Chen Ang stood in front of the Mystery Affairs Department of the Ministry of Magic. He walked down from the elevator and pushed the door open. Behind the door was a huge circular hall with a high dome. The damage caused by the recent battle was still there. The light in the surroundings was stagnant, showing the gray and withered swamp. The destruction and ruins caused by the battle were like a shadow in the river of time, or like a yellowed old photo recording that moment.
Some of the Auror who could not retreat in time were forgotten here. Some of them opened their mouths, wanting to scream, some had hideous expressions, and some had frozen expressions of fear before they died. However, they did not die, but were forgotten by time.
This was the 'Well of Eternity', a transfer station to the dark plane that had no concept of time and space.
If Chen Ang wanted to, he could make time flow in this place. This place was located in the gap between the real world and the dark planes such as the spiritual world. It had very strange physical characteristics. The part of the Ministry of Magic that was devoured was only a drop in the bucket here.
Chen Ang gently floated in the void in front of him, and the destruction caused by the battle returned to its original state as if time and space had been reversed.
By the time the dust settled, everything had returned to its original state — the door, the ceiling, the tiles on the floor, everything was black. In the grey and white hue of the whole space, it seemed exceptionally remote. Some doors without handles were installed at intervals around the walls, and the walls were decorated with pale candlesticks that emitted a deathly white light.
From beginning to end, the surroundings remained absolutely silent, as if the concept of 'sound' did not exist in this world.
Chen Ang stepped into a room. It was a rectangular room, and it was empty inside. The golden chandelier hanging down from the ceiling emitted a pale light, making the room look even more empty. At the very center of the room, there was a huge glass bucket filled with dark green liquid, and some pearl-white brain matter and brain tissue were swimming in it.
"The Hall of the Brain … hides the research of the world of magic on the brain." Chen Ang looked at the strange brain matter that had been animated by magic. In his arcane vision, the flickering souls of these brains, and in his electromagnetic vision, the brain waves they emitted told Chen Ang that the Ministry of Magic had used some method to keep these brains still thinking.
"Brain in a jar!" Chen Ang said in a low voice. "Interesting … It smells like the brain of the Mind Stealer."
The scene reminded Chen Ang of the favorite brain of the Sichuan hotpot. The white brain floated in the bright red pot, showing the unique taste of food of the Foodie Empire. It was an evil art that even the Mind Stealer would admire.
Chen Ang had always wanted to put chili, pepper, onion, ginger, and garlic in the brain of the Mind Stealer and eat it in a pot of Sichuan red pot. Unfortunately, in the time of Faerun World, Chen Ang could not let himself go and enjoy the present, and missed the many delicacies of the Continent of Faerun Stealer.
The Cantonese blood was stirring in Chen Ang's body.
Chen Ang took a step forward and left the Hall of the Brain that hid many evil little secrets of the Ministry of Magic. In the next room, all kinds of clocks and watches filled the entire space. They should be ticking and ticking, but in this world, all the clocks and watches had stopped moving. As the folds of space under dimensional dimensions, no one in this world knew time better than Chen Ang.
He looked at the clocks and watches of different sizes with interest. They represented everything and different times. In the scientific world, time was meaningless without a frame of reference. In the world of magic, sorcerers had to use such means to scratch the surface.
Every clock here represented time in a frame of reference. In the world of a certain sorcerer, the time of a bolt of lightning returned to the past through a time converter. The messy and complicated clocks vaguely depicted the time scale of everything on this planet, but it was meaningless.
Chen Ang looked at the door in the Hall of Time. He took a step forward and entered the door.
Inside, towering shelves filled the entire space. On the shelves, there were countless large and small crystal balls. Chen Ang raised his hand, and the tall dome emitted a gentle white light, illuminating the place.
This was the Hall of Prophecy, where all the prophecies accumulated by the British magic world were stored.
"No matter whether those prophecy sorcerers are reliable or not, with their magic power, what they capture is the track of fate … Hidden in this hall are all the secrets about time and fate in the entire British magic world … God knows how dangerous this is. Even if the wizard or witch who prophesied only wanted to know what his friend had for dinner tonight, it's also a secret about the coordinates and the track of fate in that timeline. "
"In the world of Mount Shu, such a thing is even more dreadful than a person's horoscope. It can allow a seasoned old devil to infect the entire world of magic in Britain and sacrifice all the living wizards here into devils as offerings to impeach the extraterrestrial devils." "That's right.
Chen Ang waved his hand slightly, and a crystal ball flew out from under the label with the name Harry Potter on it.
"This is the fate of the Savior." Chen Ang calmly said, "In the entire plot world, the most important quest item in the established direction. The prophecy crystal ball that represents the fate of Harry Potter, the identity of the Savior, the Potter couple died because of this, Dumbledore chose to die, and Voldemort perished because of this. "
The Lord God seemed to have transmitted some sort of quest prompt to his ear, but Chen Ang ignored it.
"If Voldemort wants to defy the heavens and change his fate … This is a very important thing … but for me, it's useless." On the contrary, Chen Ang summoned a few crystal balls. The prophecies about the four founders of Hogwarts.
The prophecy about the first person Dumbledore defeated, the Black Devil, and his various emotional entanglements.
The prophecy about Newt Sculman, the author of "Where Are the Amazing Animals" in New York.
These water droplets plucked from the river of time and fate could allow Chen Ang to swim in the right direction and reach that period of time in the past. But Chen Ang was not interested in this. He increasingly felt that as he approached the origin of the truth of all things, things became more and more boring as a result. He now wanted to be a fisherman in the upper reaches of the river of time.
He interfered with the predetermined fate of the fish, causing countless variables, and observed the endless and unpredictable changes of the future from the upper reaches of the river of time.
This was a kind of study and study of the plot plane created by the Lord God's space. By intercepting the timeline, the Lord God stole the information and data, origin, and laws of a universe. And through the study of the Lord God's ring of time, Chen Ang revealed the secrets of the Lord God himself and further secrets of the timeline.
Chen Ang put the crystal ball back in place, turned around, and left the Prophecy Hall.
As he left, the dome of white light above his head gradually darkened, and an inexplicable darkness called Morgoth slowly enveloped the Prophecy Hall. Through the prophecies preserved by countless crystal balls, the will and power from Morgoth could penetrate the fate of the person represented by the trajectory of fate recorded in those crystal balls, and even into the past timeline represented by those old crystal balls.
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