Chapter 544 The Hall of Prophecy
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
Department of Mysteries.
This independent department located on the ninth floor is the most mysterious area of the Ministry of Magic and even the wizarding world.
Wizards working in this department are generally called silent people. As for the projects they work on, they are somewhat similar to Muggle scientific research.
It’s just that they are studying the most mysterious magic!
Propositions such as time, space, brain, death, etc., just like Muggles, there have always been professional silent people silently studying these extremely profound things.
But the research results can only be said to be thought-provoking...
Following Cynthia's guidance, Tver walked in the dark corridors of the Department of Mysteries, looking with interest at the various furnishings that revealed mystery but seemed to be pretentious.
Especially, after they entered a spacious rotunda.
The rotunda is pitch black from top to bottom, and the black wall is inlaid with eleven similarly pitch black doors.
"Boom."
The door behind him was automatically closed, cutting off the small amount of light in the corridor. Only the candles on the wall of the rotunda emitted a faint blue light.
At the same time, the dark wall of the rotunda suddenly rotated rapidly. The flame of the candle did not go out during such rotation, but instead dragged out the afterimages of the flame.
"This is to make people confused about which door they came in from..." Cynthia introduced calmly.
As the rotation gradually stopped, twelve identical black doors appeared in front of Tver, together with the door through which they entered.
"The doors are only slightly different, and only the most experienced of the Silent can recognize them."
Cynthia's voice echoed in the rotunda again, sounding disdainful of such a setting.
"Of course, although the magic fluctuations of the gate are not obvious, they are also providing us with guidance."
She gestured and led Tver towards the destination of her trip——
"This is the Prophecy Hall you are looking for, and next door is the Death Hall..."
"What's wrong?"
Tver withdrew his attention from the door of the Death Hall.
As Cynthia said, the gates are filled with their own magic fluctuations, and the one in the Death Hall is naturally the breath of death...
"Nothing, let's go in."
Cynthia frowned, seeing that Tver had no interest in continuing the conversation, she had no choice but to suppress her inner doubts.
From this meeting, she felt that something was wrong with Tver!
In the past, even if the shadow of the curse was shrouded, even if the study of many black magic brought serious negative emotions, Tver could always adjust quickly.
At least, it can be seen that he is trying hard to adjust and showing a calm attitude.
But it was different now. She actually felt a self-destructive gloom from Tver!
Although it is not obvious, for Cynthia, who has seen Tver at his lowest period, this change has made her sensitive and uneasy.
Shaking her head slightly, Cynthia pushed open the door in front of her as if to vent her anger.
"If you want to reach the Hall of Prophecy, you must first pass through the Hall of Time, and these..." she pointed to the various large and small clocks displayed in front of them, "are the currently known time turners in Britain."
The whole room was filled with a constant ticking sound, a wonderful harmony.
At the end of the room, a tall bell-shaped crystal jar emitted sparkling light, which was incompatible with the dark room.
But Tver noticed sharply that there was a small egg in the crystal cover.
He moved forward curiously and finally saw clearly what was inside the crystal cover.
A smaller hummingbird hatched from the egg, and then flapped its wings vigorously. Its feathers instantly became dirty after encountering the shiny air current at the top of the cover.
Finally, it is carried back to the bottom of the cover by the air flow, and is wrapped in the eggshell again.
"The hummingbird trying to fly upward is so cute, don't you think so, Tver?" Cynthia said with a bright smile.
Tver pointed to the hummingbird that hatched again and began to repeat his mission in a cycle.
"But for this hummingbird, no matter how hard you try, you can't change its destined fate."
"...Let's go to the Prophecy Hall now!"
Cynthia crossed Tver angrily and strode towards the only door behind the crystal shield.
Tver chuckled lightly and quickly followed.
After opening the door, darkness once again enveloped Cynthia and Tver who entered here.
In order to accommodate the tall shelves inside, the height of this room is also significantly higher than that of the rotunda.
However, unlike the crystal cover in the Time Hall, this room relies on many dusty glass balls on the shelf to maintain a certain brightness.
"This is the prophecy ball, which contains all the prophecies currently known, but only the people involved in the prophecies can pick it up."
Cynthia guided Tver inside and said curiously: "I have checked all the prophecy balls. Except for your ancestors, there is indeed no prophecy involving you."
In fact, as early as when she first entered the Ministry of Magic, Cynthia spent some time checking the prophecy balls here. Except for the Voldemort they were going to deal with, she did not find any prophecies related to them.
After all, although there are many prophecy balls here, most of them are prophecies from the past that have faded. In addition, the number of prophets is becoming increasingly rare, so naturally there are not many predictions made.
Tver was a little helpless, but nodded in understanding.
He actually wanted to find out if there was any prophecy about himself, or even find out the prophecy that the God of Death was inexplicably targeting him!
Unfortunately, either the prophecy was originally predicted by Death, or the prophecy was destroyed as soon as Death noticed it.
All in all, after who knows how many years, Tver's possibility of finding this prophecy is almost gone.
"Then take me to Harry's prophecy ball." Tver was a little uninterested, but he didn't want to come to this trip in vain.
After all, Harry's prophecy was somewhat similar to his own situation, so it would be a good idea to see if he could find any breakthrough.
Cynthia didn't speak, and led Tver to a corner with some confusion.
There, a dusty, dusty glass ball appeared in front of them, and what made Tver even more concerned was that there was a label inserted on the shelf under the glass ball——
spttoa.pwbd
The Dark Lord and (?) Harry Potter.
The previous abbreviation means that this is a prophecy made by Sybill Patricia Trelawney for Albus Dumbledore, but the protagonists in the prophecy are the Dark Lord Voldemort and Harry.
It can also be said to be a mini version of Death and Tver...
Looking at Tver who was suddenly silent, Cynthia took a deep breath.
"Is there anything special about this prophecy?" she asked softly.
But Tver did not answer her, but squinted his eyes, as if trying to cover up the various thoughts surging in his heart.
"Do you think prophecies are always unbreakable? For example, will Voldemort really be defeated by Harry?"
"Or……"
His voice became softer, which made Cynthia more and more uneasy.
"Maybe Voldemort can succeed just once?"
This independent department located on the ninth floor is the most mysterious area of the Ministry of Magic and even the wizarding world.
Wizards working in this department are generally called silent people. As for the projects they work on, they are somewhat similar to Muggle scientific research.
It’s just that they are studying the most mysterious magic!
Propositions such as time, space, brain, death, etc., just like Muggles, there have always been professional silent people silently studying these extremely profound things.
But the research results can only be said to be thought-provoking...
Following Cynthia's guidance, Tver walked in the dark corridors of the Department of Mysteries, looking with interest at the various furnishings that revealed mystery but seemed to be pretentious.
Especially, after they entered a spacious rotunda.
The rotunda is pitch black from top to bottom, and the black wall is inlaid with eleven similarly pitch black doors.
"Boom."
The door behind him was automatically closed, cutting off the small amount of light in the corridor. Only the candles on the wall of the rotunda emitted a faint blue light.
At the same time, the dark wall of the rotunda suddenly rotated rapidly. The flame of the candle did not go out during such rotation, but instead dragged out the afterimages of the flame.
"This is to make people confused about which door they came in from..." Cynthia introduced calmly.
As the rotation gradually stopped, twelve identical black doors appeared in front of Tver, together with the door through which they entered.
"The doors are only slightly different, and only the most experienced of the Silent can recognize them."
Cynthia's voice echoed in the rotunda again, sounding disdainful of such a setting.
"Of course, although the magic fluctuations of the gate are not obvious, they are also providing us with guidance."
She gestured and led Tver towards the destination of her trip——
"This is the Prophecy Hall you are looking for, and next door is the Death Hall..."
"What's wrong?"
Tver withdrew his attention from the door of the Death Hall.
As Cynthia said, the gates are filled with their own magic fluctuations, and the one in the Death Hall is naturally the breath of death...
"Nothing, let's go in."
Cynthia frowned, seeing that Tver had no interest in continuing the conversation, she had no choice but to suppress her inner doubts.
From this meeting, she felt that something was wrong with Tver!
In the past, even if the shadow of the curse was shrouded, even if the study of many black magic brought serious negative emotions, Tver could always adjust quickly.
At least, it can be seen that he is trying hard to adjust and showing a calm attitude.
But it was different now. She actually felt a self-destructive gloom from Tver!
Although it is not obvious, for Cynthia, who has seen Tver at his lowest period, this change has made her sensitive and uneasy.
Shaking her head slightly, Cynthia pushed open the door in front of her as if to vent her anger.
"If you want to reach the Hall of Prophecy, you must first pass through the Hall of Time, and these..." she pointed to the various large and small clocks displayed in front of them, "are the currently known time turners in Britain."
The whole room was filled with a constant ticking sound, a wonderful harmony.
At the end of the room, a tall bell-shaped crystal jar emitted sparkling light, which was incompatible with the dark room.
But Tver noticed sharply that there was a small egg in the crystal cover.
He moved forward curiously and finally saw clearly what was inside the crystal cover.
A smaller hummingbird hatched from the egg, and then flapped its wings vigorously. Its feathers instantly became dirty after encountering the shiny air current at the top of the cover.
Finally, it is carried back to the bottom of the cover by the air flow, and is wrapped in the eggshell again.
"The hummingbird trying to fly upward is so cute, don't you think so, Tver?" Cynthia said with a bright smile.
Tver pointed to the hummingbird that hatched again and began to repeat his mission in a cycle.
"But for this hummingbird, no matter how hard you try, you can't change its destined fate."
"...Let's go to the Prophecy Hall now!"
Cynthia crossed Tver angrily and strode towards the only door behind the crystal shield.
Tver chuckled lightly and quickly followed.
After opening the door, darkness once again enveloped Cynthia and Tver who entered here.
In order to accommodate the tall shelves inside, the height of this room is also significantly higher than that of the rotunda.
However, unlike the crystal cover in the Time Hall, this room relies on many dusty glass balls on the shelf to maintain a certain brightness.
"This is the prophecy ball, which contains all the prophecies currently known, but only the people involved in the prophecies can pick it up."
Cynthia guided Tver inside and said curiously: "I have checked all the prophecy balls. Except for your ancestors, there is indeed no prophecy involving you."
In fact, as early as when she first entered the Ministry of Magic, Cynthia spent some time checking the prophecy balls here. Except for the Voldemort they were going to deal with, she did not find any prophecies related to them.
After all, although there are many prophecy balls here, most of them are prophecies from the past that have faded. In addition, the number of prophets is becoming increasingly rare, so naturally there are not many predictions made.
Tver was a little helpless, but nodded in understanding.
He actually wanted to find out if there was any prophecy about himself, or even find out the prophecy that the God of Death was inexplicably targeting him!
Unfortunately, either the prophecy was originally predicted by Death, or the prophecy was destroyed as soon as Death noticed it.
All in all, after who knows how many years, Tver's possibility of finding this prophecy is almost gone.
"Then take me to Harry's prophecy ball." Tver was a little uninterested, but he didn't want to come to this trip in vain.
After all, Harry's prophecy was somewhat similar to his own situation, so it would be a good idea to see if he could find any breakthrough.
Cynthia didn't speak, and led Tver to a corner with some confusion.
There, a dusty, dusty glass ball appeared in front of them, and what made Tver even more concerned was that there was a label inserted on the shelf under the glass ball——
spttoa.pwbd
The Dark Lord and (?) Harry Potter.
The previous abbreviation means that this is a prophecy made by Sybill Patricia Trelawney for Albus Dumbledore, but the protagonists in the prophecy are the Dark Lord Voldemort and Harry.
It can also be said to be a mini version of Death and Tver...
Looking at Tver who was suddenly silent, Cynthia took a deep breath.
"Is there anything special about this prophecy?" she asked softly.
But Tver did not answer her, but squinted his eyes, as if trying to cover up the various thoughts surging in his heart.
"Do you think prophecies are always unbreakable? For example, will Voldemort really be defeated by Harry?"
"Or……"
His voice became softer, which made Cynthia more and more uneasy.
"Maybe Voldemort can succeed just once?"
