Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Maca, there is news from Arthur, and Harry successfully completed the task."

When Harry was sitting on the interrogation chair in the tenth courtroom facing heavy pressure, Sirius happily conveyed the good news to Maca's ears.

"Harry is really fine." Maca smiled. "He has always been a Gryffindor lion, and he has never lacked courage."

"Of course, James--"

"Don't mention his father," Maca waved his hand to Sirius, "Harry is Harry, not someone's heir. When facing evil, he just needs to be himself."

Having said that, Maca stood up from behind the desk and stretched greatly.

"Okay, then I should act too..." He lowered his arms and his eyes were piercing, "Sirius, first let the members of the Order of the Phoenix be prepared. During my absence, you must Step up vigilance!"

Maca thought for a while, and then reminded: "If you are in trouble, don't take the sisters Leni and Lena as a burden...In terms of combat effectiveness, they are no worse than anyone."

"Oh?" Sirius glanced at Maca in surprise, but didn't ask much.

Nodding towards Sirius, Maca turned and walked to the small bedroom next to it...

At the same time, the Ministry of Magic, the Department of Mysteries.

Behind the black door into which Bodder walked in, was a wide round room.

Everything here, including the floor and ceiling, is uniformly black. Twelve identical black doors are neatly inlaid on the curved black walls.

Some candles with faint blue flames swayed on the wall, and the cold and shimmering flames reflected on the smooth marble floor, making the ground like a pool of ink.

And just in the gap between the ceiling of this room and the arc-shaped black wall, a black dot that almost blends with the surroundings does not move. Only a faint blue light flashes occasionally to prove that something is there.

Suddenly, the blue light that only flickered for a long time suddenly lit up.Although the light is still not very eye-catching, if you look carefully, you will find that the gloom is actually lit up behind the black spot.

At this moment, the black spot moved!

The silent movement, the fragmented and rapid pace, the eight constantly swinging slender feet... and the eight pairs of gray-green eyes that opened suddenly.

That is a shrunken eight-eyed giant spider!

When it climbed silently to the ground, following the blue gloomy light flashing suddenly, several tiny delicate runes flashed quickly under its belly, and the space suddenly twisted.

The next moment, a figure in a fine wizard robe suddenly appeared above it, and then spread his legs and stood on the black floor in a very unsightly gesture, holding a strip of orange in his hand that was particularly eye-catching.* .

"Little Qi, I told you when I was practicing. You can stand anywhere, don't stand on the ground!" The figure immediately squatted down and let the little eight-eyed giant spider crawl into his palm, "I'm not afraid of me. Step on you?"

After all, he directly stuffed the little spider into his sleeve, and put the "cloth" in his hand back into his pocket, then he straightened his waist and looked around the room.

"Sure enough, those guys will still send Harry to the courtroom in the dungeon, but Harry really deserves encouragement. The task is simple, but it's not easy."

This is of course Maca. He drew a rune for marking on Xiao Qi's belly, which is enough to use the door key to sneak into the places where there is no confinement space.

He looked at the twelve black doors around him. There were no door handles on them, and no nameplates to indicate the function of each room, as if anything that could distinguish them did not exist.

Maca thought for a while, walked to a door altogether, and closed his eyes slightly.

Immediately afterwards, he stroked the door leaf with one hand and concentrated on feeling the subtle magical fluctuations behind the door.

After a short while,

"...The net is some inexplicable power," Maca suddenly opened his eyes, and gently pushed the first door he touched, "especially inside...what is this?"

Sure enough, the door couldn't be pushed at all, it seemed to be locked by some kind of powerful magic.

Maca pondered it, and finally shook his head.

"Let’s talk about it later, first go and take what should be..."

He took out a bottle of Xianyin Potion from his waist. After he raised his head to drink it, he walked straight to a certain black door on the other side.

The door was not locked, and Maca easily pushed it open.

When those bright lights pulsating like diamonds filled his vision, an obscure wave of magical power wrapped his whole person carefully.

The twelve black doors have the effect of blocking the breath, but the effect is not perfect. Just now, Maca felt this familiar fluctuation behind this door.

In the rule rune chart attached to the back of the book of sin, the rune that represents time is this feeling-although he still can't understand the mystery so far.

In this room, countless watch dials are shining with a faint but deep brilliance.

Various kinds of clocks and watches of different sizes are staggered, including large floor-standing desk clocks, wall-mounted household wall clocks, and even rows of hourglass timers neatly placed in glass-door cabinets. A golden chain that looks like a necklace.

Some of them hang in the middle of some staggered brackets, some stand on a long dining table, and of course, some of them are placed directly on the floor because they are too big.

It is the large number of clocks and watches with inconsistent models and styles that make the rapid and seemingly non-stop ticking sounds continue to reverberate. They are uniform but distinct, just like the footsteps of a marching guard of honor.

And the light that sparkled like a diamond at first came from the crystal dial of the towering bell-shaped crystal cover in the deepest part of the room.

Standing in this peculiar room, Maca sincerely sighed the depth of magical mystery, it was incredible.

"Material promotes appearance, spiritual deduction rules."

He remembered the original answer to the Bronze Kitty Hawk. At that time, he was just dealing with it, but now that he thinks about it, the meaning is extremely profound.

Except for the bell-shaped crystal cover, the other clocks are just ordinary magic clocks. The magic principle is just to calculate the interval of every second according to the knowledge of the rising and falling of the moon and the shifting of the stars, which is almost the same as the clocks in the Muggle world.

But it is these ordinary clocks, when they are gathered together, they can make him feel the spiritual interpretation of the rules.

But Maca didn't expect him to get anything out of it, because to feel the subtle rules here, it would be better to think about the rule rune chart to make it clearer!

Sighing slightly, Maca decisively raised his leg and walked towards the bell-shaped crystal cover.

This is the time hall of the Department of Mysteries, and the room connected to the time hall must be the prophecy hall.

Walking along the narrow gap between the long dining tables, Maca casually looked at the crystal cover, and there seemed to be a churning chain of light in it.

In the middle of those chains of light, there is a jewel-like egg floating.

It rose quietly as the light chain circulated, and then it split silently, and a hummingbird flew up in the egg and went straight to the top of the glass cover.

But as the light chain circulates and falls, the bird turns into a feather that wilts, ages, and falls, until it reaches the bottom, it becomes a gem-like bird egg again.

"Hummingbird?" Maca tilted his head, a little dazed.

His Animagus form is like a hummingbird, but what is the connection between time and hummingbirds... To be honest, he has never had this association.

Scratching his scalp inexplicably, he silently remembered this unexpected information, and planned to write it down when he returned for future consideration.

Afterwards, Maca bypassed the glass cover with traces of rules and looked at the only door behind it.

Pushing the door lightly, it opened without making a sound.

Behind this door is a room as tall as a church. It is full of neat rows of black wooden frames. The wooden frames are covered with dusty turbid glass balls. There is nothing else. .

It's just that there is a group of candlesticks that are inlaid on the edge of the wooden frame at a certain distance, and the dim candlelight spreads out, but it doesn't make the place look bright.

Like the original round room with twelve doors, the flames of these candles were all blue.Those small glass balls with turbid clouds faintly flowing inside, small ones emitting extremely faint gray light.

This room was obviously colder than the time hall outside.

"Prophecy Ball...?"

Maca just knew that Voldemort would care about prophecies, because that product's repeated failures would definitely have psychological support for those mysterious and mysterious things.

It's like, when someone predicts that you will be killed by someone, will you really be indifferent?Especially in this magical world where the blood is really flowing!

At least Maca will care very much, even if he is really difficult to understand such things as prophecies, it does not prevent him from paying attention to things that are good or bad for him.

Speaking of it, he has actually experienced a prediction that could not be more "straightforward".

After taking a deep breath, Maca pulled out his wand and stretched it straight forward.

He did know that Voldemort would want to know the prediction made by Professor Trelawney more than ten years ago, but Maca had no way of knowing where the prediction ball was.