Glory To Slytherin

As the black-robed wizard stretched his hand into the alchemy circle, a light and shadow flashed, and the material had been transformed from the alchemy circle into a part of the black-robed wizard's body.

At the left shoulder blade of the black robe wizard, there was an extra arm.

That arm looked no different from an ordinary person's arm, except that it was pale and somewhat transparent.

"hiss--"

The two silent people involuntarily took a breath, and their eyes were full of horror when they looked at the screen.

Ulysses squinted his eyes, his expression gradually becoming solemn, and muttered to himself:

"Human alchemy...is it the abyss again?"

Last semester, Ulysses saw in the Forbidden Forest that the abyss member Marvin had similar technology on his body, but he was a human magic pattern, and the one in front of him was an authentic human alchemy.

Ulysses remained silent and continued to stare at the scene where the silver mist turned out.

The moment the alchemy arm appeared, the black robe wizard did not hesitate, and directly stretched it into the light shield guarding the Meilin scepter.

The light mask unexpectedly sounded an alarm, twisted and waved unnaturally, as if being comforted by the arm, and then as if it had never appeared before, quietly let the arm extend in.

Merlin's scepter was in a trance for a moment, and when his arm was about to catch it, he slipped into other spaces in time. However, that arm was clearly prepared, and there was a faint brilliance around the arm, accurately discerning the nodes of Merlin's scepter in many spaces, and grasping it in his hand.

After the things got in his hands, the black-robed wizard immediately retracted his arm and placed the Merlin scepter in a black container, and then placed it in a row on the arm on the side of the left shoulder blade. The alchemy arm quickly turned into a pool of water stains. Melted into the body of the black-robed wizard.

After doing all this, as if suddenly appearing in the room, he retreated a few steps, left the scope of the scene presented by the silver mist, and disappeared into the room.

"This this……"

Bode was full of disbelief, his body retreated uncontrollably, and said in a trembling voice, "Is he really a ghost? How can he enter and leave this room freely..."

"There is no doubt that this black-robed wizard has an extremely in-depth understanding of the rules and secret information of this room, and every step is carefully planned."

Ulysses said with a sullen face.

"I'm curious, Mr. Lestrange, what kind of magic are you using?"

Kroc, who had been silent, suddenly asked.

"A time-retrospective magic... It can reproduce a scene that once happened somewhere. The 147-day retrospect is close to the limit of this magic."

Ulysses explained casually. This magic was learned by him in the big library. It can only be regarded as an auxiliary magic, and it has no Ascension for combat power.

Only before coming to the Ministry of Magic, Ulysses believed that this magic must be useful, so he spent two days mastering this magic completely.

"Unbelievable means...The Ministry of Magic also has people who can release this kind of magic, but their retrospective time is no more than two months..."

There was no contempt in Crocker's eyes when he looked at Ulysses, but a total respect.

The pain has been tangled for almost half a year, and now it is finally possible to solve the theft case, which made him overjoyed, and his attitude towards Ulysses has also undergone a qualitative change.

"What I care more about is... why is that black-robed wizard so familiar with this so-called permanently locked room?"

Ulysses asked musingly, "Are you sure no one has approached this room?"

This shows that the Abyss Organization has sneaked into an extremely deep level in the Ministry of Magic.

It seemed to Ulysses that the abyss could penetrate into the Ministry of Magic as a matter of course. After all, judging from Ulysses's several contacts, it was not difficult to penetrate into the Ministry with their abilities.

It's just unexpected that even the Department of Mysterious Affairs, known as the top secret agency, could not prevent it.

And... now that there is a chance to start, why just take Merlin's scepter?

At the same time, the two silent men were immediately put on the list of suspects in Ulysses' mind.

Although they have undergone rigorous inspections by the Ministry of Magic and even drank Veritaserum carefully formulated by Professor Snape, if they were members of the abyss, Ulysses believed they would have a way to confuse the test.

"After all, the Department of Mysterious Affairs is also a department of the Ministry of Magic. Although there are few people who come to us on weekdays, it is impossible not to have...but they usually come to other halls to fetch things or do business, and no one has been close to the permanently locked Room."

Bode recalled.

Ulysses touched his chin, and the fully released Mental Energy field stayed somewhere in the room for a while, his heart moved slightly. It's just that he didn't show it. After a while, he said:

"Can you show me some other rooms?"

"Of course there is no problem..."

Bode froze for a moment and said hesitantly, "It's just that our first task is not to investigate the theft of the scepter... Will it be delayed..."

"Look at other rooms for clues. If there are any clues, everyone is happy, if not, it's just a waste of time..."

Ulysses waved his hand and spoke.

"All right."

Bode nodded, opened the door and walked out, "Then let's go out first."

Kroc also stepped out of the room.

Ulysses glanced back in a corner of the room as he walked out of the room.

There, he vaguely sensed a somewhat familiar breath.

Under the leadership of Bode, Ulysses came to the next room.

Except for the permanently locked room, the other halls were not locked, so Bode just nudged the black door, and the time hall appeared in front of Ulysses.

When the bright light pulsating like diamonds filled his vision, an obscure magic power wrapped his whole person in detail.

That familiar feeling reached its peak at this moment-it was the power of time.

In this room, countless watch dials are shining with a faint and deep light.

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

Some of them are hung in the middle of some staggered brackets, some are standing on a long dining table, and of course some are directly placed on the floor because of their large size.

It is the large number of clocks and watches with inconsistent styles and models that make those rapid and seemingly non-stop ticking sounds continue to echo, neatly but clearly layered, just like the footsteps of a marching guard of honor.

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

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