Ministry of Magic.
In an underground room, a warm fire crackled and burned vigorously. The space behind the oak door was quiet. Chloe hugged her knees and sat in front of a crystal ball. She was in the same position she had been in for the past week, like a divining witch.
She knew the weather outside through the magic crystal ball on the table. If it was snowing outside, the crystal ball would snow. If it was sunny outside, the crystal ball would be sunny.
This was the only way she could get information recently.
The oak door was pushed open. Nicole Lemay walked in with a cane in one hand and a cup of hot cocoa in the other. She handed the cocoa to Chloe.
"Do you like snow?"
"No, I don't."
Chloe took the hot cocoa and said unhappily, "I like sunny days."
"Then I'll take you to a tropical beach in a while. How about that?" Nicole Lemay sat down beside her, holding the silver cane with both hands.
"I don't understand."
Chloe said directly.
"What don't you understand?"
"Why are we staying in the Ministry of Magic?" Chloe held the steaming cup and asked in confusion, "Why don't you take me home? We haven't seen each other for so many years. Don't my parents want to see me at all?"
Seeing Chloe's serious expression, the smile on Nicole Lemay's old face faded a little. He shook his head and sighed. "You're not home yet, my dear."
"My … Isn't my home here, in London?"
"No, our home is very far away," the old man said.
Chloe looked at him in confusion, completely ignoring him.
"Ah, well … Forget it. Let's not talk about this for now."
Nicole Lemay waved her hand and took out a wooden box with trembling hands. "Christmas is coming. I have a present for you."
She slowly opened the wooden box and saw a transparent crystal necklace lying quietly inside. It was hexagonal in shape and was engraved with dense and strange patterns. It was very beautiful.
Chloe looked at the wooden box and her eyes lit up. She had never seen such a beautiful necklace.
"Come, give it a try."
Nicole trembled as she took out the necklace from the box and put it on Chloe's neck.
Chloe felt a chill run down his spine and shivered. She looked at her chest as if she was wearing a necklace made of ice.
"What is this?"
She curiously asked her great-great-great-great-grandfather.
"This is a little toy that I made in my spare time."
The old man winked at the girl mischievously. He pressed down on Chloe's chest and held her collar tightly. "Remember, no matter what happens, don't let anyone see this necklace."
His appearance made Chloe even more confused. Ever since she returned, Nicole Lemay had kept her locked in an underground room in the Ministry of Magic. She wasn't allowed to go out, nor was she allowed to come into contact with anyone. But if she was not allowed to see anyone, what was the point of wearing the necklace?
She touched the hard object on her chest and asked with uncertainty, "Do you know something but don't want to tell me?"
"Yes, I'll tell you when you get home."
At that moment, there was a knock on the door behind her. Nicole Lemay went to open it.
The door opened.
Chloe heard a man at the door ask in a hoarse and tired voice, "Is she ready?"
"Always ready," Nicole replied.
Then he shouted to Chloe, "Someone's here to see you, Chloe."
She hurriedly stood up. Standing outside the door was a young man in a black cloak.
At first glance, her reaction was that this person was very handsome. But when she took a closer look, she immediately changed her mind. This man was the complete opposite of his grandfather. He wore a brand-new top hat and had an exceptionally beautiful face. His ears were pointed, making him look like an elf from a fairy tale. However, his dull blue eyes seemed abnormally lifeless, as if he was an old man with one foot in the grave.
"This is Minister Dracath."
Nicole Lemay was not surprised at all. She stepped aside and said to Chloe, "Hurry up and say hello."
The minister of the Ministry of Magic?
That was unexpected. She had always thought that such senior officials would be at least forty or fifty years old, but this person looked about the same age as her.
Chloe looked at Nicole Lemay. She could clearly sense a strong disgust in her grandfather's eyes, but he maintained a friendly smile on his face.
Out of politeness, she bowed to the man in a very ladylike manner.
The man also took off his hat and bowed slightly. His voice was dull and uninterested. "Hello."
Chloe could see that the man's hair was a rare pure silver.
After bowing, the man said to Nicole Lemay, "Has everything else been arranged?"
"Everything has been arranged."
Nicole Lemay replied.
"Then come over here."
The man waved to Chloe, as if indicating for her to follow him.
Chloe looked at her great-great-great-great-grandfather in confusion, but he only smiled and said, "Go, go and help Minister Dracath. I'll take you to the beach tomorrow. Remember my words, don't be afraid."
Before Chloe could say anything, Nicole Lemay turned her head and pushed her out of the door. She pushed her to Fatir who was standing outside the door.
"Let's go," Fatir said.
She then pulled the puzzled Chloe all the way forward.
Chloe, who kept looking back with every step, seemed to hear the sound of glass shattering inside the door.
"What do you want me to help you with?"
She asked the minister of the Ministry of Magic.
"I'll tell you when we get there."
The minister of the Ministry of Magic said and led her to a lift. With a series of clanking and clanking sounds, the golden gate slid open, and the two went up the lift.
There weren't many people in the Ministry of Magic on Christmas night, and there wasn't much light. Only a cold female voice could be heard, constantly indicating the names of the floors.
"The seventh floor, Magic Sports Division, includes the British and Irish Quidditch Alliance Headquarters, the Official Cobblestone Club, and the Comical Products Patent Office."
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"The sixth floor, Magic Traffic Division, includes the Flying Network Administration, the Flying Broom Management and Control Bureau, the Door Key Office, and the Mirage Manifestation Test Center."
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"The third floor, Magic Accidents and Disasters Division, includes the Reversal of Accidental Magic Incidents Team, the Memory Cancellation Command Center, and the Muggle Mediation Committee."
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"The second floor, Magic Law Enforcement Division, includes the Prohibition of Magic Office, Aura Command Center, and the Wissengammon Management Organization."
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Only when they passed by those floors would there be occasional firelight illuminating their faces. Chloe secretly observed Fatir. This man was very quiet, and for a moment, she felt that he was similar to Hoffa. Because on the way back, most of the time Hoffa didn't speak much either. However, he didn't have the exuberant energy of that young man, only a decadent aura of death. "
Accompanied by a soft ding dong, the elevator landed on the top floor.
"The first floor, Ministry of Magic Minister's Office, International Affairs Conference Hall."
Fatir expressionlessly walked out of the golden iron fence, and pushed open a black iron door in a dark corridor.
The room was dark, and she couldn't see the furnishings in the room, which made Chloe a little uneasy. She thought of the room where the Manse drew her blood, and in the darkness of this room, there seemed to be an invisible giant moving slowly.
The man pressed her on the chair, then waved his magic wand, and lit up a candle. There was only one candle.
Then, he sat on the table behind the candle, and crossed his fingers.
"Hoffa, did Bach tell you why he wanted to send you back?"
He asked with no interest.
"Eh, you know?"
Chloe was surprised, and a little excited: "Speaking of which, I've always felt that it was strange, he didn't seem to be willing to tell me the real reason."
"I see …" the man muttered.
The man mumbled, his blue dead fish eyes stared unblinkingly at Crowley in the distance. After a moment of daydreaming, he said in all seriousness, "I have a daughter, she's the same age as you. Speaking of which, I have thought of marrying my daughter to him."
"Uh … Cough cough … Who is she marrying?"
"Hoffa, Bach."
"Pfft …" Chloe didn't expect him to say that, and laughed, almost choking on her own saliva. She scratched her head awkwardly: "Hoffa, he … is about the same age as me, isn't it a little too early for you to say this?"
"Is it? My secretary gave me a set of statistics. Actually, half of the couples in Hogwarts will become husband and wife after graduation. After all, the circle of the Magi society is relatively small. "
He even took out a piece of parchment paper from the drawer seriously: "Do you want to see this?"
"No need, why did you ask me to come here?"
She shifted uneasily on the chair, this man's tone and content were very strange.
"I remember that the job of a nun is to save and redeem, right? You have to treat everyone equally."
"Yes."
Speaking of her job, Chloe immediately straightened her back.
"We are in charge of teaching and preaching. Of course, what you said is also part of my job."
"Thank you, I understand." Fatir nodded calmly: "My daughter is dead, she died of an unknown disease."
"Ah!?"
Under the candlelight, Chloe opened her mouth, and didn't know what to say. After a while, she stuttered: "I'm … sorry. But … this … is … the reason why you asked me to come here, you want to save your daughter? "
"This is also the reason why Hoffa Bach sent you here."
The head of the Ministry of Magic said with his fingers crossed in front of her.
All interest in talking suddenly disappeared at this moment, and she suddenly felt unusually irritated. Her composure and friendliness all this time seemed to have been fed to the dogs, she wanted to stand up and leave immediately, but after thinking about it, she forced herself to sit still and asked politely: "When did your daughter pass away?"
"About a year and a half ago."
Fatir said.
"Is her death confirmed?"
Fatir looked at her and didn't say anything.
"I am a nun, a servant of God, not a wishing well." She suppressed her displeasure and said: "Fate is unchangeable. What happens will happen, and besides, I can't go back to a year and a half ago, that's too exaggerated. "
"I knew you would say that."
Fatir immediately answered, he bent down and took out a strange machine that emitted green light from under the wide table, and placed it in front of Chloe. Under the weak candlelight, that thing looked like a bronze snail the size of a head. On top of the bronze structure, there was a round transparent glass ball, and the glass ball shone with a dim green light.
Then, he took out a bright red apple from his pocket and pushed it to the unknown machine.
"Can I borrow a drop of your blood?"
Fatir asked gently.
That expression reminded Chloe of Manse, she stood up in horror and held her shoulder. If she didn't know that he was the head of the Ministry of Magic, she would have slammed the door and left immediately.
She looked back, but she couldn't see the door at all. Under the dim candlelight, she couldn't even see the man's face clearly, only his dim blue eyes.
Darkness flashed, and an invisible thing crawled past her. Chloe shivered, and her ears hurt.
Then she saw the man retract his hand, and there was a drop of blood on his finger. They were more than two meters away, she didn't know how the man did it, but she could feel that there were other creatures in this dark room.
Fatir retracted his hand. He took the red apple from the table and threw it into the glass ball at the top of the snail-shaped machine, and then dripped a drop of blood on the mouth of the metal structure.
Soon after, a dark green radiance flashed by. Crowley was dumbstruck as he saw the apple turn green at a speed visible to the naked eye. It became smaller, thinner, and finally turned into petals, then into a flower bud, and finally into nothingness.
"Look, this is my newly developed time converter. It can infinitely magnify your power, and with it, I can easily return to a year and a half ago. "Fatir said gently.
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