No one knows who made it.

It stands to reason that Kreacher is definitely the clearest person to enter and exit Black’s old home. After Sirius turned this into a position of Order of the Phoenix, Kreacher may not come out to meet people from time to time, but whoever comes to him will be firmly in mind.

Because, he has always been an absolute due diligence house elf.

So after Marx asked Kreacher for a pass, but didn’t get a desired answer, he knew that it was only a matter of thinking about it.

“Deng, here you are working hard today, and the information is not sent directly to Diagon Alley. The people in London are equipped with Kingsley, you don’t have much pressure…”

To be honest, Marx’s inner uneasiness at the moment is obviously no less than anyone. When he saw Mundungus’s expression of expression, he still suppressed the anxiety in his heart and pacified two sentences.

He knows that in the current crisis, many people are undergoing tests. And to finally overcome this difficulty, it is always impossible to rely on himself alone.

After all, this time things are not like the scourge caused by the devour of the mirror, and there are so many people who have witnessed all this and are trapped in it.

“Okay, I have to go… I will wait a little longer, Lupin should come back, then you can be less nervous.”

Marx didn’t stay in Black’s old house.

The Time-Turner stored here was ruined, and he didn’t have the time to go deeper to find out who was ruined, and naturally he wouldn’t waste time.

At least until then, he had to check the rest of Time-Turner first.

The next thing Marx is going to is the Ministry of Magic.

Although he took five in the first place, there is still a lot left in the time room of the Department of Mysteries. At this moment, since he is very close to the Ministry of Magic, it is of course impossible to choose to go further.

……

A moment later, the Ministry of Magic atrium.

Since the previous Scrimgeour has spoken here, there are still some people who have not left. They did not return to their posts, but they did not leave everything to escape from London.

People are always contradictory, especially if they are not sure about their own ideas. And which side of Marx and Herpo can win, the Ministry of Magic will finally be able to reach the end, no one knows.

Adding to the fact that it is not safe outside now, it has caused these timid Ministry of Magic employees to stay here, and it is not a retreat.

And when these widows with some stiff expressions saw that Marx actually appeared from the side of the hall, there were people in the place who stood up from the places where they could sit down.

“Mr. McLorne…”

“Oh, Mr. McLorne, what’s the situation outside?”

“Mr. MrLorne, now the Britain magic circle is up to you, we will definitely support you!”

Seeing these people rushing to get along with them, Marx can only secretly shake his head in his heart – he actually knows that in the event of a disaster, the people who are at a loss are actually occupying the majority.

Don’t look at this group of people who are still shouting to support him, but that is just to say that’s all, because those who are really willing to use action to express their support, it is impossible to stay here.

“Okay, I know… everyone let me go, I have to go to the Department of Mysteries.”

Marx doesn’t even have to use these people to follow him, because he knows very well that these people who are filled with hesitation will obviously not leave here unless there is a clear turnaround in the whole situation.

But before entering the elevator, Marx was still screamed by an eager voice.

“Mr. MrLorne!”

“Scrimgeour Minister,” Marx turned back slightly. “Sorry, I have to go to the Department of Mysteries to borrow something, now I’m in a hurry.”

“Oh, hey! Actually, I don’t want to delay your precious time. I know you must be very busy.” Scrimgeour ran to Marx and frowned. “But I really want to ask a question – of course, You need something to just take it, this is fine, I can make an application for the item call afterwards.”

“Well, that’s alright! Thank you…” Marx nodded, “So, what do you want to ask?”

“I asked a question,” Scrimgeour heard this, and then said, “As far as you personally estimate, the possibility of this crisis in London can be safely spent… How much is left?”

“‘Sure enough to spend……” Marx thought for a moment, and then he shook his head. “If you want to ask, can you go back to the order of the past… I can only say that the possibility is not without, But I can’t give you any guarantees now.”

On the other hand, Scrimgeour, after hearing Marx’s completely unanswered answer, still feels like a heavy new student with a little hope.

“This is enough, this is enough!”

In fact, Scrimgeour had completely cut off the idea of ​​restoring normal order. Because of the current situation in London, it is no longer a disaster on the magic circle side.

According to Scrimgeour’s contact with the Queen of England, the fog in London and the series of battles in the fog have spread throughout the muggle group outside London.

Even if the royal family united with the Prime Minister to control the news as much as possible, plus the wisdom and magic in the eyes of the muggle, the event was unstoppable and began to ferment in the dark.

In such a chaotic situation, Scrimgeour could not imagine that it had the possibility of restoring the original order.

However, now he can still get the answer from the Marx mouth that “the possibility is not without”, which is undoubtedly a hope that he gave birth from despair.

So, what else does he have to ask for?

“Mr. MrLorne, I will go with you – I am there, no one will prevent you from taking anything!”

Time-Turner after all is Ministry of Magic’s research collection, which is certainly better if it can be used and used with just and honorable.

Marx did not reject Scrimgeour’s peers, and he quickly took the elevator with the Ministry of Magic, which had already out of one’s wits, and went down to the lowest level that the elevator could reach.

The pure black rotunda, the tight black circle, and the magic power fluctuations that are faintly perceived through the door – there is no difference between Marx and the last time.

The difference is that this time Marx can use a fan to distinguish which room should be entered.

“Mr. MrLorne, where are you going? I can show you the way.”

“Well, the time hall.”

When Marx said this, Scrimgeour couldn’t help but whisper when it was a glimpse:

“Do you say… what you need to use is Time-Turner?”

This Department of Mysteries is a department that studies the mysterious items, unknown phenomena, and powerful magic power. The time room is a research-style room that is purely used to study the relationship between time and magic. .

In addition to all kinds of clocks with magic, it is obvious that only Time-Turner is left.

“Mr. MrLorne, that-” Scrimgeour looked very hesitant, and immediately after seeing him after paused, he immediately said, “I know that my research on magic is definitely not possible with your opinion on equal terms, but as Ministry of Magic, I still have to be responsible for telling you something.”

“…In terms of the content recorded on the research file, the situation encountered by Time-Turner’s wizard is different, but many of them are also unable to come back. No one knows it. What happens in the future…so, the conditions for applying to call it will be very strict.”

“And most importantly, people who have tried to change the past with Time-Turner have never appeared before!”

In today’s crisis, the existence of Marx is very important to Scrimgeour, and he doesn’t want to find Marx anymore.

So in this case, Scrimgeour had to say, and it was very earnest.

“Yes, I know it’s actually very dangerous,” Marx said first. “So I also suggest that you don’t let other people call it later, and cancel the regular application process… but this Once, I think I have to use it again.”

Having said that, Marx added a little more:

“But there is one point I can tell you – in the past, I actually used the converter once, and I actually changed some things… Oh, you don’t want people to write into the research file, because that It doesn’t make sense.”

Due to the hesitation of Scrimgeour, Marx still found the threshold of the time hall by sensing. After finishing the conversation, I saw that he would not continue to delay, and he would move toward a black wooden door and walked over.

“Already used? That…oh!”

Scrimgeour squatted in the same place, and then followed up and chased it up. But before he could catch up with Marx’s footsteps, he saw that the other party had opened the door of the time hall, and then stopped at the door inexplicably.

“Mr. Mr. McLorne, what happened?”

I don’t have to answer Marx, because he just followed Marx and looked inside, even though he understood why Marx was at the door.

“This… how could this be!”

The two saw that in the corner of the time hall where a large number of clocks were placed, a refined cabinet had already suffered serious damage. Moreover, that is not a general destruction.

I saw that the glass door of the cabinet was constantly changing from complete to broken and then restored. The carved wooden board of the cabinet was also dropped onto the ground again and again, as if the time in that corner had completely separated. This world has become an independent loop.

This scene allowed Marx to feel a sense of deja vu.


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