In the Ministry of Magic offices.

Fatir took a deep breath and calmed down his emotions. Soon, the few emotions on his face were replaced by coldness, and he waved the wand under his robe.

The room in front of him rumbled apart, revealing a black passage behind the wall. He strode into the passage, and soon he followed the passage to a room under a golden chandelier.

In the room, a tall bald woman stood next to a red-haired girl with her hands stretched out crosswise. She was hanging some strange silver metal ornaments on her body. Those ornaments were wrapped around her joints, with mysterious and unusual inscriptions engraved on them.

pattern.

"As promised, just a little blood is enough. Why do you put all these messy things on me?"

Seeing Fatil come in, the red-haired girl immediately asked him.

"These were developed by your grandfather. I don't know the specific uses. You can ask him yourself after this matter is over." Fatir answered her casually.

"All right."

The red-haired girl gritted her teeth, opened her arms, and let the tall woman play with the metal on her body.

Fatir wandered around the room, watching the girl's accessories taking shape bit by bit, and a trace of anxiety gradually rose in his heart. The guy's unexpected rejection of him pushed everything to the edge of control.

"Too slow."

He took a step forward, pushed Delfina away, quickly picked up the accessories and put them on the girl's body, his movements were a bit rough.

"You hurt me!"

When he pressed a ring mithril rune piece on the red-haired girl's wrist, she said angrily.

Fatir did not answer and turned a deaf ear.

"Does anyone know what you want to do?"

The girl stretched out her arms, swaying under his movements, and asked with great dissatisfaction: "As the Minister of Magic, you don't think about the safety of the people at this time, but want to go back to the past at this juncture. Is this really true?"

Okay?"

"It has nothing to do with you."

Fatir's expression was cold and hard.

"Hey!"

The red-haired girl suddenly dodged his hand.

"This is to save your daughter. I advise you to treat me better."

"This is Hoffabach's intention. He just doesn't have the shame to tell you. If you don't want to, you can leave at any time. I'm just helping him." Fatir said expressionlessly.

After a few seconds of confrontation, the red-haired girl stood blankly on the spot, holding her fists in her hands and pursed her lips. Her unwilling expression turned into loneliness little by little. She let out a sigh and opened her hands in silence.

Fatir stepped forward again and attached pieces of alchemical creations to her body.

At this time, the ground suddenly shook. The golden chandelier on the top shook, and dust fell to the ground. There was also a faint roar mixed with it.

"Fatil...!"

The three of them raised their heads at the same time, and the sound spread along the ground to their ears.

"what happened?"

The red-haired girl immediately asked Fatir: "That's Hoffa's voice."

"fine."

Fatir said coldly.

He waved his wand and blocked out all movements and sounds.

The red-haired girl widened her eyes and asked, "Shouldn't you go out and take a look?"

Fatir said nothing and kept moving his hands at all.

"Wait a minute, maybe he doesn't want you to do this?"

The red-haired girl suddenly broke away and kept a certain distance from him. "Although I promised to give you a try, you are so dishonest. I need to know what happened."

"Don't move!!"

Fatir suddenly roared.

He strode forward and grabbed the red-haired girl's arm. Every muscle on her face was as hard as a sculpture under the light.

"You're lying."

The red-haired girl looked at him and murmured.

Then, her expression changed: "No, that's definitely not the case. You are lying."

She opened Fatil's hand, raised her legs and ran outside.

He didn't even take two steps.

"The soul leaves the body."

Along with the ruthless spell, the Imperius Curse was shot from under Fadier's wand, hitting the girl whose body was covered with metal ornaments.

The anxious and frightened expression of the red-haired girl became dull. Under the influence of the Imperius Curse, she smiled unsteadily, backed away, and sat down on the ground.

Fadir coldly put down his wand and said to the tall woman standing motionless.

"Pick her up."

The tall bald woman followed the instructions and lifted up the red-haired girl who had collapsed on the ground.

"You're back..." The red-haired girl smiled stupidly, holding the bald woman's wrist, and said inarticulately: "You are so... so stupid..."

Fatir had a look of disgust on his face, "Shut up!"

The red-haired girl's voice disappeared, but her mouth moved. Then, Fadil looked at the bald woman beside him: "Are you ready for the Arrow of Time?"

"Want it now!?"

The bald woman looked a little surprised.

"There's no time. My daughter's friends are more difficult to deal with than I thought."

"But the machine isn't quite ready yet."

The tall woman said softly and respectfully.

"I don't need it to be completely ready, I just need it to be able to achieve my purpose." Fatir said coldly, pressing the last piece of metal ornaments to the red-haired girl's forehead.

"Is that okay?"

"Then...indeed...it is indeed possible."

Delphine said.

Fadir felt that she was stuttering, so he immediately turned to stare at her, and dangerously raised her chin with his wand: "You also think what I did was wrong?"

His blue eyes were filled with suspicion and suspicion. He was holding a magic wand, and his whole body was surrounded by suffocating magic fluctuations.

"No, there isn't."

Delfina, whose chin was picked up by the wand, was very calm. She held her head high and said calmly: "The light in the universe is just an illusion. Everything will eventually be swallowed up by darkness and disorder. I think there is nothing wrong with what you did.

After all, in this world, only the devil can defeat the devil."

"Can the Demon King defeat the Demon King...?"

Fadil smiled self-deprecatingly and shook his head: "It's true, but you've been with me for more than a year, and this is the first time I've heard you say such profound things."

"I don't like talking, I just like doing."

Delphine said calmly under the wand.

After being frozen for a while, Fadir sneered and put away his wand, "You did a good job, follow me and send her to the Department of Mysteries. I want to end this damn fate."

"I won't go."

The tall bald woman took her hands back and crossed them on her waist.

"What?"

Fatir's eyes, which had just been kind, turned dangerous again.

"You know, Minister. I have no power to help you. I can give you advice and correct the documents." She raised her slender fingers and sighed helplessly: "But, Hoffa Bach,

Then forget it, ten thousand from me is not enough for him to fight."

...

...

After arriving at the Department of Mysteries, everything became quiet.

The Shadow Dragon lost its trace, and the gargoyle that had previously bid for it failed to catch up.

Instead, there were twelve black doors in a dark room, all identical, without markings or handles. As long as he moved a little, the black doors would keep rotating. It was almost impossible to tell which one he should enter.

This place touched Hoffa's long-standing memory. He knew that Harry in the future also encountered this obstacle. At that time, Harry had many companions around him, and they could try one by one, but he was alone. If

If you try hard, it won't work.
To be continued...