In This Hogwarts Without a Savior

Of course, what is stored in the Time Hall is magic related to time.

This can be regarded as one of the magics that ancient wizards once mastered and could use, but which has been lost in the modern magic world.

For example, the time converter, an alchemical item that was once created around the fifteenth century, has lost its production method in modern times, and the remaining time converters have been damaged for no reason.

This is not a lie that came out from the Ministry of Magic. There is no one left in the Time Hall now. Even if he stays here, it seems that there are a few purebloods on patrol missions. Jon can still play with him at will. Discard those time turners in the booth.

But no matter how he tried to turn the pointer on the converter, nothing happened.

These remaining converters have indeed failed, and no one knows the reason for the failure. Now even the technology to make such alchemical items has been lost, let alone repairing it.

After Jon studied this for a while, he lost much interest in the time turner and instead paid attention to the hourglasses in the room.

Unlike pocket watch timing equipment such as time converters, hourglasses are undoubtedly much older.

Jon doesn't know what the hourglasses stored in the Time Hall are used for. Currently, all the information in the Department of Mysteries is not classified and sorted, and he has no way of checking it out.

But when he first saw the slipping quicksand in these hourglasses, Jon felt that they were similar to the bottle of golden gravel he got from Snape.

He carefully observed these hourglasses for a period of time and found that even if they were flowing continuously, neither the piles of sand hanging down above nor the piles of sand gathering below showed any signs of decreasing or increasing, as if they were flowing forever. It is neither exhausted nor regenerated.

But when Jon stayed seriously in the Time Hall for two days, he also found a small hourglass, and after carefully comparing the sand inside with the gravel in the bottle, he discovered that the two had the same essence. difference.

Although the sand in these hourglasses is very fine, when you zoom in, you can still clearly see the edges and corners of the fine gravels, which are obviously products of nature.

The gravel in the bottle was different. When Jon used a magnifying glass to observe the contents inside, he could clearly find that these fine gravel-like things were not sand at all!

The surface of each small golden particle inside is smooth, with no trace of natural creation at all, and there is no texture like any stone. It is more like artificially polished gold particles than sand.

After thoroughly distinguishing the difference between the two, Jon also lost interest in those hourglasses.

In addition to various clocks and hourglasses in the Time Hall, Jon stared at a hummingbird ornament for a long time.

The hummingbird hatches back and forth from egg to bird, and back from bird to egg. It is like a biological hourglass, but it also embodies two representations of time, forward and backward.

The advancement of time is easy to understand. Every minute and every second that passes now represents the consumption and advancement of time, but going backwards is not a natural phenomenon.

Although this ornament is wonderful, it obviously has nothing to do with what Jon is looking for.

But other than that, there are no other useful discoveries in the Time Hall. The only thing that needs attention is that there is a blocked door on the wall facing the door.

The door is very hidden, and there is no handle on the door. If you don't pay special attention, you won't notice it at all.

It's just that although Jon found it, there was no way to open it. If he couldn't clearly see the hinge of the door through the gap, he might have suspected that this was not actually a door at all. .

After studying this door for a while, and even attracting the attention of some patrolling purebloods, Jon chose to give up on it temporarily.

At this time, he definitely can't cause any damage in the Department of Mysteries. If he doesn't use violent means, he will definitely not be able to figure out the secret of this door for a while, just like the one that no one can open." "Love House".

Moreover, even if it is opened, there is no guarantee that there will be what Jon and the others are looking for inside.

So, Jon and Slughorn met once, and he planned to try it from another angle.

"Do you want to start contacting those people?" The expression on Slughorn's face became serious.

Jon nodded and said.

"The Department of Mysteries is not small, and there are many restricted areas that cannot be opened through conventional methods. If we just search blindly like this, it will be difficult to find what we are really looking for. Since this thing is related to another Voldemort, and Now those who remain in the Department of Mysteries have completely turned to him, and they came here under his orders, so it is most convenient and effective to start with them."

At this point, Jon, who has actually inspected all the halls of the Department of Mysteries, does have a say more than Slughorn.

After thinking for a long time, Slughorn finally agreed.

"Well, I'll look for an opportunity to invite these purebloods who work here to have a banquet at my house, and then accept their invitation to me."

However, he was only halfway through his words when Jon interrupted him.

"It's not you who accepts the invitation, teacher, it's me. I'm more suitable than you. I know what you're worried about. You're afraid that if you agree to join their camp, they will let us carve something like the mark of the dark devil on our bodies. , as proof of Voldemort’s slaves, when the time comes, even if we regret it on the spot, we will still be riding a tiger."

Slughorn said seriously.

"That's why I'm more suitable. I'm already so old. Jon, even if he makes me make a blood oath to never betray, I can agree to it calmly. At worst, I will go to Europe after the matter is over. If I hide somewhere, this kind of restraint can't do anything to me."

"But have you forgotten that I am not afraid of death, teacher?" Jon looked into his eyes, "You still need to find a place to hide when you encounter this situation, I only need to die once. Even if it is Blood oaths should be broken if a person dies and is resurrected, right? And after I die, I will become younger for a while at most, so why do I need you to take risks again? "

What Jon said makes sense. Slughorn's mind has never come around.

For Jon, who can become a phoenix, all contracts are empty. The nirvana of the phoenix is ​​not only a cleansing of the body, but also a cleansing of the soul. No matter what kind of magic it is, it will be washed clean, without any worries. .

Slughorn could only smile helplessly at this.

"Sometimes, your excellence makes it impossible for me to think with conventional ideas."

It’s not Slughorn’s fault. After all, Phoenix Animagus and the like are not common sense in the magical world, and he also wants to protect Jon from taking such risks. A risk that you can block yourself.

After deciding who would contact the purebloods, Slughorn's initial plan remained unchanged.

It was still he who invited the purebloods in the Department of Mysteries to his home for a banquet. At the banquet, Jon began to express his dissatisfaction with the current Voldemort to those purebloods he had become familiar with, and then step by step Come down.

After determining the overall plan, Slughorn did not wait any longer.

In the third week after Jon came to the Department of Mysteries to officially take up his post, Slughorn sent invitations to every mid-level employee of the Department of Mysteries (there is really no way to call these idiots silent people).

Although Slughorn later joined Voldemort, he had always been well-known in the pure-blood circle because of his previous status as the dean of Slytherin College. In addition, he was good at socializing with others. , he looks like a good old man all day long, so when he holds a banquet, everyone will give him face, even though Britain has now fallen into the quagmire of war.

Besides, these purebloods in the Department of Mysteries have long wanted to draw him into their camp, and no one would refuse.

This was a dinner party, held in a manor that Voldemort had given Slughorn to him when he first defected.

Jon came when it was still dark. Slughorn didn't have any house elves to prepare for the banquet, but with his popularity among the purebloods, it was easy to borrow a few elves from several old families to help. .

As evening approached, long tables filled with food were already placed on the lawn of the manor, lit candles began to float in the air, and a mixed-race band played soothing classical music on the stage.

When few people came, Jon casually picked up a few pieces of fried shrimp on the long table to fill his stomach. When the banquet started, he would definitely not be so casual.

As a result, while he was eating secretly, someone suddenly tapped his shoulder from the back. Jon was about to hide the leftover shrimp heads in his pocket seriously and then turned around.

Slughorn's voice rang out.

"Have you read the Daily Prophet lately?"

Jon suddenly didn't care anymore. He took the shrimp head out of his pocket again and threw it on the lawn in disgust, and then answered Slughorn's question in a low voice.

"No, I haven't ordered the newspaper yet. Before, I ordered it from other people in the department."

"Albus and the others were hindered in their advance. Crouch personally led a team to ambush a group of people who were preparing to attack the Carrow Manor and achieved some results. The Daily Prophet has been reporting on this matter in the past two days. They We are already beginning to say that this is the turning point of our downfall.”

Jon's face calmed down.

"Which one of us is in trouble?"

"Two French companions died, and one of Lupine's eyes was blown out. Fortunately, there is still a way to cure it."

After hearing what Slughorn said, Jon did not rejoice that no one in the Order of the Phoenix died. It was not the Order of the Phoenix that was fighting in the UK now, but the Witch Flat Line as a whole.

There is no such thing as a British wizard or a French wizard. We are all comrades who have been fighting for the same goal.

Jon narrowed his eyes and watched more and more purebloods apparating over to the lawn, and he said softly.

"Then we have to speed up our actions here."

Slughorn did not reply to his words. He put a smile on his face again and walked towards the purebloods who had just arrived, followed by a hearty chat with laughter.

At this time, Jon also saw a few people who were familiar with him in the Department of Mysteries, holding a glass of wine in their hands, and he walked over.

"Hi, Bartero, Hunter, Eina, how are you doing at home these days?"

This is a combination of two men and one woman. They are all new pure-blood families and do not have the surnames of the old sacred twenty-eight families.

They looked at Jon coming over and said hello. The witch named Aina with burgundy curly hair complained.

"Just like that, the family's liquor business has been greatly affected. Now our transportation channels are cut off. Unless we wait until the war is over, there is no way to maintain it."

Jon smiled, and he and Eina clinked a drink.

"Isn't it said that Mr. Crouch has achieved a major victory?"

Hearing his words, Hunter let out a disdainful sneer.

"That's just what the Daily Prophet used to fool ordinary people. Do you really believe that just killing two enemies is a major victory? I think this is more like Crouch made so many preparations, but gained nothing. It's just a trivial Guizhou donkey with limited skills."

Bartero looked at Jon and said teasingly.

"Why are you so concerned about the situation? No matter how the magical world changes, will your Ollivander family be afraid of losing their wand business? That is unless all wizards in the world are dead."

Jon pretended to smile bitterly.

"Business is business. As long as the war continues, our safety cannot be guaranteed, right? Who knows if one day the situation will be so urgent that we will go to the battlefield."

Eina curled her lips.

"With the current situation of the Ministry of Magic, this may not be impossible."

Jon said sadly.

"It seems that everything has changed since the beginning of this year. Why are our lives suddenly so difficult?"

His words made Hunter, who had the sharpest mind among the three, light up, and he asked tentatively.

"Well, Spike, have you ever wondered why that is?"

Bartero and Aina both realized what had happened, and their attitudes suddenly became eager.

"Yes, there must be a reason why things have evolved to this situation today. We haven't done anything. Everyone has been following orders. So who caused the situation to deteriorate step by step?"

When Jon heard what they said, he was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly became nervous and frightened.

"Are you blaming that gentleman?"