The Ministry of Magic was formerly known as the Wizards' Council, and although its name has changed due to social conditions, its role has not changed, and it is a central body responsible for managing a country's magical population.

Due to the change of time, there is no longer one department under the jurisdiction of the Wizarding Council, and most of them have evolved into eight departments under the current Ministry of Magic.

However, no matter how many changes, removals, and additions have been made to other departments, the only ones that have not been touched are the Department of Mysteries and the Dungeon.

In the Department of Mysteries, there are various unfathomable powers that have been discovered since ancient times, and wizards have collected them in every possible way, and they have persistently worked hard to explore and experiment here.

And the staff who work in this secret department are called "silent people".

The Prophecy Hall, where Maca is at this time, is a confidential room that has been preserved since the time of the Wizards' Council.

The countless balls of prophecy placed on the shelves in rows and rows actually looked a lot like works of alchemy.

In fact, according to early information from the Ministry of Magic, their origins are unverifiable during the time of the Wizarding Council.

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

And every time a prophecy is born in this world, a blank prophecy ball in this hall will be filled with mist, and the prophecy ball containing the prophecy will automatically empty at the end of the prophecy year.

It's just that after the long-term statistics of the silent people, it has been found that the prophecy ball here has never been fully filled, and even the total number 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" on the number of prophecies that can occur at the same time. ”

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

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

He'd walked around the Prophecy Hall before, but there were so many Prophecy Orbs and it was obvious that he couldn't find the one he was looking for.

"With ...... People who are not involved in the content of the prophecy are not entitled to the prophecy ball......" Maca flipped a stack of research materials to a certain page, and then pointed to the line and frowned, "In other words, even if you find it, you can't take it away?" ”

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

Skimming over the documents in front of him, he hurriedly continued to look through the stack of materials, then casually threw them aside, picked up another stack of documents and looked at them......

It was a long time before Maca got up again, holding a page of the form in her hand and walking out of the office. Before leaving, he glanced at the two silent men one last time.

They were bound by a magical contract and couldn't reveal information for him, which forced him to take matters into his own hands and find answers for himself in the jumble of information.

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

Carrying a sheet of information, he returned to the Hall of Prophecy and walked briskly in one direction.

But he had only gone a few steps before he paused again.

"Lucius?"

Maca stood next to a shelf, and through the gap between the prophecy orbs on the shelf, she saw a rather familiar figure, it was Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy.

He thought about it, and his eyebrows couldn't help but tighten slightly, but after thinking about it, 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, slowly turned around, and could see that his whole body was a little stiff after hearing Maca's voice.

"Hello, Mr. McLean......"

Lucius just said hello and didn't say anything, he seemed to hesitate about something, and he didn't even dare to look directly at Maca.

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

"The goal has emerged."

Before he finished speaking, a cloud of black smoke drifted out from behind the shelf, and a tall, strong, black-filled figure walked out step by step.

"Elimination."

As if talking to itself, but like a cold and cruel command, the moment the black shadow pronounced the word without any waves, it turned into a black meteor and rushed towards Maka.

At the same time, behind several shelves behind it, black shadows identical to it rose into the air, following it in unison towards where Maca was.

Maca glanced in the other direction, the prophecy orb he was looking for was there, but it wasn't a good time to check it out.

Taking out a magic book and throwing it back, Maca took a few steps back and stepped onto the magic book, then turned and fled.

He couldn't let these stupid Black Dead apostles destroy this hall - although for some reason, Voldemort would rather abandon the Prophecy Sphere than set up a trap ambush, but even if Voldemort didn't want to see it, he still wanted to see it!

Or rather, he had a reason to watch it!

Maca stepped on the magic book and quickly retreated, while the large group of Black Dead followed, and both of them left the Prophecy Hall in an instant.

Lucius still stood still, his worries and fears almost pouring out of his throat.

"Damn it! What should I do with the Malfoy family? ”

I think that at the beginning, Lucius tried to maneuver between the two sides, feel at ease as a wall-header, and then wait for the price to sell. But who knows, as time goes by, both sides have gradually revealed a power far beyond this era.

When hurricanes begin to blow on both sides of the wall, even the wall will be completely destroyed, and what will happen to him, the grass rooted in the wall?

Like today, Voldemort gave the order to use his family power to try to bring in a group of Black Deaths, could he refuse?

Lucius tossed aside the delicate cane engraved with the family coat of arms in his hand, and slowly slid down to the cold black floor against the shelf, his eyes full of confusion.

……

On the other side, Maca led a large group of Black Death Apostles and sprang through the Hall of Time.

When he returned to the circular room from which he had begun, the walls and the twelve doors began to turn rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, they stopped turning again.

It's a spell designed to trap intruders, so you don't know where the exit is, but it's not an obstacle for Maca.

He soon came to one of the twelve doors, and when the Black Dead opened the door to the Hall of Time, he decisively pushed the door open, leaving only a shadow of the Black Death's back.

But when he entered, the door didn't close.

The half-open door was like an invitation to the Black Dead, and the monotonous Black Dead rushed into the room with Maca's figure.

It was a dimly lit and gloomy room, roughly square in shape, surrounded by steps that descended like an auditorium.

Each of these steps is quite steep, similar to the judgment seat of the dungeon courtroom, but at the bottom of the stairs there is no black chair with chains, but a slightly raised stone platform.

In the center of the stone platform stood an ancient arch, on which a tattered black curtain was windless, as if someone had gently stirred it from behind it.

Maca walked around the arch and looked at the slightly fluttering black curtain with a solemn countenance, and he didn't even dare to approach it easily.

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

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

By the way, the information contained in this fluctuation had not been felt by him on the regular rune table.

However, there was no time for him to think, as the Black Death Disciples had already followed him one by one, and had attacked him without hesitation.

"What the hell was Voldemort thinking? Why did he set up an ambush against me? And who revealed my plan to him? ”

There are a lot of problems, but that doesn't stop Maca from being nimble enough to dodge and counter.

As his wand shone with ice, ribbons of cold air swirled out, causing the Black Dead to begin to slow their movements.

At that moment, Maca's wand quickly reached forward, and a massive force slammed into one of the Black Dead Apostles, slamming it directly into the ancient arch in the middle of the hall.

I saw that the Black Death Apostle was covered in black qi and quickly fell towards the black curtain, but did not pass through it, but quietly disappeared in Maka's sight.

This mysterious arch seems to be a gateway to another mysterious place. But Maca couldn't help but feel that if she accidentally fell into it, she might never come back.

Although he couldn't tell why, this feeling always lingered in his heart.

"Bang!"

Maca dodged the Black Death from behind her, allowing it to slam down on the stone steps, splattering a large number of stone chips.

At the same time, his wand burst into a burst of ice-blue light, and a rune loomed at the tip of the wand, and then spit out a blinding pillar of light.

When Maca waved her wand horizontally, the ice-blue pillar of light swept through like a sharp sword, freezing several Black Dead Apostles directly into white, and then falling to the ground and falling into several pieces.