Fantasy World Transmigration

Chen Ang stood at the door of the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic. He walked down the elevator and opened the door. Behind the door was a huge circular hall with a high dome. The damage caused by the battle not long ago still remained here. , the surrounding light was stagnant, showing a grayish white withered color, and the damage and ruins caused by the battle were like a projection in the long river of time, and like old yellowed photos that recorded that moment.

Some Aurors who had no time to retreat were forgotten here. Some of them opened their mouths and wanted to shout, some had hideous faces, and some froze with expressions of fear before dying—but they did not die, but were captured by time. Forgot here.

This is the 'Well of Eternity', a transfer station leading to the dark plane that has no concept of time and space.

If Chen Ang is willing, he can let the time flow here. This place is located in the gap between the real world and the dark planes such as the spirit world. It has very strange physical properties. The part of the Ministry of Magic that is swallowed up here is just a small part of it. corner space.

Chen Ang floated gently in the void in front of him, and the damage caused by the surrounding battles returned to their original state like time and space going backwards.

When the dust settled, everything around them returned to their original appearance - doors, ceilings, tiles on the floor, everything was black, in the gray and white tone of the whole space, it looked extraordinarily lonely, some handles Doors were installed at intervals around the wall, and the wall was dotted with candlesticks emitting pale light.

From the beginning to the end, the surroundings remained absolutely quiet, as if the concept of 'sound' did not exist in the whole world.

Chen Ang stepped into a room, which was a rectangular room, and it was empty inside. The golden chain chandelier hanging from the roof gave off a pale light, making the place even more empty. Only in the very middle of the house, there was a dark green Huge glass vats of liquid, bits of pearly white brain marrow and brain tissue swimming in it.

"The brain hall... hides the research on the brain in the magic world." Chen Ang looked at these strange brains that had been activated by magic. Bo let Chen Ang know that the Ministry of Magic had adopted some method to keep these brains still thinking.

"Brain in a vat!" Chen Ang whispered: "Interesting... a little bit, the smell of the mind flayer's brain pool."

The scene in front of him reminded Chen Ang of the brains that diners love in Sichuan hot pot. The white brains floated in the bright red pot, showing the unique food taste of the foodie empire. The wicked art that everyone marvels at.

Chen Ang has always wanted to try it. He put chili, pepper, onion, ginger, and garlic in the brain pool of the mind flayer, and made a pot of Sichuan red pot with a strong fragrance. He ate the master brain and the little mind flayer. What a pity In the time in the Faerun world, that Chen Ang was not quite able to let go of himself, enjoy the present, and missed many delicacies in the Faerun continent.

The blood of Cantonese is ready to move in Chen Ang's body.

Chen Ang took a step forward and left the brain hall that hides many evil little secrets of the Ministry of Magic. In the next room, all kinds of clocks filled the entire space. There are long and short ticks, but in this world, all clocks have stopped moving forward, as the folds of space under the dimensions, no one in this world understands time better than Chen Ang.

He looked at those big and small clocks with great interest. They were all things and different times. They were scientifically in-depth and essential. Without the frame of reference, time would be meaningless. In the magic world, wizards need to use such Only by means can one scratch the surface.

Every clock here represents the time of a frame of reference - the world of a certain wizard, the time of a beam of lightning, through the time converter, back to the past time, chaotic and complicated clocks, vaguely depicting The time scale of everything on this planet - but it doesn't mean anything.

Chen Ang looked at the door in the hall of time, he took a step forward,

Entered that door.

The tall shelf close to the dome inside occupies the entire space, and there are countless crystal balls, large and small, on the shelf. When Chen Ang raises his hand, the tall dome emits a gentle white light, illuminating the place.

This is the Hall of Prophecy, which stores all the prophecies accumulated by the British magical world.

"Regardless of whether those prophetic wizards are reliable or not, they rely on magic to capture the trajectory of fate... What is hidden here is all the secrets about time and fate in the entire British magic world...God knows how terrible it is. Even if the prophecy That wizard or witch just wants to know what his friend is eating tonight, and that is also a secret about the coordinates and fate trajectory of that timeline."

"In the Shushan world, this kind of thing that is more terrifying than the horoscope of birthdays can make an old devil who has been around for many years dye the entire British magic world, and make blood sacrifices for all living wizards involved here become devils, and live as demons." It is forbidden to impeach the offerings of demons from outside the territory."

Chen Ang waved slightly, and a crystal ball flew under the label with Harry Potter's name on it.

"This is the fate of the savior." Chen Ang said calmly: "In the entire plot world, the most important mission props in the established direction. The prophecy crystal ball representing Harry Potter's fate, the identity of the savior came from this, and the Potter couple Because of this, Dumbledore chose to die, and Voldemort died because of it."

There seemed to be some task reminder from the Lord God, but Chen Angli ignored it.

"If Voldemort wants to change his fate against the sky...it's a very important thing...but it's useless to me." On the contrary, Chen Ang summoned a few crystal balls, about Hogwarts four prophecies of the founders.

The prophecy of Dumbledore's defeat of the First Man Dark Lord and his various emotional entanglements.

Fantastic Beasts author Newt Scamman's prophecy of his great adventure in New York.

These time and the water drops picked by the long river of fate can allow Chen Ang to swim upstream in the right direction and reach the past time, but Chen Ang has no interest in this. He feels more and more that with his interest in everything As the truth of the origin of all things approaches, things become more and more boring. Now he thinks of a fisherman on the upper reaches of the long river.

He takes pleasure in interfering with the established destiny of the 'fish', causing countless variables, and observing the endless and unpredictable changes in the future from the upper reaches of the long river of time.

This is a kind of research and study of the plot plane created by the main god space. By intercepting the timeline, the Lord God steals the information and data, origin and laws of a universe. And Chen Ang revealed the secrets of the main god itself and the further secrets of the timeline through the research on the ring of time of the main god.

Chen Ang put the crystal ball back to its original position, turned and left the 'Hall of Prophecy'.

With his departure, the white dome above his head gradually darkened, and an inexplicable darkness called Morgoth slowly enveloped the Prophecy Hall. Through the prophecy preserved by countless crystal balls, the will and power from Morgoth Power can penetrate into the fate of the person represented by the fate trajectory recorded in those crystal balls, and even penetrate into the past timeline represented by those ancient crystal balls.

Wisps of black air penetrated into the crystal ball, dyeing the strands of white prophecy in the crystal clear crystal ball into black.

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