Chapter 109: Department of Mysteries

    "Good evening, Aurors. The welcome ceremony of the Ministry of Magic is really unique, isn''t it?" Cyrus said with a relaxed face.

    But what he got in response to his greeting was five overlapping spells:

    "Expelliarmus!"

    Five disarming spells struck from different corners in front of Cyrus, and behind him was the closed Ministry of Magic elevator.

    There was no way out for him.

    Of course, there is no need to return!

    He didn''t even raise his hand, but the air surrounding him suddenly twisted, forming a free current, rising like hot air that was constantly expanding and rising, forming a lightning shield, blocking the Disarming spell.

    Silent and wandless casting, no gestures are even needed!

    Then, the current suddenly intensified, like tree trunks and branches and leaves suddenly exploding into a network, and like a group of snakes flying out, biting the skin of the Aurors and paralyzing their bodies!

    The bright daylight just flashed away. When the thunder and lightning subsided, the five Aurors had curled up and fell to the ground, their muscles tense as if they were petrified.

    And the entire hall of the Ministry of Magic has been changed beyond recognition.

    The beautiful golden fountain has been smashed, and now it sprays water around like a broken shower head.

    The head of the centaur stone statue has also disappeared, and the broken bow and arrow hit the goblin stone statue''s hat...

    Cyrus walked past the Aurors who had been knocked down by him, with his hands behind his back.

    He had no intention of killing people, otherwise, these people would have been chopped into ashes by lightning instead of paralyzing them for a while like now.

    As he walked down the long black corridor, Cyrus did not forget to wave his arms slightly to block the entrances to the fireplaces along the way, lest Dumbledore suddenly pop out.

    However, Dumbledore may have returned to Hogwarts at this moment. With the Aurors guarding the Ministry of Magic being knocked down, no one may be able to tip off the news.

    After all, his attack on the Ministry of Magic this time was also a temporary decision. Unless Dumbledore was a prophet, he would not have expected this to happen.

    While sizing up the Ministry of Magic, Cyrus walked to the end of the main hall, where the security checkpoint was.

    Although there are no other staff here now, he still made a registration for himself honestly.

    "It seems we can only try one by one." After Cyrus stepped into this space, the door behind him closed on its own.

    Moreover, the wall with twelve doors was spinning rapidly like a huge turntable. When it stopped, Cyrus could no longer tell which door he came in from.

    He chose the first door. After pushing the door open, there was a tall and cold room filled with tall shelves.

    On the shelves were dusty crystal balls of different sizes.

    A small number of crystal balls also emit mysterious flowing light. But most crystal balls are like dead light bulbs, and the prophecies recorded in them have long been broken.

    "Hall of Prophecy?"

    The Hall of Prophecy held no attraction for Cyrus. On the one hand, he already knew the prophecies of Voldemort and Harry, and there were too many other prophecies here; on the other hand, Voldemort''s attitude towards the prophecies and his ending still gave Cyrus some inspiration.

    Sometimes when you try to break a prophecy, you end up falling into it.

    Leaving the Prophecy Hall, Cyrus placed a mark on the door. Sure enough, the wall rotated again, but with the mark as a reminder, Cyrus could clearly tell which door he had opened.

    Then he opened the second door.

    This is an extremely beautiful room, which is simply incompatible with the dark Department of Mysteries. There are dancing lights everywhere here, like sunlight shining on piles of diamonds. The light refracted by countless gems is very dazzling.

    The surrounding walls are full of rotating clocks. Clocks come in all sizes and shapes, from huge grandfather clocks to tiny pocket watches. The whole house was enveloped in a rapid, never-ending ticking sound, like the sound of thousands of tiny footsteps marching in order.

    This is the Time Room.

    The Time Room gave Cyrus a strong oppression. In fact, he didn''t like to listen to the too rhythmic sound of the clock. It gave him a suffocating feeling of being controlled by time and his heartbeat increased.

    But instead of leaving directly, he walked to the end of the room and came to a bell-shaped crystal glass cover.

    The light of the whole room bursts out from this source, and the cover is filled with sparkling air currents, which are constantly churning and moving at all times.

    Time is abstract, but the movement is eternal.

    Just like the Phoenix bird that keeps reincarnating, starting over and over again, like the rising and falling waves from birth to death.

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