Chapter 170 Traitor
The moment the room full of clocks opened, Sherlock, who had been tense all the time, reacted instantly!
The wands that were floating beside him and ready to go all the time began to wave together.
Just like the baton in the hands of a band conductor on the stage, the wands followed a certain unique pattern and rhythm, and when they were waved, countless red spots of light flashed at the tip of the wands!
"Ah......!"
Just as the Death Eater standing behind the door and guarding the entrance just reacted, he raised his wand and aimed it at Sherlock. Before he could even pronounce a spell, dozens of red beams of light had already cut through the space, all hitting him accurately!
The next second, his whole body was completely frozen, except for his eyes that could still blink frantically, he couldn't even move a finger.
The Death Eater's body lost its support, and he was about to fall backwards weakly.
And just as he was about to fall to the ground, Sherlock supported his body with control magic in time, and then slowly let it go.
After the door was opened, Sherlock could sense the situation in the room.
According to his perception, there was no one else within eight meters except this masked Death Eater.
At this time, Sophie on the side finally reacted, her body trembled, and she wanted to recite a spell, but found that the enemy had been controlled by Sherlock's neat silent petrification spell.
She looked at the floating wands around in shock, and she couldn't imagine what kind of wizard would use magic in such an unheard-of way.
Sherlock ignored her current mood and walked into the Time Hall quietly, and saw the whole picture of the room.
There was no light here, and the whole room was filled with diamond-like jumping light, which came from a bell-shaped crystal glass cover standing tall at the end of the room.
The bell-shaped crystal glass cover was nearly 6 inches (1.8 meters) high, standing on a table, and it seemed to be filled with a surging, sparkling airflow.
Inside the cover, a small, bright object like a gem floated up and down. This object was a small hummingbird, but it was not always a bird.
At the bottom of its circular trajectory, the bird was still in the form of an egg. When it rose in the glass cover, it cracked with a snap, and a hummingbird emerged and rose directly to the top of the glass cover.
But as the air flow fell, the bird's feathers were soiled and wet again, until it landed at the bottom of the glass cover and was locked in the egg again.
This time process was repeated endlessly in the cover, like a strange hourglass in the form of a biological organism.
Sherlock was not attracted by this ingenious device for long, because at the angle opposite the door of the time hall, there was a compartment surrounded by the wall, and a sharp sound came faintly from inside the compartment.
"Don't think I really dare not use a spell on you! I have been entangled with you for so long now, just to give face to the Selwyn family! Although the Dark Lord is tolerant and generous to all pure-blood wizards, his patience is also limited!"
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Scrimgeour stared at the unconscious Auror lying in the corridor on the sixth floor with a dark face, who could not wake up even with the resuscitation spell.
"Whose team is in charge of the four floors below!"
A young wizard with a pale face but cold eyes and a cold personality stood up from behind him.
"It's my team, Director."
The two Auror teams left behind in the Ministry of Magic are newly formed teams in the past two years. The captains of the teams are the most outstanding young people who have graduated from Hogwarts in recent years, and they all come from pure-blood families with a long history.
They are Kingsley Shacklebolt of the Shacklebolt family and Barty Crouch Jr. of the Crouch family.
Among them, Barty Crouch Jr.'s father is Barty Crouch, the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, the superior leadership department of the Auror Command and the most important institution in the entire Ministry of Magic.
In the current tense situation in the magic world, although Barty Crouch comes from a pure-blood family, he openly confronts Voldemort with a strong attitude and takes action for this. He has a high prestige in the entire British magic world.
No one even doubts that when the current Minister of Magic leaves office, there will be someone more qualified to succeed him as the next Minister.
Because of this, Barty Crouch Jr., who was extremely capable, naturally became the Auror Captain.
There was nothing much to say about Kingsley. His outstanding ability was visible to everyone, and the Shacklebolt family was also a big family with deep roots in the magic world.
The young wizard who stood up now was Barty Crouch Jr.
"Why didn't you keep in touch with your men?"
Scrimgeour did not show any courtesy to Barty Jr. because of his special status, and directly questioned him with a gloomy face.
Barty Jr. explained expressionlessly.
"There is a problem with the battle situation in Sheffield. Commander Tris in York contacted me and asked me to be ready to apply to you at any time to transfer the last two teams of the Ministry, so I have been waiting for his news in the liaison office."
His explanation is reasonable. Scrimgeour has been paying attention to the battle situation in Sheffield and knows how tense the situation is there.
"How many people in your team can you still contact now?" He asked with his brows tightly squeezed together.
"I can't contact anyone."
Kingsley also spoke at this time.
"My subordinate Rom, who was supposed to be patrolling on the fifth floor, has also lost contact now."
There are a total of six Aurors present now.
Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office, Captain Barty Jr. and Kingsley, and Kingsley's three men.
Everyone here knows the seriousness of the matter.
The manpower in the Ministry is now concentrated in Sheffield, and it is impossible to transfer them back even if they want to.
Because even if the Ministry of Magic is bombed tonight, it is not as serious as the Death Eaters bombing an entire Muggle city and making the secrets of the magic world public.
The Ministry of Magic can be replaced if it is gone, but if the Statute of Secrecy is violated, it will be a serious consequence that the entire magic world on Earth cannot accept!
So Scrimgeour must and can only rely on the few remaining people under his command to defend the Ministry of Magic!
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Sherlock signaled Sophie to be quiet, and then the floating wand beside him was aimed at the Death Eater who was hit by the petrification spell again. The red light lit up again, and dozens of coma spells hit him, completing the finishing blow.
The two of them kept their footsteps to a minimum and walked to the door of the compartment in the Time Hall.
This is just an ordinary compartment, and there is no cutting or division of space, so Sherlock's control magic can clearly "see" the situation inside.
Inside the compartment is an office. The space inside is not as small as it looks from the outside. It is about the size of a potion classroom in Hogwarts.
There are a total of eight people gathered in the office. Two wizards wearing the Ministry of Magic's standard black robes have fainted on the ground. They are obviously employees of the Department of Mysteries.
There were also four Death Eaters wearing iconic iron masks, and a young wizard wearing the Ministry of Magic uniform robes. This wizard should be the traitor who had been lurking in the Ministry of Magic as Eddie said!
In front of them was a middle-aged witch tied to a chair by a binding spell.
The witch looked to be about 30 to 40 years old, with long wavy hair. She looked charming, but her face was particularly cold at this time.
"I'll say it one last time, Algie Flint, there is no so-called Gate 7! There is no power that can reverse everything!"
The young wizard named Algie suddenly grabbed the witch's gray-gold curly hair with a ferocious look, put his mouth next to her ear, and said word by word.
"That old man Sedley has told us everything! Door No. 7 of the Department of Mysteries! The most incredible power discovered by the Ministry of Magic since its establishment! The Dark Lord is very interested in this thing! Does he want to know what is inside? You should know that there is nothing he has not been able to do so far!"
Algie stared at the witch's green eyes.
"Since you took good care of me when I was a child and you are my cousin, I will give you one last chance, ma'am, tell me where Door No. 7 is. Then become the Dark Lord's most loyal believer, and then you can continue to serve as the director of the Department of Mysteries in the new Ministry of Magic in the future. Doing so will be good for all of us!"
The witch sneered, and there was no fear on her face.
"Be good to everyone? What a joke. Algie, you are just like your father, you have always been good at hiding, but you are still young after all, and you are much more impatient than him. Is he going to show his cards now and stop pretending in the Ministry of Magic? This is not like your father's character of hedging his bets and helping whoever has the advantage. Or is this actually something you decided privately, and he is still completely unaware of it?"
Algie's face was very ugly, as if the witch had said something about his heart.
He waved to the masked Death Eater beside him, and someone immediately handed him a potion.
"You forced me to do this, my wife. We could have resolved this matter peacefully, but you forced me to do this..."
He muttered viciously, and then pinched the witch's chin with his hand.
"I've given you enough chances, but you've made up your mind to be the enemy of the Dark Lord. I have no choice but to sacrifice you for the sake of the great cause!"
Just as Algie was holding up the potion bottle and was about to pour the potion into the witch's mouth, the door of the compartment was suddenly kicked open from the outside!
The next second, countless red beams of light swarmed in from outside the door like a meteor shower across the night sky!