The night was low, and the restaurant that was open for business for 24 hours was particularly quiet. The waiter was dozing in a chair behind the bar, and the hand of the clock on the gray wall was already pointing at ten o'clock.

Hermione sat at the head of the bed, looking at the bright and clear night sky through the window. She estimated that the time in her heart was that the owl would deliver the letter at noon tomorrow, right? This unexpected time trip will come to an end tomorrow.

She lowered her head and looked at the time converter tied around her neck. The dark golden gravel had turned pale, and only occasionally showed a faint light. Hermione remembered it very clearly that this phenomenon had been going on for a while.

After posting for a while, she pulled out a black notebook from under the pillow and completed today's record:

"Day 72nd of time travel, the seventh day of the current time point: the closer to normal time, the closer the senses are to reality. It is much better than wandering aimlessly like a ghost at the beginning... It feels bad to be abandoned by the whole world. The time converter keeps flashing and cannot touch any real thing. If it weren't for the beaded small bags, they wouldn't have survived the initial period... There were two more cracks on the time converter today, and the reason is unknown..."

Hermione stopped, stared at the text on it for a while, and placed the notebook on the bedside table. She slipped out of the door quietly. The black notebook flipped "rather" as the door closed, and an illusory image muttered to herself, "The third project, the trophy, the door key, and the root of everything... It turned out to be you, little Crouch."

On the other hand, Hermione casts a magic spell on herself. She stands at the stairs on the second floor and stares at the couple in the living room. They are sitting on the sofa, watching TV and chatting.

"I must ask her carefully when I see Hermione tomorrow. What's the point of helping her? Is it all helpful to the field?" Mr. Granger said angrily.

"She has been very good at thinking since she was a child, and you still praise her for being smart," said Mrs. Granger, looking at him.

"Use your intelligence to deceive your parents?" Mr. Granger angrily said, "You don't know what I said when I plucked up the courage to ask a wizard about the Contest! Because the mortality rate is too high, it has been suspended for hundreds of years. Listen to this!"

"Hermione's letter said that the safety measures this year are very good... and it's all the last project. I'm watching the video, aren't there any security officers?" Mrs. Granger advised, "Or we'll ask what the third project is tomorrow. If it's too dangerous, discuss it with the school..." She pursed her lips and couldn't stop being angry. "This little girl is too much. When the game is over, we will educate her together!"

They talked for a long time, turned off the TV, and got up. Hermione passed by them around the corner. She stretched out her hand and only caught a piece of air. In the silent silence, her arms slowly drooped.

Open 24h restaurant.

The silver light in Felix's eyes gradually converged. After a moment of silence, he took out two glass bottles, one big and one small. The big one was filled with viscous liquid like mud, and the small one was slowly bubbling with a small pinch of gray hair.

This is the hair of Compound Decoction and Magic Minister Connelly Fudge. Felix smiled slightly on his face. The origin of the hair is very dramatic. Two years ago, when Froggi visited the corpse of a basilisk, he was accidentally poisoned and was taken to the school hospital for treatment.

He took the opportunity to grab a bunch of them.

The intentional move at that time saved him a lot of trouble.

Felix unplugged the cork and put the gray hair into the large glass bottle. The decoction inside immediately boiled, and the next second it turned into an ugly blue-gray color, like a bottle of boiling cement.

"Clerk, settle the account." Felix shouted, and at the same time put the compound decoction into the cuff.

When he walked out of the restaurant, it was half past ten.

The night in London was terrifyingly quiet, but there was no shortage of noise. Felix walked alone on the street, the sound of kicking footsteps echoed under the shady curtain, his figure flashed several times and appeared in front of a shabby red telephone booth.

He opened the door of the telephone booth and walked in, skillfully dialed out the number 62442, and a cold woman's voice sounded from the telephone booth.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please name your name and do things."

"Music Minister Connelly Fudge, let the on-duty officers confirm my identity." Felix said calmly. His body had become a messy gray-haired short man with thick and big belly under the action of Compound Decoction.

He waited for a few seconds, and a obviously more angry wizard voice appeared, with unabashed surprise in his tone: "Minister Faugi? It's really you, is there anything wrong with you coming here so late?"

"This is not something you can know." Felix said in a deep voice.

"Oh, of course...but why don't you use an exclusive fireplace?"

"I was visiting my friend's house nearby, and suddenly I thought there was something urgent to deal with. Do I need to make up for a procedure tomorrow?" His voice became stern.

"No, I'll let you in..." the voice said in panic.

The telephone booth began to slowly descend, and the sidewalk outside gradually rose and passed the window. After a period of darkness, Felix regained his vision. He observed the surroundings calmly. The light in the main hall was much darker than the times he had been there before. There was no fire on the fireplace on the wall. The statues in the distance were pitch black and stood silently in the pool, with no sound except the water flow in the fountain.

At this time, a burst of rapid footsteps approached from a distance. Felix's eyes crossed the statue and looked at the male witch running over from the security checkpoint.

It was a coincidence that he happened to know this person.

"Eric Munch," Felix said.

"It's me, Mr. Minister." Eric Munch said with great honor, smiling.

"I'm glad you didn't sleep in the chair." Felix looked at him with a scrutiny.

"How come I certainly won't do my duty?" Eric blushed and stammered.

"Go back to your position, Mr. Munch! I'll leave the fireplace after I finish it," Felix said.

"I understand, Mr. Minister." Eric did not dare to breathe.

Felix nodded at him, took a few steps, and stopped again. "By the way, who else in the ministry hasn't left now?"

"I, I'm not sure...Mr. Minister," Eric looked at him carefully, "I guess Ms. Borns, Ms. Machban and Mr. Ogden should be there...and those weirdos from the Department of Mystery, uh, I mean, those silent people, I never know what they are."

"It's so late" Felix said halfway, frowned and looked at the opposite side, knowing Eric would give the answer.

Sure enough, Eric's words became more respectful and humble. "Ms. Maggieban and Mr. Ogden are working overtime to process the Wizard Level Test papers, and they are very busy at this time of year. As for Ms. Borns," he raised his eyelids and looked at Felix. "You have transferred a group of Aurors before, and as the guard of the third project, there are not enough people there."

Felix was silent for a moment and snorted from his nose, "I get it."

He turned around and walked into the elevator, pressed the button on the nine floor, and the fence slammed. The elevator made a harsh click, and Felix slowly breathed out inside, and the first step was going smoothly. When the elevator stopped, a cold woman said in the voice of "Mysterious Affairs Department." Then the fence opened and Felix walked out steadily.

Passing a dimly lit corridor, he stopped in front of a black door, and the swaying fire shone on his face, making his expression unstable. From the perspective of magic, he saw a large piece of magical brilliance, almost blinding his eyes.

Just as he was hesitating whether to break the door violently, the door suddenly opened from the inside. A middle-aged witch looked at him in surprise and stunned for a few seconds. He said stiffly: "Mr. Minister? Why are you..." As he said, he quietly reached out to touch his pocket. The next second, a confusion spell hit him.

"Your name?"

"Sol Crocker." said the witch in a daze.

"Can you please be my guide today?" Felix asked politely.

"Minister, Mr. Minister, this is a violation." The witch suddenly covered her head with a painful expression on her face.

"Okay, let's change the question, are there anyone else in it?" Felix did not force the witch to continue answering, afraid of inspiring the secret contract on the silent man.

"Bod is still inside, in the Hall of Prophecy." The witch's face returned to calm and replied.

"Thanks."

Then a red light hit the witch, and the silent man Thor Crocker slowly fell to the ground. Felix flashed in from outside the door, and the black door closed behind him. Felix took out an echo bird. The bird shook its fiery red feathers and jumped in his hand.

"When someone is here, an outsider appears or the gentleman wakes up unexpectedly, notify me in time." Felix whispered.

The little bird as big as a palm nodded at him, jumped to the witch on the ground, and got into his pocket of clothes.

At this time, Felix had time to look around, and he found himself standing in a huge circular room, everything from the floor to the wall was black, with candles emitting blue flames adorning the wall, providing faint lighting.

There are no windows here, only the walls are neatly inlaid with black doors, exactly the same as the one behind him, with a total of twelve.

"Where is the Prophecy Hall?" Felix said to himself. He wanted to solve the "Bodd" mentioned by the witch first, but he really couldn't see any difference. After he hesitating for a few seconds, he pushed open a black door.

In the door is a deep pit that is sunken downward. On the stone platform in the middle of the pit stands an ancient arch, with a pair of broken black curtains hanging on it, and no wind is allowed to be automatically.

There seemed to be someone behind the curtain... still someone he knew, as if he would see them when he lifted the curtain. Felix turned around the arch, and there was nothing behind the arch, and then he heard a whisper, the sound was very unique.

It seemed to be the voice of a young child. Felix looked dazed and thought of his memory in the orphanage. But he might have heard it wrong, because the owner of the voice at this time became a woman. She murmured softly, Felix moved closer, wanting to hear it more clearly.

The sound became closer and the whisper became clear and audible. He must be a very gentle woman. Felix thought.

“It’s a pity that it’s fake.”

The brain closure spontaneously ran through. He stared at the black curtain for a while and slowly retreated out of the room. The moment the door was closed, a deafening rumble immediately sounded and the wall began to rotate rapidly. He quickly pulled out his wand, leaving an arch bridge sign on the door. When the wall stopped, he glanced at the mark he left and walked towards the door next to it.

The second room was empty. Apart from a table by the wall, there was only a huge glass water tank filled with dark green liquid in the center of the room. Some translucent brains floated around inside. Felix took a look and left quickly.

The third room was a dark room full of planets. Felix stood at the door and looked at it, then ran towards the other rooms.

Then he came to an extremely tall room with the ceiling almost as high as a church. Rows of towering shelves were inserted into the ceiling, and these shelves were filled with gray prophecy balls, and prophecy balls of all sizes were flashing with faint silver light. Felix thoughtfully, the Prophecy Hall... So, Bode is here.

"Sol? Is it you?" a voice asked in the distance.

Felix quietly approached "Sol?" The voice significantly increased the volume. The light of the magic wand suddenly lit up in the dim room. A man with a dirty face and a frown face walked out from behind the shelf. When he saw Felix, he was stunned.

"Mr. Minister?"

"Sorry." Red light flashed, and Bode leaned weakly on the shelf. Felix took a moment to transport the unconscious wizard in the foyer to the place, accompanying his colleagues, while the echo bird hid in the shadow of the chandelier above the foyer.

As he walked out of the Prophecy Hall, his eyes drew a moment, and a strange sense of intimacy surged into his heart, as if something was closely related to him was hidden here... Felix closed his eyes and walked to a shelf by feeling.

He opened his eyes and, at the level of his sight, there was a silver shiny glass ball. It was brighter than the prophetic balls around him, and obviously, much less dust. As he approached, the glittering rhythm of the glass balls was significantly faster, as if welcoming his arrival.

Felix saw a date two years ago on the label, followed by a string of characters: S.P.T.to H.J.P. (to be verified). After being prepared for protection, he reached out and took the prophecy ball off the shelf, but was surprised to find that it was not blocked.

Felix stared at it, the feeling of the prophecy ball was out of touch with the cold room, it was warm and bright, and holding it was like standing in the sunlight for several hours. Meanwhile, a hoarse voice appeared in my mind

"The change that has not been seen in a thousand years... The legendary drama is staged... The clown returns to the stage with the drum beats, the soldiers are ready to go, the lion grows old, the firebird is reborn... Time! Time!"

Felix couldn't help but hold the prophecy ball tightly and listened again.

"Clowns, warriors, lions, firebirds...what do they all refer to?" He didn't spend much time thinking, and time was tight. It had been almost twenty minutes since he appeared in the Ministry of Magic and now. He strided away from here and outlined a circle on the Black Gate.

Felix went straight to the next room, and when he opened the door, he realized that he had finally found the right place. In the noisy, hundreds of sounds mixed together, in the beautiful, dazzling leaping light like diamonds in the sun, he saw various clocks, alarm clocks, travel clocks, floor-standing clocks, and ancient sundials... They were either hung on the wall, placed on the ground, or placed on long tables and bookshelfs...

On a closet with a glass front door, the wall where the closet is located is full of hourglasses.

Felix, who had been calm, had an expression of excitement on his face, all of which were hourglass used on the time converter, and folders on the bookshelf, drawers under the long table swept by, landing on a towering bell-shaped crystal glass cover at the end of the room.

Unlike other rooms, the crystal glass cover is the only light source in this room. The diamond-like jumping light that Felix saw before came from it. The glass cover is filled with a tumbling, sparkling airflow.

That is the energy of time.

"Time...time..." Felix said softly, he understood a little why the prophecy ball was particularly attractive to him, "because I am also part of the prophecy." He closed his eyes, "Who am I? The lion and the firebird are impossible, are the clowns? Or are they all there because of me?" He opened his eyes suddenly, and his light blue pupils turned into deep silver flames, burning and filling the entire eye socket.

The dark floor was covered with silver light, and everything was like the scene that had happened earlier. Felix pulled the thinking hut out of his mind, but this time he tried his best. Phantoms came out of Felix's body. They were part of Felix's mind and the pinnacle of memory magic. These "people" each dispersed, and took out information from the bookshelf and drawer, sitting or standing, and studying carefully.

Felix himself stared at the bell-shaped crystal glass cover. Soon, the first phantom put the folder back on the bookshelf and walked over to merge with him. Felix's body suddenly froze. After two minutes, he finally digested the knowledge.

But then, the second and third phantoms returned. This time, Felix froze for five minutes. During this period, he was like a stone statue. Felix sighed and took out the crown of Ravenclaw, which he had not used for a long time, and said self-deprecatingly: "Do I say, thanks to Valen leave this for me?" He put on the crown, and a sense of coolness spread throughout his body.
To be continued...