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Chapter 186 Hall of Memory

There's only theory, and of course there's no way of knowing for sure whether the spell will work the way Sherlock wants it to.

But he has no way to find someone to experiment.

He can only be sure that if the information in the Soul Hall is correct, then it can be successful.

Whether it will work or not, Sherlock didn't worry too much, he has already done everything that can be done, and whether he can succeed as he expected after that depends on the destiny and Snape himself.

Coming out of the Hall of Souls that day, he tidied himself up well, then had a full meal, left Amy in the Department of Mysteries, and went back to the Leaky Cauldron by himself.

Snape stayed here after Sherlock went to the Ministry of Magic.

He has no attachment to Lily in this world, and he doesn't know what he can do other than save Lily.

When Sherlock pushed the door open, he was throwing a mouse liver into the cauldron, and looked up at Sherlock expressionlessly.

"What are you doing here?"

Sherlock stretched, and slumped down on the chair as soon as he entered the door.

"What? I'm not welcome? I'm not welcome, I can go, but you don't want to save Lily either!"

He said so with his mouth, but his body didn't have any intention of moving, and he was still lying lazily on the chair.

These days, he forgot to sleep and eat those obscure materials, which made Sherlock lose three catties. Now that he relaxes, he doesn't even bother to move.

And hearing Sherlock's words, Snape froze on the spot as if he had been petrified.

The boiled potion in front of him was still bubbling and bubbling, as if urging him to continue filling it, but how could Snape still care about this pot of potion at this time, his eyes Staring at Sherlock.

"What you said is true!"

"Don't be so excited, just listen to me first." Sherlock discouraged him.

But obviously his persuasion didn't have any effect, Snape couldn't calm down at this moment, the usual indifference on his face disappeared without a trace, and his excitement reached the extreme.

"Speak, I'll listen." He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the uncontrollable emotions in his heart, and sat on another chair to listen to Sherlock.

"I told you before that I have some clues about Lily. That's because I found the source of the soul magic behind her that protects Harry."

Sherlock said in a low voice.

"Lily finally used this magic on Harry. This is an undoubted history. The scar on Harry's head, the Dark Lord's Killing Curse was rebounded and hit him, and he lost his power. These are all destined things."

"So we can start from these things that are destined to happen, and make some changes to the magic that protects Harry, so that it can have some impact on Lily herself."

Speaking of this, he said seriously.

"Let me explain one thing first. When I say save Lily, I don't mean that she won't die."

Snape's face suddenly darkened again.

"Then what's the point!"

"It's so meaningful!" Sherlock said solemnly, "I made an agreement with you before, if I can't find a way to go back within two years, I will work with you to find a way to keep Lily alive. It has not been two years yet, and this method is at least another way of salvation. You can regard it as a way to guarantee the bottom line, even if there is really no other way in the end, then it is actually not bad.”

Snape was silent for a moment, then looked up at Sherlock.

"How is your progress in the Ministry?"

Sherlock shook his head sighing.

"There is no progress. The research on time in the Department of Mysteries is all about the past, and there is no way to provide any help. To tell you the truth, I really don't have much hope for going back now, but I just don't want to be reconciled. I just want to continue to find a way.”

As he spoke, he took out the results of his painstaking research these days from his pocket, and handed the magic notebook to Snape.

"You have to figure out a way to give her this thing yourself, and I can't help you much. Let me remind you again, Snape, no matter whether we can go back in the end, even if we really want to change history and save Lily, after we really plan everything Until now, you'd better not make any changes casually. Even if there is a slight difference from the original, it will have a great impact on the future."

Snape took the note from his hand, his eyes were empty, as if he was thinking about Sherlock's words, and he seemed to be thinking about how to hand this note to Lily, and make her feel nothing question.

The things had been delivered, and Sherlock had no reason to stay any longer. He stood up and patted Snape on the shoulder, before turning around and preparing to leave.

Just as he opened the door and was about to go out, an indifferent voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Thank you."

Sherlock's body paused slightly, he didn't respond, he just stretched out his hand and waved, then used Apparition to leave the Leaky Cauldron.

In room 10, the pot of potion that had already been discarded was still bubbling. Snape looked at the magic notebook in his hand, and the knuckles of his five fingers became a little bit weak due to too much force. whitish.

Those empty and cold eyes seemed to ignite a small flame called hope in the deepest part.

It was eleven o'clock at night when Sherlock returned to the Department of Mysteries.

At this time, the Ministry of Magic has long fallen into silence, especially in the Department of Mysteries.

Because he was afraid of waking up Amy, who was probably asleep, he didn't choose the location of his apparition directly in his office, but came to the black hall.

As soon as Apparation landed, Sherlock noticed something was wrong.

Of the twelve doors on the circular wall, one of the black doors was actually open!
He frowned subconsciously, and walked lightly to the black door that was slightly opened.

After staying here for so long, Sherlock can already tell what the rooms behind each black door are. The door that was opened is the room where there is no permanent silent person to study and stay behind - the brain hall.

Everyone in the Department of Mysteries has their own division of labor, and the Hall of the Brain is an area that no one studies at this time, and generally no one will open this door, let alone in the middle of the night.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes and pulled out his own wand. At the same time, he scattered more than a dozen wands, floating around him. He gently pushed the door of the brain hall open.

The place is still so empty, with only one table, and the white brain swimming in the dark green liquid is also very conspicuous in the huge glass water tank in the center.

They are like jellyfish in the sea, with tentacles of thought floating below, looking harmless to humans and animals.

Sherlock's attention was not on these things at this time, his eyes were fixed on the doors in the brain hall.

One of those doors, which could not be opened before, is now ajar, with a gap clearly visible.

The door that had been locked before was opened!
Sherlock stepped lightly and walked carefully to the door.

The domain that controls magic stretches out, and through the opened door, one can spy on the things in the room.

As far as he could perceive, he didn't see anyone. The room seemed to be filled with rows of shelves, and on the shelves were silver filaments stored in long cylindrical glass bottles.

Sherlock only hesitated for a few seconds before making a decision, stretching out his hand, and pushing the open door directly.

The door seemed to have not been opened for a long time, and there was a long creaking sound from the rusty hinge, which was extremely harsh in the quiet space.

The room was very bright, and even if someone came in, no lights would be turned on by themselves.

"Fluorescent flashes."

Sherlock spoke the spell, and the wands floating around him glowed brightly.

More than a dozen lighting spells can illuminate a very far range, and you can see clearly within a radius of 15 meters.

This room is unusually large. Although the boundary cannot be seen, Sherlock estimates that even the Hall of Death, which is already half the size of a football field, is not as spacious as it.

And looking directly with the naked eye, he finally saw clearly what those silver filaments of light stored in glass bottles were on the shelf.

Sherlock had seen something exactly like this before.

In the semester when the Chamber of Secrets was opened, Dumbledore took him to see his past memories, and it was these silver threads of light that he extracted from his brain with a magic wand.

Sherlock looked around at the thousands of silver threads of light on the surrounding shelves, all of which were all kinds of memories!

He walked slowly between the shelves, even though he deliberately lowered his steps, the sound of the soles of his shoes touching the ground was still clear.

The magic wands floating around also followed his steps and went deeper into this room full of memories bit by bit.

Just as he crossed a row of shelves again and had already walked more than ten meters, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the room.

The door of the room storing various memories was brought from the outside again, and Mrs. Selwyn walked in with an angry face, and saw Sherlock who was going deeper and deeper.

"What are you doing here! Who let you in!"

Sherlock stopped and explained.

"The door to this room was opened before I entered."

Before he could finish his sentence, however, Mrs. Selwyn interrupted him sharply, changing from her previous mildness.

"Get out! I don't care why you came in! Now, immediately, immediately! Get out!"

Sherlock didn't mean to investigate to the end. This matter had nothing to do with him. Since Mrs. Selwyn's reaction was so strong, there was no need for him to stay and continue to make trouble.

After he left the hall of memory, Mrs. Selwyn nervously looked around the room, which was about the size of a football field. After finding no one, she carefully touched the sign on the right wall. a place.

Immediately, a wooden cabinet suddenly popped out from the smooth wall with no visible gaps, and there were memories in it that were the same as those glass bottles on the shelf.

She carefully tapped the number of those memories, and after confirming that none of them were missing, she let out a long sigh of relief.

After returning the hidden compartment to its original position, Mrs. Selwyn left the memory hall, and locked the door again with special magic from the outside.

The hall of memory fell into darkness again.

After Mrs. Selwyn left, the place was quiet for another ten minutes, and then a thin figure jumped down from the ceiling lightly, and the sound of falling to the ground was very clear in the empty room.

The location where he hid was at the deepest point where Sherlock walked, and then eleven or twelve meters inward.

If Mrs. Selwyn didn't appear suddenly to drive him out, then Sherlock took two steps forward, and the control magic he radiated could sense the existence of the person hidden on the ceiling.

Unfortunately, that possibility no longer exists.

The thin figure walked quickly to the wall on the right side of the memory hall, found the position that Mrs. Selwyn touched just now, and pressed it down lightly, and then the hidden compartment with some special memories It popped out again.

The silver light shone on the young face of the figure. He stretched out slightly trembling hands that seemed a little excited, and took away all the 3 bottles of memories with the label "Clark Selwyn" on them. into his pocket.

Then, he drew out his own magic, directly used Apparition, and left the memory hall that was sealed from the outside.

And all this he did was not discovered by anyone.

the next day.

Lady Selwyn came to Sherlock's office and found him.

"I'm sorry, but I was a little agitated last night, Watson."

Although she was apologizing, changing her name to her last name instead of her first name already showed her indifference.

Sherlock waved his hand.

"It's up to me to apologize to you, ma'am. When I saw that the door of that room was opened, I should have told you as soon as possible, instead of going in to investigate myself."

That's what he said on the surface, but if he really wants to do this, then he is really brainless.

Lady Selwyn frowned.

"You didn't open that door?"

Anyone could hear the distrust in her tone, and Sherlock sighed inwardly.

With the suspicion this time, his actions in the Department of Mysteries will not be so convenient in the future, and he will also be labeled with ulterior motives if he studies other things.

"I really didn't do such a thing, madam. When I entered that room, I also wanted to find the person who opened the door."

Mrs. Selwyn nodded slightly and said flatly.

"Maybe so. But you should stop asking about things other than time research in the future, and just focus on your own work."

"Okay, ma'am."

Sherlock nodded.

At this moment, in his heart, he had already begun to think about leaving the Ministry of Magic.

Judging from what he knew now, these magical studies in the Department of Mysteries did not help him at all to return to the correct timeline.

And Horcrux magic is a windfall.

(End of this chapter)