Chapter 105 Department of Mysterious Affairs (Additional Chapter for Mingyue Boss)

"Good evening, Aurors. The welcome ceremony at the Ministry of Magic is really unique, isn't it?" Cyrus said with a relaxed look on his face.

But what responded to him were five overlapping spells:

"Expelliarmus!"

Five disarming spells came from different corners in front of Cyrus, and behind him was the Ministry of Magic elevator that had been closed.

He had no way to retreat.

Of course, there was no need to retreat!

He didn't even raise his hands, but the air around him suddenly twisted, forming a free electric current, rising like the expanding and rising hot air, forming a lightning shield to block the disarming spell.

Silent and wandless casting, not even gestures were needed!

Then, the current suddenly intensified, like a tree trunk that suddenly exploded and intertwined with branches and leaves into a net, or like a group of flying snakes, biting the skin of the Aurors and paralyzing their bodies!

The bright light of day was only a flash, and when the lightning disappeared, the five Aurors had curled up and fell to the ground, their muscles as tight as if they were petrified.

The entire hall of the Ministry of Magic was completely unrecognizable.

The beautiful golden fountain had been broken, and it was spraying water around like a broken shower head. The head of the centaur statue also disappeared, and the broken bow and arrow hit the hat of the goblin statue...

Cyrus walked past the Aurors he knocked down with his hands behind his back. He had no intention of killing people, otherwise these people would be turned into ashes by lightning, instead of paralyzing them for a while like now.

As he walked through the long black corridor, Cyrus did not forget to wave his arms slightly to block the entrances to the fireplaces along the way, so as to prevent a Dumbledore from suddenly jumping out.

However, Dumbledore might have returned to Hogwarts at this moment. With the Aurors guarding the Ministry of Magic knocked down, no one could tip off. After all, his sudden attack on the Ministry of Magic was also a temporary decision. Unless Dumbledore was a prophet, he would not have expected this.

Cyrus looked at the Ministry of Magic while walking to the end of the main hall, where the security checkpoint was located. Although there were no other staff members here, he still honestly registered himself.

"After all, I, Cyrus, am not the terrorist Voldemort. I am a guest who walked in through the guest entrance!"

Then he threw away the paper and pen, clapped his hands, and got into the elevator again.

His destination this time was actually the Department of Mysteries.

In the magic world, you will find that there are many magics that even the greatest wizards cannot explain, let alone control them. If magic itself is a miracle for Muggles, then the magic locked in the Department of Mysteries is a miracle among miracles!

Even if Cyrus did not find the key to Vault No. 12, it would be a huge gain for him if he could study the secrets of the Department of Mysteries.

However, this difficulty is probably greater than that of refining the Philosopher's Stone.

The elevator started running again, and soon it took Cyrus to the bottom floor.

What appeared before Cyrus was a very quaint and simple black corridor. There was only one door in the corridor. It stayed there quietly, but it seemed to be whispering, tempting everyone who saw it to open it.

Of course, Cyrus knew that this was a psychological effect.

He pushed open the door, and inside the door was a huge round room. Everything here, including the ceiling and the floor, was black, reflecting light like obsidian. It looked like a tailor-made residence for a dark demon.

Cyrus walked into the huge circular space, and twelve identical doors without any markings were embedded in the circular wall at a distance from each other. Each door seemed to represent a moment on the clock, and under the illumination of the blue flames on the wall, it emitted a mysterious and terrifying atmosphere.

Twelve doors, excluding the one at the entrance, there were eleven doors left that contained mysterious things. Cyrus knew the contents of seven of the doors, but the remaining four were completely unknown to him.

"Keys fly!"

He tried the Flying Spell, but it didn't work as expected.

"It seems I can only try one by one." After Cyrus stepped into this space, the door behind him closed by itself. And the wall with twelve doors inlaid on it was like a huge turntable spinning rapidly. When it stopped, Cyrus could no longer tell which door he came in from.

He chose the first door, and after pushing it open, there was a tall and cold room inside, filled with tall shelves, on which were placed gray crystal balls of different sizes. A few of the crystal balls still emitted mysterious flowing light. But most of the crystal balls were like dead light bulbs, and the prophecies recorded in them had long been broken.

"Prophecy Hall?"

The Prophecy Hall had no appeal to Cyrus. On the one hand, he already knew the prophecy about Voldemort and Harry, and there were too many other prophecies here; on the other hand, Voldemort's attitude towards the prophecy and his ending still gave Cyrus some inspiration.

Sometimes, if you want to break the prophecy, you will fall into it.

After leaving the Hall of Prophecy, Cyrus made a mark on the door. Sure enough, the wall started to rotate again, but with the mark as a reminder, Cyrus could clearly distinguish which door he had opened.

Then, he opened the second door.

This was an extremely beautiful room, which was totally out of place in the dark Department of Mysteries. There was jumping light everywhere, just like the sun shining on piles of diamonds, and the light refracted by countless gems was very dazzling.

The walls around were full of rotating clocks. The clocks were of different sizes and shapes, there were huge floor clocks and small pocket watches. The whole room was wrapped in a rapid and endless ticking sound, like the sound of thousands of tiny footsteps in a neat queue.

This is the Hall of Time.

The Hall of Time gave Cyrus a strong sense of oppression. In fact, he didn't like to listen to the overly rhythmic movement of the clock, which made him feel suffocated by the time controlling his heartbeat.

But instead of leaving directly, he walked to the end of the room and came to a bell-shaped crystal glass cover.

The light of the whole room bursts out from this source, and the cover is filled with glittering air currents, which are constantly tumbling and moving without stopping.

Time is abstract, but movement is eternal.

Just like the hummingbird that keeps reincarnating, it repeats itself over and over again, just like the waves that rise and fall, from birth to death.

I couldn't sleep at five in the morning because of the noise of the dead cat at home, so I just got up and wrote, which made me feel dizzy at work now. Today I will make up for the extra update of Mingyue, and see if I can make up for Erdou tomorrow. In the future, I will post all the updates at 11 o'clock, and it may be more enjoyable to read them in succession.