Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

The regular offices of the Department of Mysteries are behind a single black door.

In addition, in the Time Hall, the cubicle where the Death Eaters held Mrs. Selwyn hostage last time is also an independent office.

Now this office is assigned to Sherlock.

Mrs. Selwyn is right. The Department of Mysteries has very few staff and has little contact with other departments. Even the Minister of Magic generally has no interaction with it. It is the one with the lowest sense of presence in the entire Ministry of Magic and is also the most mysterious. department.

In terms of offices alone, Sherlock's single-person office is very large, and it is divided into various areas. Plus, the Ministry of Magic provides three meals a day, so there is no problem at all even if he lives in this place all the time.

After simply packing up his things, Sherlock looked at the clocks placed in the time hall outside the office.

The entire Department of Mysteries is very large, and there are many places that even insiders cannot enter.

Mrs. Selwyn did not specifically remind him which rooms he could not enter. She only said that the doors of confidential rooms were sealed by special magic. Any room that could not be opened at will was inaccessible.

And in this time hall, there are many doors leading to other rooms.

Sherlock stared at the most conspicuous 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.

In a corner of the Time Hall, there are many golden pocket watches sealed in a glass cabinet.

These are the highest level of time research in the wizarding world - time turners.

These existing time turners are actually alchemy tools passed down from ancient times. Their production methods have long been lost, and some of the important components have no materials.

Fortunately, these converters are not consumable and can be reused.

But the time converter seems to be incredibly effective, but in fact its function is quite useless.

The time can only be set back up to five hours. Turning the upper pointer back one turn can turn back one hour, and no matter who it is, it can only turn back five turns at most.

Moreover, wizards have conducted many experiments in the past.

Even if we can go back five hours, the history of these five hours will not change because of the appearance of the time traveler.

However, this argument was later questioned by a time scholar from the Department of Mysteries.

The conclusion that history will not change was drawn by those who went back in time and did not change history. But those time travelers who really changed history, would they still appear at the original correct time?

In other words, they have successfully changed history. In what form will the changed history be conveyed to this point in time before time travel, and will it subtly change the understanding of all those who know the history?

Or will there be a chain reaction and another world with completely different results emerge?

If another world appears, can the people and things that are saved still be considered the same people and things as before?

Either way, if it happened and history did change, who would know?

So although history cannot be changed is still the main tone among wizards who study the time realm, there are also many other different voices.

Sherlock didn't delve too much into the idea of ​​going back to the past. The time turner made by the time fairy that brought him back to this time was much more advanced than the ones in the Time Hall.

To this day, Sherlock still spends time every day to use advanced anti-spells on it to suppress its self-repair.

In addition to these, there are other things in the Time Hall that have unknown functions but are very interesting.

The cabinet to the left of the time converter is filled with all kinds of hourglasses. Sand is constantly flowing down from the top of those hourglasses, but there is no decrease in the sand above and an increase in the sand below.

It seems that the sand is like time that is passing by and will never be used up or filled up.

In the center of these hourglasses, there is a huge hourglass with the most original shape.

In addition to being big, the "sand" inside this hourglass is also different from others.

In the upper half, some silver-white particles are flowing down. After passing through the narrow opening in the middle, the silver particles turn into gold, and the gorgeous light filaments change in the glass hourglass, which makes people stop. I couldn't help but stare at it in a daze.

The time studied in the Time Hall is all time that has passed. What Sherlock needs is to revise the timeline. He found nothing of value here.

Although he couldn't understand the function of most of them.

After walking around the Time Hall, Sherlock began to try to open the doors leading to other rooms in the hall.

There are a total of six doors here. Except for the black door for entry and exit and the door of the office partition, there are four doors leading to unknown rooms.

Sherlock tried to push one of the doors, but failed, and then tried the other three doors.

There are two final doors that can be opened.

One of them should be a storage room, which is filled with various worn-out hourglasses and clocks. These things seem to have lost their magic and are thrown into this room.

Behind another door that can be opened is a room with a completely different style from the Time Hall.

The room is huge and cold, as high as a church, and is filled with towering shelves filled with gray glass balls.

There are small yellow labels on the shelves under each glass ball. Some of the balls emit mysterious flowing light, while others are vague and dark, like extinguished light bulbs. More candlesticks are embedded in the shelves at intervals, and the flames are blue like the black hall.

Sherlock shuttled between the shelves, while looking at the words on the labels under the glass balls.

[1432, Edward Charles]

[1943, Caron Felice]

[1123, unknown]

[Unknown, unknown]

Some of the small glass balls emit a faint halo from the inside, while other small parts are cold and dim.

After staring at the glass balls for a while, Sherlock knew where this room was.

Hall of Prophecy.

These glass balls placed on the shelves store all the prophecies collected by the Ministry of Magic from ancient times to the present.

Some of the glass balls have lost their function, but most of them can still clearly see the prophecies inside.

It makes sense that the Hall of Prophecy belongs to a part of the Hall of Time.

The main hall outside represents the time that has passed, while the Hall of Prophecy represents the time seen by wizards in the future.

Compared with the outside, Sherlock is more looking forward to the things and information in this Hall of Prophecy.

He walked around here and looked around for a whole day, and finally got off work and left the Ministry of Magic when it was almost dark.

Before he determined the main direction, Mrs. Selwyn had not arranged a job for him, so Sherlock was very idle on the first day he entered the Ministry of Magic.

However, such idle time must not last too long. At most three days, even if he has not made a choice, Mrs. Selwyn will arrange a job for him.

After all, he is paid by the Ministry of Magic, so he can't eat for free in it.

Eddie also came to the Leaky Cauldron during dinner. His face was a little solemn. He was in Sherlock's room, eating while talking.

"The people behind Algy are starting to make a move. Someone from the Ministry of Magic found me today and wanted to test my words and try to bribe me. Don't say any evidence that is unfavorable to Algy in the subsequent trial."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows.

"Why didn't they come to me? I am the most important witness, right? After all, I caught him."

"They should know that whether it is you or Mrs. Selwyn, you two crucial witnesses cannot be bribed, so it's not a waste of effort."

Sherlock showed a regretful expression. He was still looking forward to someone bribing him with money.

Eddie poured Amy a glass of juice.

"These people are very cautious. They don't expect to completely exonerate Algy. They just want to come in to reduce his punishment and finally shorten his sentence to less than three years."

"If he is really only imprisoned for three years, then the Ministry of Magic is completely hopeless."

"Alas." Eddie sighed and stopped talking.

That was all Sherlock had to say.

Even if Algie was finally acquitted, he wouldn't feel anything.

These were all internal matters of the Ministry of Magic. Eddie told him this because he thought he would really stay in the Ministry of Magic in the future.

But Sherlock knew best that his purpose in entering the Ministry of Magic had nothing to do with these power struggles.

"I'll take Amy with me tomorrow. If you want to visit her, you can also come directly to the ninth floor. My current office is in the Time Hall."

Amy, who was cutting sausages with a knife and fork, looked up at Sherlock.

"Is there anything interesting in there?"

Sherlock touched her head and picked up the paper airplane she had folded a few days ago from the table.

"There are many, many such paper airplanes there, and they can all fly in the air as you think."

Amy's eyes suddenly became brighter, and she swung her calves, looking very excited.

......

Carlisle, the northernmost city of England.

In the suburbs, in the living room of a manor located in the wild, invisible to anyone, a young man was crawling on the ground.

It seemed that no light could reach this place. The dim light made people feel no warmth at all, only endless coldness, spreading throughout this space.

Countless black-robed people with hideous iron masks stood around.

And those who were not wearing masks, Bellatrix Lestrange, Igor Karkaroff, Thorfinn Rowle, Rabastan Lestrange...

These villains who had appeared countless times in the Daily Prophet and had a sky-high reward on the Ministry of Magic's bounty order were respectfully lowering their rebellious heads, not daring to look at the man sitting on the single sofa chair.

The man in a black robe gently tapped the armrest of the sofa with his pale and slender fingers.

"Are Algy and the others arrested?"

The man's voice was neither hoarse nor low, but sounded gentle and delicate.

But no one in the room took his gentleness seriously. Everyone suppressed their breathing and dared not make any sound to interfere with the man's words.

The young man knelt on the ground, his whole body lying on the ground, his forehead humbly touching the man's toes, his voice full of enthusiasm and respect that he did not usually have.

"Jageson and the other four were directly imprisoned in Azkaban, and Algy will be tried tomorrow. The families behind him have begun to operate within the Ministry of Magic and want to sever ties with us!"

"Their behavior is betrayal!" Bella screamed.

Among all the people, only she dared to interrupt directly.

"It's more useful to be alive than to be dead." The man said softly, "He didn't expose our companions. I can accept this level of loyalty. But incompetence is the greatest sin."

His tone was not cold, but these words made everyone present feel cold!

At this moment, Algy's fate was already doomed, and no one could change it!

The young man who knelt on the ground and regarded the man as his real father said excitedly.

"Let me go! Master! Let me deal with that jerk!" The man stroked his hair gently and said gently. "You are much more important than him, so you can't take such a risk. You have other more important tasks." The young man trembled and kissed the man's shoe. "As you command, my master!" "That room exists, and only the director of the Department of Mysteries knows about it, but they usually don't put such critical information on the surface." "I will let her drink the truth serum! Let her tell everything she knows!" The young man promised. The man smiled and shook his head. "No, no, no, the human brain is the most prominent place. She won't be so stupid as to put those things in her head." The young man raised his head blankly. He didn't understand what the man said. The man gently stroked the shaft of his wand. There was a smile on his face, but his eyes were full of indifference and viciousness. "Go find her hidden memory. The brain is an unsafe place. Only by extracting the memory inside can we hide it in a more secret place!"

"Go find it, find that memory, open that room! Bring me back the thing inside!"

The countless wizards with and without masks all prostrated themselves on the ground.

They swore loudly and fanatically.

"I am willing to give everything for you! Great Dark Lord!"