Chapter 528
"How is the research on the slate going?"
Wayne returned to his home in London. Grace was lying on the sofa watching a soap opera, holding a bag of potato chips in her hand, not looking good at all.
"It's almost done. Some of the slates are fragments. We may have to dig a few more pyramids. Eh? Astoria is here too? Come here and let your sister hug you."
Grace turned back halfway through her speech, and then she saw Astoria, who was being held by Wayne's hand, and waved to her.
"Senior Grace." Fu Loli greeted timidly, but did not walk over. Instead, she shrank behind Wayne.
She also knew Grace. At that time, her body had not recovered yet and she was very thin. Grace always teased her like a doll. Now she was scared when she thought about it.
"Sister?" Wayne twitched the corner of his mouth.
You even taught Astoria's ancestors
"Why, do you have any objections?" Grace's eyes suddenly became dangerous.
Even if she is as wise as Ravenclaw, she is still a woman, and as long as she is a woman, she will be bothered by the issue of age.
Strictly speaking, she is indeed more than a thousand years old.
"No, what can I have any objection to." Wayne shook his head desperately, took Astoria to sit on the sofa, and smiled wickedly again:
"But according to the rules of the Lawrence family, the one who enters the house first is the eldest, so you are the one who should call sister "Sanbasan".
What Wayne didn't expect was that Grace was not angry but happy after hearing it, and sweetly called Astoria sister, confusing both of them.
"Wayne." Astoria said with a slightly tearful tone, "Can this rule be changed? I don't want to be that old..."
Wayne: "........"
After dinner, Astoria watched the cartoons on TV, while Wayne and Grace came to the study.
"Did you gain anything?"
"Yes, and quite a lot." Grace put the notebook in front of Wayne for him to browse, while she paced back and forth in the room, saying excitedly:
"The connection between ancient Egypt and wizards is closer than I thought. I can be sure that the legendary sun god Ra is a powerful existence that walked out of the ruins. His descendants became the royal family. Ramses II should also be a powerful wizard, and even had a bloodline reversion, otherwise he would not call himself the son of the sun god."
"Have you found the entrance to the ruins?" Wayne asked while flipping through Grace's records.
"That's not that easy." Grace pouted. "At that time, it was called the God's Domain. The former pharaohs could only be brought in on very important dates, and by the time of Ramses II, they had lost contact with the God's Domain."
"That is to say... from that time on, the ruins may have had problems."
"This magic..." Wayne's hand stopped turning the pages of the book. There were two spells recorded on this page., which looks a bit weird after being translated into English.
"There is no name. I named the first one the Quicksand Spell. It should work well in the desert." Grace came over and stood behind the chair.
"As for the second one...it is used to make mummies."
The pharaohs did not mummify themselves for fun, they really wanted to be resurrected.
To be honest, with Wayne's current vision and knowledge, he felt that this spell was a bunch of nonsense, a complete bluff.
But what if, what if there is something mysterious that he didn't see, and Ra Er really resurrected?
To be cautious, he still took the time to go there and let Ra Er sleep more peacefully before he felt relieved.
Soon the notebook in his hand was flipped through. There were not many records about the divine domain. Wayne looked up and grabbed Grace's hand:
"Let's go to the Department of Mysteries tomorrow to take a look."
"Okay." Grace agreed happily, "If you didn't say it, I would have gone there myself. I left in a hurry last time and haven't investigated many places yet."
Wayne smiled awkwardly, "Those silent people have strange tempers. It took some time to deal with them."
It turns out that although Lawrence's reputation is very useful now, it can't scare everyone away.
Soon after returning to the UK, he asked Crouch to arrange for him to investigate in the Department of Mysteries, but was rejected by several silent people.
The reason is that the Department of Mysteries has no obligation to open to the outside world. What they study is highly dangerous and enviable, which is not suitable for other wizards to contact, unless they also become silent people.
Wayne was directly angry and laughed.
There are always some people in the world who don't know their position, and think that a special position can make them special and have the qualifications to look down on others.
But in fact, others ignore you, but you don't care about the value.
Do you really think there is nothing you can do?
Lawrence was very angry, and the consequences were serious.
Feeling Wayne's anger, Crouch has been targeting the Unspeakables recently, even putting aside the suppression of the goblins.
It's also easy to find trouble with them. The Death Eater Rookwood was once a Unspeakable, and there were two invasions of the Basilisk and Grace before.
Crouch put on a hat of collusion between inside and outside, dismissed all the Unspeakables and launched an investigation.
Even if they are found to be wronged, the process can be dragged on for two or three years, and finally they will be directly dismissed for dereliction of duty.
With power in hand, it is too easy to deal with workers.
The next day.
Astoria watched TV until very late yesterday, so Wayne did not wake her up. Instead, he and Grace came to the Ministry of Magic after breakfast.
Ninth floor underground.
Wayne and Grace stood in an empty circular room. The ceiling and floor were all black. Twelve identical doors were embedded in the circular wall. The blue candles illuminated the room.The outline makes the whole room look even colder.
"Do the twelve rooms correspond to the twelve zodiac signs?" Wayne keenly discovered that the patterns on the black door were not exactly the same.
"Yes, I also found it last time." Grace came to a door and observed for a moment before pushing the door open.
This place is as high as a church, filled with tall shelves, and on the shelves are many prophecy crystal balls.
Each crystal ball is protected by magic. Except for the parties involved in the prophecy, anyone who wants to pick it up will have to endure great mental pain. This is why Voldemort did not come to take it himself, but sent a snake instead.
His fragile soul and spirit.
There is nothing they want to find here. Wayne just turned around and walked out, and came to the time room next door. There are all kinds of clocks in it, and there is a continuous ticking sound all around. At the end of the room, there is also a tall bell-shaped crystal cover.
"So many sands of time..."
With his eyes shining, Wayne walked forward along the narrow gap between the tables and came to the crystal cover, where a strange airflow was flowing.
A hummingbird appeared and was lifted to the top of the cover, but after touching the airflow, its feathers became dirty, and when it returned to the bottom, it was wrapped in the eggshell again.
Facing the bell cover that looked like a work of art, Wayne finally did not take action, but the dozens of time converters here suffered, leaving only five, and the rest were all taken out by him...0
"What do you want so many sands of time for?" Grace asked puzzled.
"Recently, the speed of studying magic has slowed down a bit. I plan to build a time house to change the speed of time."
As the two talked, they returned to the circular hall again. Every time they came out, the door on the hall would rotate at high speed, making it difficult to tell which room they entered, but Wayne had already left a mark on it, saving a lot of unnecessary trouble.
Taking away all the files in the office, Wayne visited several other secret magic rooms, which contained the research results of the Department of Mysteries over the past hundreds of years.
A large number of contents and items related to ancient magic were collected in various hidden corners, and the most eye-catching one was the glowing brain in the brain room.
"Emotions." Grace saw through the essence of the brain at a glance, "A magic that can collect emotions is very interesting."
"It's a bit crooked." Wayne shook his head, "It will go wrong sooner or later if it is left here."
As he said this, he put away the cabinet containing the brain and then sealed it completely.
This thing is very harmful to people's thinking, just like the mental pollution of General Ke.
And if it is used well, all the emotions in it are instilled into a spell, and the power will be unparalleled.
After leaving the brain room, the only thing left is a room that can never be opened, and the final death hall.
The room that can't be opened WayneKnowing what is inside - the same emotional power, but there is only love inside, Harry's protective magic is connected to that room, but it is of little help to him. (To read the exciting novel, go to Faloo Novel Network!)
The two walked directly into the Death Hall.
This room is empty, not as many clutter as other rooms. In the center is a huge stone pit surrounded by stone steps. At the bottom of the stone pit is a tattered archway.
A black curtain that is also tattered is hung on the archway. There is no wind in the room, but the curtain has been automatically fluttering in the air without wind.
Through the broken gap, Wayne can see the milky white light inside, and there are human figures flashing.
"That's just an illusion." Grace still reminded with some concern: "You have seen real death, cheer up."
"That kind of attraction is nothing." Wayne smiled and walked around the stone door.
It is obvious that this stone door, or even the entire room, was moved intact by the Ministry of Magic from somewhere else.
According to the establishment of the Statute of Secrecy, the Ministry of Magic was established around 1696. Three hundred years later, people are still confused about this door, and many wizards have lost their lives, so this place is also named the Death Hall.
Grace took out her wand and slid it gently, and a golden mist emerged from the mottled spots on the curtain.
"This is Helga's magic." She whispered.
Perhaps, the mottled spots above are the bloodstains left by Hufflepuff.
"You can't see anything from outside, just go in."
Grace was horrified and quickly pulled him back, "Wayne, don't mess around, that white light gives me a dangerous feeling."
"Don't worry, I'm not going in alone, I'm prepared."
Wayne smiled and took out an alchemical puppet, holding the address book in his hand, and turned to the last page. []
The puppet walked into the arch with a firm step, and the metal became illusory in an instant, and then gradually faded until it disappeared.
And with the help of the puppet's vision on the page, Wayne could only see a mist, and he couldn't control the puppet, so he could only float involuntarily.
Three seconds later, a piece of glass-colored fragments flashed by.
The puppet disappeared. .