In the office of the Ministry of Magic.
Fatir took a deep breath and calmed his emotions. Soon, the few emotions on his face were replaced by coldness. He waved the wand under his robe.
The room in front of him opened with a rumble, revealing a black passage behind the wall. He strode into the passage, and soon, he came to a room under a golden chain lamp.
In the room, a tall, bald woman stood beside a red-haired girl with her hands spread out in a cross. She was hanging some strange silver metal ornaments on the girl's body. The ornaments wrapped around the girl's joints and were engraved with mysterious patterns.
"You said that I only need a little blood. Why did you put all these things on me?"
Seeing Fatir come in, the red-haired girl immediately asked him.
"These were all developed by your grandfather. I don't know the specific use. You can ask him yourself after this is over." Fatir answered her casually.
"Alright."
The red-haired girl gritted her teeth and opened her arms, allowing the tall woman to play with the metal ornaments on her body.
Fatir walked around the room and watched the ornaments on the girl's body take shape little by little. A trace of anxiety gradually rose in his heart. That guy had unexpectedly rejected her, pushing everything to the brink of losing control.
"Too slow."
He stepped forward and pushed Delfina away. He quickly picked up the ornaments and put them on the girl's body. His actions were a little rough.
"You're hurting me!"
She said angrily when he pressed a circular mithril rune on the girl's wrist.
Fatir did not answer and turned a deaf ear.
"Do others know what you're doing?"
The girl stretched her arms and wobbled under his movements. She asked with dissatisfaction, "You're the minister of the Ministry of Magic. Instead of thinking about the safety of the people, you want to return to the past at this juncture. Is this really okay?"
"It has nothing to do with you."
Fatir's expression was cold.
"Hey!"
The red-haired girl suddenly dodged his hand.
"I'm saving your daughter. I advise you to be nicer to me."
"This is Hoffa and Bach's idea. He just didn't have the face to tell you. If you don't want to, you can leave at any time. I'm just helping him, "Fatir said expressionlessly.
After a few seconds of confrontation, the red-haired girl stood there in a daze. She clenched her fists and pursed her lips. Her unwilling expression slowly turned into desolation. She made an 'oh' sound and silently opened her arms.
Fatir stepped forward again and stuck pieces of alchemy onto her body.
At this moment, the ground suddenly shook. The golden chandelier on the ceiling swayed and dust fell to the ground. There was also a faintly discernible roar mixed within.
"Fatir …!"
The three of them raised their heads at the same time, and the voice traveled along the ground to their ears.
"What happened?"
The red-haired girl immediately asked Fatir, "That's Hoffa's voice."
"I'm fine."
Fatir said coldly.
He waved his wand and blocked out all movement and sound.
The red-haired girl widened her eyes and asked, "Shouldn't you go out and take a look?"
Fatir did not say a word and did not stop what he was doing.
"Wait a minute. Don't tell me he doesn't want you to do this."
The red-haired girl suddenly broke free and kept a certain distance from him. "Although I promised to help you try, you're not being honest. I need to know what happened."
"Don't move!!"
Fatir suddenly roared.
He strode forward and grabbed the red-haired girl's arm. Every muscle on his face was as stiff as a sculpture under the light.
"You're lying."
The red-haired girl looked at him and muttered.
Then, her expression changed, "No, it can't be like this. You're lying."
She pushed Fatir's hand away and ran outside.
But before she could run two steps.
"Soul Ejection."
Along with the merciless incantation, the Soul Seizing Curse shot out from Fatir's wand and hit the girl who was covered in metal accessories.
The red-haired girl's anxious and frightened expression became dull. Under the effect of the Soul Seizing Curse, she staggered back and sat on the ground with a smile.
Fatir coldly put down his wand and said to the tall woman who was motionless at the side.
"Help her up."
The tall, bald woman stepped forward and supported the red-haired girl who had collapsed on the ground.
"You're back …" The red-haired girl smiled foolishly and pulled the bald woman's wrist. She said incoherently, "You're really … too stupid …"
Fatir's face was filled with disgust. "Shut up!"
The red-haired girl's voice disappeared, but her mouth was still moving. Then, Fatir looked at the bald woman beside him, "Is the Arrow of Time ready?"
"Now!?"
The bald woman was slightly surprised.
"There's no time. My daughter's friend is harder to deal with than I thought."
"But the machine is not fully ready."
The tall woman said softly and respectfully.
"I don't need it to be fully ready. I just need it to achieve my goal," Fatir said coldly and pressed the last piece of metal accessory on the red-haired girl's forehead.
"Can it?"
"Then … yes … yes, it can."
Delfina said.
Fatir felt that she was stuttering and immediately turned to stare at her. He dangerously lifted her chin with his wand, "You also think that I'm wrong?"
His blue eyes were filled with suspicion and suspicion. He held his wand and his body was surrounded by a suffocating magical wave.
"No, no."
Delfina, whose chin was lifted by the wand, was very calm. She looked up and said, "The light in the universe is just an illusion. Everything will eventually be swallowed by darkness and disorder. I think that what you're doing is not wrong. After all, in this world, only the Demon King can defeat the Demon King."
"Only the Demon King can defeat the Demon King …?"
Fatir laughed self-deprecatingly and shook his head. "That's true. But you've been with me for more than a year, and this is the first time I've heard you say something so profound."
"I don't like to talk. I only like to do."
Delfina said calmly under the wand.
After a moment of silence, Fatir sneered and put away his wand. "You've done well. Follow me and send her to the Mystical Affairs Department. I want to end this damned fate."
"I'm not going."
The tall bald woman retracted her hands and crossed them at her waist.
"What?"
Fatir's eyes, which had just been kind, became dangerous again.
"You know, Minister. I don't have the strength to even truss a chicken. I can give you advice and change the documents. " She raised her slender fingers and sighed helplessly. "But, Hoffa Bach, forget it. Even ten thousand of me won't be enough to defeat him."
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After arriving at the Mystical Affairs Department, everything was quiet.
The Shadow Dragon disappeared, and the Gargoyles who bid before did not chase after them.
Instead, there was a black room with twelve black doors. They were all the same. There were no markings and no handles. As long as he moved, the black door would keep spinning. It was almost impossible to determine which door to enter.
This place triggered Hoffa's distant memory. He knew that the future Harry had also encountered this obstacle. At that time, Harry had many companions around him. They could try one by one. But he was alone. If he tried to force his way in, it would not work.
He thought for a moment. He closed his eyes and recalled the feeling he had when he transformed. That strange transformation spell, that transformation spell that could not be described with magic, that feeling of his body merging with the night.
He could feel the power in his body, and the method was engraved in his mind like a bloodline instinct. He knew what the God of Night needed.
Suddenly, he stabbed his hand into his chest and almost pierced his fingers into his heart. Accompanied by intense pain, blood flowed into three rings in his chest. His face quickly turned pale.
The moment he pulled out his hand, his body quickly disintegrated into a group of nightingales and flew in all directions.
The twelve doors of the black room quickly spun, trying to confuse his vision. But hundreds of nightingales flew into the twelve doors.
The feeling at this moment was incomparably wonderful.
The transformation in exchange for blood sacrifice gave him hundreds of pairs of eyes. He could see different scenes in each door.
Inside one of the doors were countless brains that were stored in water tanks. Inside another door were monsters that looked like octopuses that were floating in the dark air. Inside another door were tables and chairs that were sitting on human-shaped sculptures, chatting and playing cards. Inside another door were countless enormous hourglasses. What fell out of the hourglasses was not sand, but tiny people that were either cheering or wailing as they died.
The nightingales flew through these rooms. A large amount of information and images poured into Hoffa's mind. He almost could not process it.
At this time, he saw a tall arched door standing quietly in a black door. It looked very old, shabby, and decayed. But it also had a strange beauty.
There were no walls around the arched door. There was a tattered black curtain or drapery hanging above it. The curtain was gently fluttering, as if someone had just touched it.
He saw the arched door.
All the nightingales had disappeared.
Only the nightingales in front of the arched door stopped. They cried and stuck together, turning back into their human forms.
The room was dimly lit. It was rectangular and sunken in the middle, forming a huge stone pit about twenty feet deep. Around the room were rows of stone benches. He stood on the top row. The benches extended down at a steep angle. There was only a tall stone platform in the middle of the stone pit, and the arched door stood on top of the platform.
Looking at the arched door, Hoffa was lost in thought. Because for a moment. He seemed to see another smiling version of himself coming out of the arched door and waving at him.
"Hey!"
He quivered and took a step forward. The illusion disappeared without a trace.
He quickly retreated a few steps. Looking at the arched door, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
This scene was even more terrifying than the moment when thousands of arrows pierced through his heart. After all, the future Harry's beloved godfather, Sirius, fell behind the arched door, and he saw himself.
What did this mean?
He didn't dare to think about it. He didn't want to think about it.
"Tick tock tick tock …"
"Tick tock tick tock …"
In the room where the arched door stood, there was also the faint ticking of a clock.
Gritting his teeth, he turned his head away. He didn't want to think about anything else. He slowly walked in the direction of the ticking clock.
After a while, he entered another corridor. This corridor was very narrow, but there were many different kinds of clocks in the corridor. Big and small clocks, grandfather clocks, and travel clocks. They were hung on brass pipes as thick as small water pipes. Each clock showed a different time, ticking non-stop.
Here, Hoffa couldn't help but think of Manse.
The place where he drew Chloe's blood also had many ticking clocks, but not so many, and not so densely packed.
He walked and walked.
Crack.
He seemed to have stepped on something and broken it.
Moving his foot away, he saw that under the brass mechanical pipes covered by countless clocks, there was a shattered corpse. The corpse had been dead for who knew how long. It was thin and withered, and its mouth was wide open. It was almost the same as Manse when he died.
However, its body was covered in rust, and at first glance, it seemed to be one with the cold machinery.
Corpse …
The ominous feeling in Huo Fa's heart grew even more intense.
Was what he was worried about going to happen again?
Impossible. That's impossible.
The further he walked, the more corpses he saw. They were like commoners who had been conscripted by a tyrant to build the Great Wall. After they died, they were buried under the Great Wall.
The ticking of the clocks became louder and louder.
In the end, it was almost as spectacular as a symphony.
Finally, after walking out of the corridor, the scene in front of him made his hair stand on end.
The ground was almost a hundred meters deep.
In a space as big as a football field.
It was a huge Celestial Globe. It was like a star, floating in the air. It spun slowly, and every time it spun, countless arcs of electricity would flash in it, emitting an unparalleled power.
Under the illumination of its light, Hoffa could see countless wizards standing below it, holding parchments in their hands, writing and drawing.
And to the left of the wizards, there was a platform the size of a basketball court.
On the platform, there was a huge clock. It was in the shape of a ring. There was only a pointer on it, and two directions, straight and straight.
The scale on the watch was not the time, but countless shining golden stars. Each star represented a number, from 1 to 50, and each represented a year. Under the watch, there was a steel wrench as thick as a thigh, which seemed to be the switch to start it.
Countless complicated alchemy structures connected the scale to the Celestial Globe floating in the middle of the field, combining the two into one.
And on the scale on the platform, there was a large curved sign with the name of the machine engraved in golden English.
Arrow of Time
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