Earth Immortal Righteous Path

Chapter 247 The Prophecy of the Ministry of Magic
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The death knell sounded for the British Ministry of Magic.

A big clock that never strikes the time suddenly turned its hands, pointing to the obsidian moon pattern, and played the funeral march.

A heavy and stagnant atmosphere enveloped the entire Ministry of Magic.

Anyone who entered or exited the Ministry of Magic could feel an inexplicable sense of sadness welling up in their hearts for no reason, and tears flowed down, which could not be stopped, as if a close elder friend had passed away and was holding an event. funeral.

"How is this going?"

The Minister of Magic sat in his office, wiping away tears with a tissue.

He also heard the funeral march echoing now, but the unstoppable tears made him almost cry.

With a sound of "Peng", someone knocked open the door of his office.

A witch stood at the door panting.

"Minister... something serious happened!"

Seeing that the person who came was his usual confidant secretary, and he was also very good-looking, the minister restrained his anger, sternly, and uttered a word coldly.

"Say!"

"The death bird clock points to the lightless moon; the prophecy slate recorded in the prophecy hall also spit out new prophecies."

"The prophecy says that the Ministry of Magic will irretrievably come to an end in 1990."

After finishing speaking, the witch actually collapsed on the spot and burst into tears.

The Minister of Magic, who heard the news, did not panic. He calmly waved his wand and knocked out the wizard in front of him.

Afterwards, I tidied up my appearance, especially wiped off my tears, and strode out of the office.

"Brainless idiot!"

The minister didn't care about the so-called prophecy, rushed out and looked around.

Sure enough, the gossip had spread all over the sky, and there were broken people everywhere, and some even shouted the slogan "The Dark Lord is coming".

"Grindelwald? He was defeated by Dumbledore long ago! Spreading rumors, who gave you the courage!"

A staff member who was describing Grindelwald's deeds suddenly saw his minister exuding a terrifying aura, and was so frightened that he couldn't speak a complete sentence.

"I, I... I'm sorry, Minister, I..."

His answer was a bright green spell, he was under the spell, like a dehydrated fish, he opened his mouth and gasped, but there was nothing...
The air that could be breathed easily in the past was far away from him at this time, his face was flushed, and he grabbed his neck until he collapsed from suffocation.

It lasted for more than ten seconds, and the air in the employee's lungs was completely drained by the spell, and his miserable struggle attracted the attention of the people around him.

The magic spell of pulling the hand out of the air had an effect far beyond imagination.

Now, the scene is quiet, and no one dares to take a big breath, for fear of attracting the attention of the furious minister, and being attacked like this.

After coldly looking around, the British Minister of Magic nodded in satisfaction, dispelling the magic effect on the guy who was about to suffocate to death.

This saved his life.

"Look at what you've become! An unknown prophecy and a messy clock will scare you like a flock of quails!"

The wizards who were glanced at by the minister all lowered their heads in shame.

"The Hall of Prophecy contains more than a dozen predictions about the downfall of the Ministry of Magic every year, but none of them have come true so far! No more than [-]% of the total number of predictions have been realized so far!"

"You are all wizards! Believe in the wands in your hands! Even if the Ministry of Magic does come to an end, you must take up your wands and let it end with honor!"

The Minister quietly used the Amplifying Charm and the Communication Charm, allowing his voice to reach the ears of everyone in the Ministry of Magic.

"Everything in the world has an end, and the Ministry of Magic is no exception. Maybe a new institution replaces it, maybe the Ministry of Magic is reorganized. In short, it will usher in its own end-this is undoubtedly what will happen! "

"So, tell me, what are you still worried about?"

"Worried about the end of the world someday? The end of the Ministry of Magic doesn't mean anything..."

Finally, he sincerely persuaded:

"Calm down, stick to your duty, and do everything well. This is what we should do."

There was a burst of applause, the minister nodded, and left the place. As for the one lying down, everyone tacitly ignored him.

When the minister came to the Department of Mysteries, he was greeted by the captain of the Reticent Man.

The Silent Man is a special institution under the Department of Mysteries. Each Silent Man is selected from among the best wizards. They are allowed to have access to all kinds of forbidden magic, lost magic materials stored in the Department of Mysteries, and people with unknown uses. Mysterious things, and some top-secret plans and information.

Since joining this department, each Reticent will be required to make an unbreakable contract, and at the same time put on a black cloak and never show his appearance.

Only the Minister of Magic can learn their names.to read their files.

Even so, the Minister of Magic needs to sign an inviolable contract and cannot disclose any information here.

Facing the Silent Man, the minister who was very calm just now changed his face, grabbed the hand of the captain of the Silent Man urgently, and shouted in a low voice:

"Slintmo, tell me what's going on, those are all rumors, right?"

The leader of the Silent Man who was grabbed by his hand just shook his head expressionlessly, which made the minister who was still lucky in heart sink.

"I'm sorry, Minister, but..."

Sighing silently, the black captain, with only his face and neck exposed, led the Minister of Magic to the crystal clock, allowing him to see the death bird that kept playing the funeral march.

The transparent bird of death was still singing silently, but the sound never came out.

Obviously, in order to prevent further panic, someone set up soundproofing magic.

After looking at the clock, I went to the place where the prophecy tablet was kept.

It was a room entirely made of marble. There were no pictures in it, only a stone platform, and the prophetic stone was a rough fossil slab placed on it.

On the fossil slab, there was an imprint of the sole of an unknown creature, with only three fingers, and a large area, occupying the entire slate.

"My people found this during a routine inspection of the place this morning."

Slintmo pointed to a small piece of gold leaf next to it, which was what the language slate spit out.

There are no words on the gold leaf, and the prophecy is shown in the form of pictures.

On the screen, it shows the Ministry of Magic, who seems to be the Minister of Magic, kneeling on the ground, and there is a newspaper next to it with "1990" marked on it.

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(End of this chapter)