maca glanced in another direction, the prophecy ball he was looking for was there, but now was definitely not a good time to take a look.

Taking out a magic book and throwing it back, Maka stepped back a few steps and stepped on the magic book, then turned around and fled.

He couldn't let this group of stupid Black Deaths ruin this hall—although for some reason, Voldemort would rather give up the prophecy ball and set up an ambush, but even if Voldemort didn't want to watch it, he still wanted to watch it!

Or, he has a reason to watch it!

Maca stepped on the magic book and retreated rapidly, while the large group of black dead disciples followed closely, and the two sides left the hall of prophecy in a blink of an eye.

Lucius still stood where he was, all kinds of worries and fears in his heart were almost pouring out of his throat.

"Damn it! What should my Malfoy family do?"

Back then, Lucius had tried to play around on both sides, to feel at ease as a fool, and then wait for the price to be sold. But who knows, with the passage of time, both sides have gradually revealed strengths far beyond this era.

When hurricanes start blowing on both sides of the wall, even the wall will be completely destroyed, so what should he, a grass rooted on the top of the wall, do?

Just like today, Voldemort gave an order to use his family power to try to bring in a group of Black Death disciples. Could he refuse?

Lucius threw aside the exquisite cane engraved with the family crest in his hand, and slowly slid on the cold black floor leaning on the shelf, his eyes were full of confusion.

...

On the other side, Maca led a large group of black dead disciples, and quickly rushed through the hall of time.

When he returned to the circular room at the beginning, the walls and the twelve doors began to rotate rapidly, and stopped in the blink of an eye.

This is a magic set up to trap intruders, so that people don't know where the exit is, but this is not an obstacle to Maca.

He soon came to one of the twelve doors, and after the black dead disciples opened the door of the Hall of Time, he decisively pushed the door in, leaving only a back for the black dead disciples.

It's just that after he entered, the door was not closed.

The half-open door seemed to be an invitation to the Black Death Apostles, and the monotonous Black Death Apostles immediately went straight to the door, and rushed into the room following Maca's figure.

This is a dark and gloomy room, roughly square in shape, surrounded by steps that descend like auditoriums.

Each of these stone steps is quite steep, which looks very similar to the trial seat in the dungeon trial room, but at the bottom of these stone steps, there is no black chair with chains, but a slightly raised stone chair. platform.

In the center of that stone platform stood an ancient archway firmly. On the archway, a tattered black curtain moved without wind, as if someone gently moved it behind it.

Maca walked around the arched door, looking solemnly at the slightly fluttering black curtain, and he didn't even dare to get close to it easily.

Among the twelve black doors, apart from the locked door, the power hidden in this hall is the most obscure.

But if they got closer, Maca felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. It was as if he had been exposed to this kind of magic power fluctuation somewhere.

By the way, he has never felt anything similar to the information contained in the fluctuations in the rule rune table.

However, there was no time for him to think at this moment, because those black dead disciples had already followed in one by one, and attacked him without hesitation.

"What on earth was Voldemort thinking? Why did he lay an ambush against me? And who told him about my plans?"

There are many problems, but this does not prevent Maca from dodging and counterattacking flexibly.

As the icy light of his magic wand shone, ribbons of cold air flowed away, making the movements of those black dead disciples start to slow down.

At this moment, Maca's wand quickly moved forward, and a huge force went straight to a black dead disciple, smashing it directly into the ancient arch in the middle of the hall.

I saw that the black dead disciple was wrapped in black energy, falling towards the black curtain at an extremely fast speed, but he didn't pass through it, but quietly disappeared in Maca's sight.

This mysterious arch seems to be the door leading to another mysterious place. But Maca couldn't help feeling that if he accidentally fell into it, he might never come back.

Although he couldn't tell why, this feeling lingered in his heart all the time.

"boom!"

Maca dodged the Black Death Apostles flying from behind, and let it hit the stone steps heavily, splashing a lot of stone debris.

At the same time, his wand suddenly burst into an icy blue light, a rune quietly appeared on the tip of the wand, and then spewed out a dazzling beam of light.

When Maca waved his wand horizontally, the icy blue beam of light swept across like a sharp sword, freezing several black dead disciples into white, and then fell to the ground and fell into several pieces.