Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 482 Brain and Time
The room McGuffin entered was extremely bright and dazzling. He had to temporarily cover his eyes with his hands, and it took him a long time to get used to the light.

The room is rectangular, and at first glance... a long golden chain hangs down from the center of the ceiling, and hundreds of cylindrical crystal lamps are hung on it.
The rays of light above glistened like flowing water, setting off the place incomparably gorgeous.

It looked like some fancy ballroom if you ignored the creepy, crazy thing underneath.

McGuffin deliberately ignored the thing that made him feel uncomfortable, and looked at the house again.

It was empty, with two long old tables on either side of the wall, no chairs,
On the wall behind the scorched and scorched table, there were two black wooden doors without handles.

Appears to lead to other rooms of the Department of Mysteries.

After checking everything here, McGuffin refocused his gaze on the center of the room... that uncomfortable thing.

There is a huge transparent glass bucket, big enough to hold several people swimming and bathing in it.

Of course, if someone really dares to take a bath there,

A suspicious green liquid is contained in the glass barrel,

Something pearly white... floating lazily on top.

If you change the dark green liquid into red, and add a few hot peppers, peppercorns, and various seasonings...it's no different from cooking brain flowers in a hot pot.

That's right,

—that pearly white, bubbling thing is all brains.

This is [Brain Flower Hall]...

Nonsence!
It's the [Brain Hall] of the Department of Mysteries!
Looking at the scene in front of him, McGuffin kept hissing.

If it was just for this, the back of his head would not be numb.

After all, Brain Flower can be regarded as a "traditional food" that I am familiar with.
Not surprising.

It's just that these things are not used for eating in the Department of Mysteries, but for studying thoughts.

And thought - something that only intelligent beings have.

Yes, in other words, this is the human brain, more precisely, the human brain!

Even if it is not human, it is probably extracted from the brains of those magical creatures that have wisdom, can communicate, and can communicate.

Every brain here represents that it was once a living intelligent life.

Moreover, this amount—

McGuffin walked a few steps closer to the glass barrel, ... some grayish old brains were churning from the bottom of the green liquid, ... those things even spit out some bubbles, wriggling, as if they were alive.

vomit!
The world of black mist that Voldemort created on it, compared with this thing...the two...McGuffin, he couldn't even compare which was more disgusting and evil.

And according to McGuffin's understanding of the history of the Ministry of Magic or the entire European wizarding world, these brains may be mostly taken from Muggle brains.

[St. Mungo's Hospital] Will it heal Muggles injured by magic for free every year?
According to rumors, there is a special treatment there - the damage caused by magic to people's brains, or thoughts...

How did those healers there improve their level of healing magic if there weren't many magic experiments.

And as far as McGuffin knows, the previous Minister of Magic conducted a study in the era when the Muggle Industrial Revolution was booming... He thinks that Muggles seem to be a little more intelligent than wizards expected...

This kind of extremely stupid research actually caused a lot of trouble at the time, and then it suddenly disappeared.

How did those pure-blood wizards do their research?

Thinking hard!
No wonder the [Department of Mysteries] dare not announce any research projects here. No wonder the wizards working here are called the Reticent Men... being casted by spells cannot reveal any work content.

Extinction of goblin Muggles, elf slaves, living magic experiments... Those who are played by these wizards will slip away!
These European wizards are not carved out of the same mold as the local Muggles they lived with. That's it... most of them still discriminate against each other...

Isn't the crow laughing at the black pig?

McGuffin once again confirmed his own thoughts. He had been thinking correctly all along. He really couldn't believe the integrity of local wizards like Cornelius Fudge and Dumbledore. He still had to rely on himself for everything.

McGuffin calmed down and calmed down all the messy thoughts that were churning in his mind.

Then he decided to leave this ghostly place that made him feel hairy all over, and find the [Hall of Time] as soon as possible!
When he got to the door, for some reason... he turned his head and took one last look,
...the sticky brain in the green liquid... twisted and wriggled into various strange shapes,...in the strange light...McGuffino heard someone who seemed to be saying hello to him, and made a series of whispering calls...The voice sounded directly in his head...

''Albert...Albert...Come on!Be one with us...Brain flower...red...hot pot...sesame oil...''
--Uh!

Shir!This thing seems to be able to read his superficial thoughts.

McGuffin shivered, didn't dare to look at it, hurriedly opened the door, and returned to the dark circular room.

After that, he gently opened another door and entered another room.

finally--

He came to the [Hall of Time]!
That's right, it's here!
It is different from the grandeur and magnificence of the [Planet Hall], nor is it the infiltrating and weirdness of the [Brain Hall]...

Perhaps this room can truly represent the most mysterious and fantastic side of the wizarding world.

Everywhere here is shining like a diamond.

Those lights come from reflections from various clocks in the room.

Big ones, small ones... round, square, hexagonal, cylindrical... There are pocket watches, grandfather clocks, and ordinary wall watches... Some are placed on the ground, some are hung on bookshelves, and some are laid flat on a table as long as the room...

There are different types, the shields on the outside of their dials... some are glass, some are crystal, and some are even made of some kind of translucent blue gemstone... This is why the room is so bright.

All the clocks here are of the old, mechanical, wind-up type. MacGuffin even saw Chinese coronas and engraving leaks... even a scaled-down waterborne armillary sphere and other timekeeping devices are placed in a corner of the room.

However, even so, McGuffin did not see any Muggle-related electronic clocks running here. Those things may be too delicate, and because of magical interference, they could not tell the time smoothly and accurately, so they were canceled here.

Except for those too old timekeeping instruments, no matter where McGuffin looked in the room, he could see the second hands in the clock neatly moving one by one... one by one.

Tick ​​tock... The sound seemed to never stop, continuing in the room.

It is--

57:32:[-] p.m.

The hour and minute hands of all the clocks showed him the current time in unison.

This also reminded him that he must act quickly and find [Time Converter].

McGuffin struggled to look away from the various clocks and clocks hanging on the surrounding walls, and began to look for possible places for [Time Converter].

Soon, he discovered the most likely place...

It was the end of the room, where a bell-shaped crystal glass shield stood tall.

The shield is big enough to hold a McGuffin in it.

It stands on a bronze table,

Inside the shield on the desktop... there is a brass plate, which contains some kind of crystal-like transparent liquid, which glows slightly and trembles constantly, forming a clockwise vortex.

From that vortex rose an equally glistening stream of air.

This thing is like the kind of old-fashioned science and technology museum... the kind of large-scale popular science exhibits used to explain air flow,
The air flow swirled, carrying mist and fine crystal raindrops directly above the bell shield.

However, the difference between those popular science exhibits is that there is not nothing inside, there is a translucent round gemstone with a halo floating up and down in the whirlwind airflow.

That's an egg.

The size of a fist, it is pure and flawless, and it shines like a light inside.

But it's not always an egg,
During a third of the time of this thing, it was a chick gradually cracking its eggshell, and in the middle position of that vortex, the air mist drenched the feathers, wrapped the chick into a ball, and blew it up.

It looks very poor.

And in the next third of the time, this little hummingbird gradually spread out its wings that were as bright and shining as amethysts, resisting the vortex, and rushed straight to the top of the bell-shaped glass shield.

Until the vortex in the brass plate on the table gradually stopped, then it started to rotate counterclockwise again, and the same counterclockwise vortex was rolled up again, and the little hummingbird was involved again, pulling it backwards...

The little hummingbird gradually turned into a chick, and then gradually wrapped in that layer of jade-like eggshell, and landed on the top of the brass plate.

It became an egg again!

And then another clockwise spin...

So endless back and forth, never ending.

All the time in the little hummingbird's life seems to be cut out, condensed in this transparent shield.

This is why McGuffin thought [Time Turner] was nearby at a glance.

After looking at the wonderful scene in the bell-shaped shield with nostalgia again, McGuffin began to look for [Time-Turner].

He remembered that the [Time-Turner] that Hermione used last semester was not big, small and exquisite...it was a small hourglass enclosed by two golden rings, which could be held in the palm of one hand.

With this impression in mind, he looked around.

Soon, after passing the bronze table, MacGuffin found a door.

This is the door to the [Hall of Prophecy].

McGuffin immediately raised his vigilance, but then, he found a wall cabinet with glass on the right side of the door, which was full of various hourglasses.

over here!

Yes, that's it, McGuffin's heart was beating wildly.

He knew that this would be his only way out.

McGuffin hurried over to the closet.

Behind that glass were small hourglasses with gold chains, mostly the same ones Hermione used.

But there are also differences. An hourglass the size of an ordinary water cup is turning back and forth from time to time, and the sand slowly flows from the funnel to the other funnel.

There is even a disk-shaped hourglass covered with five spherical funnels. As the waterwheel-like disk stands in the cabinet and rotates slowly, the sand in the hourglass seems to never be filled, and it is always flowing to other hourglasses through complicated pipes...

There must be other uses for this thing, not just for traveling through time.

But he only needs the smallest and most common model.

McGuffin reached out his hand, but found that the glass wall cabinet was a complete whole, and there was no place to open it.

Fuck!
He cursed secretly, ran back and forth, stuck to the ground, and floated up... He completely observed the left, right, up and down of the glass cabinet, and there was no switch key.

McGuffin didn't dare to force himself... to destroy the glass case.

In the plot, after the glass cabinet shattered, it fell into an endless loop, just like the hummingbird I saw before. The hourglass inside and the cabinet fell to the ground together, and then recovered in the next moment, and then shattered again...

If the cabinet breaks, even if he doesn't implicate himself and become a member of this terrible cycle, his purpose of getting [Time Converter] will be completely defeated.

After being helpless, McGuffin can only wave his wand and use the [Door Opening Curse],
"Araho Cave is open!"

But the glass shield glowed with defensive magic light, and there was no reaction at all.

McGuffin looked at this damned glass cabinet extremely impatiently. He didn't know when Voldemort and his servants would pass through here on a whim, and he didn't dare to stay here for a long time.

After re-examining the cabinet, McGuffin found a line of words engraved on the silver corners on the left and right sides.

——What is the time?
Could he know what the hell it was?

Einstein's theory of relativity?
McGuffin complained in his heart, and tried helplessly to pick up the wand and click on the line of writing.

—It worked!
The same line of writing appeared on the glass on the front of the glass closet, and there were light doors with complicated patterns around the writing.

Looks like it's a riddle, could it be a door-opening spell!
McGuffin looked at the blank line under the light door, which seemed to be filled in.

He can only think so.

--what is it then?

Is it a riddle aphorism?
The first thing that popped into McGuffin's mind was,

An inch of time is an inch of gold, an inch of gold...

cough cough!That's not it!
Time is life, time is money!
Shit, damn you jungler.

McGuffin slammed his forehead hard, feeling more and more resentful.

What are you thinking?Think about it... there will be an answer.

Then, he remembered that when Hermione showed him the [Time Turner], he noticed a sentence engraved on it:

——I marked every inch of time, but never surpassed the sun.My worth to you is measured by your purpose.

McGuffin immediately swiped his wand and wrote this sentence on the glass.

The light door slides open like an animation,
But then it seemed as if an invisible hand was writing on it with a quill... new words appeared.

I do not care who you are?What do you want to do with these things?
Remember the lesson of Héloise Mintab the Reticent in 1899!
This good, adventurous and courageous witch has forever left a part of herself 500 years ago.

Please remember... unknown wizards and witches!
——Those who play with time will be abandoned by time!

After the glowing handwriting disappeared, the [Time Turner] usage rules appeared again, and McGuffin read it again very patiently. (He had to do this because the writing was still going on and the cabinet door couldn't be opened)

When all this was done, the layer of glass on the closet slowly disappeared.

McGuffin was a little frightened by what he said just now, he carefully turned his wand into long tweezers, reached into it and took a small [Time Turner] into his hand.

The glass cabinet door then returned to its original shape, and locked the remaining [Time Converter] inside.

(End of this chapter)