Glory To Slytherin

The mysterious affairs department has a total of six rooms, namely the time room, the planet room, the brain room, the death room, the prophecy room, and a permanently locked room.

Merlin's scepter had been stored in a permanently locked room.

"I used to think that this room would never be opened."

Bode took Ulysses to the permanently locked room and said sighfully, "I have been in this place for more than ten years, and I never went in before the theft alarm was issued."

Ulysses stood at the door of the room, quietly looking at the plain-looking lock on the wooden door.

"This lock can be said to be the safest lock in the magic world. There is no spell or magic item that can be cracked to open it."

Kroc said lightly on the side, "There is only one key that can be opened, and the minister has temporarily handed it to us."

Ulysses did not answer. His Mental Energy field was released silently, and he immediately felt the incomparably rich magical power fluctuations that were ubiquitous in the Mysterious Affairs Department.

And the lock in front of him exudes a magical aura, which is looming in Ulysses's perception, as if it could be hidden into the void at any time.

"Is there any cumbersome space magic applied to the lock..."

Ulysses narrowed his eyes, then suddenly turned to look around, thoughtfully.

Broderick Bode took out a dark key from somewhere on his body, put it in the keyhole, twisted it a few times, and soon a few drops of sweat dripped off his forehead , It seemed that the action of unlocking took most of his energy.

Ulysses keenly felt that this key is essentially a space locator, which can find a node in the layered space covering the lock.

With a crisp "click" sound, the wooden door was quickly opened slowly.

"Come in and have a look."

Bode said, and walked quickly into the room. After Crocker and Ulysses entered, they closed the door immediately.

"Oh."

Ulysses' eyes were blurred for an instant, and he couldn't help but sigh.

There is a hazy atmosphere in this room. A fresh scent can still be smelled in the air, dotted with dreamlike lights, just like a starry sky.

The room is not big and there are only a few items in it. A golden helmet that burns as if it will never go out, a black mist-filled skeleton, a brooch shining with dazzling light, and a portrait that looks bottomless.

They are all surrounded by a soft mask, floating in the air quietly and orderly. It can be easily seen that there is one missing item in their arrangement, which I think is the stolen Merlin scepter.

The mask perfectly blocked all their magical power fluctuations, allowing Ulysses to look at them outside as if looking at decorations.

In addition, some huge stones were scattered in the corners of the room.

"There are countless defensive magic and perception magic deployed here, as long as someone invades, the intruder will be restricted and the alarm will be issued for the first time. Each item has a special detection magic to check every day, as long as its position moves, it will immediately warn you. ."

Bode frowned and said, "But strangely, the alarm that day seemed to have been blocked for a few minutes. When we received the alarm and hurried in to check, Merlin's scepter had disappeared."

"There was no trace of external magic power left at the scene, just like a ghost committing a crime."

The younger Crocker sighed and said, "We exhausted all the detection magic and instruments we could think of, but we couldn't find any clues."

Ulysses listened quietly, keeping his eyes on the mask. The Mental Energy field was magnified to the extreme by him, and no detail was overlooked.

He pursed his lips and said suddenly:

"If I didn't guess wrong, there are also several spaces in the mask... right?"

There was a surprise in Bode's eyes, he took a deep look at Ulysses, and then solemnly said after a long while:

"Dumbledore sent you here for his reason... Very keen insight, very keen. That's right, like the lock on the outside, overlapped by several layers of space, even if ordinary people break the light shield, It is impossible to touch the object that is close at hand, because it exists in different spaces. Only when the intersection of those spaces is found can the object be taken out."

Ulysses pondered for a moment, and said:

"Did the Ministry of Magic leave no trace of magic in the scepter?"

"Of course there is."

Crocker answered, "When we first came to work in the mysterious affairs department, we knew that every item in this room was set with ancient tracking magic, but the thief seemed to know this kind of magic very well. Erase the tracking magic above, otherwise we won't be so passive."

"It's really troublesome."

Ulysses rubbed his chin, his eyes flickered, turned his head and asked, "How long has it been since the theft?"

"147 days."

Bode reported a precise figure, obviously brooding about this matter.

"Fortunately, there is nothing I can do later."

Ulysses muttered to himself, and took out his wand.

"What kind of magic do you want to... use?"

Bode said hesitantly, only Ulysses' performance made him look forward to.

Ulysses did not answer. The wand was waved irregularly where the scepter disappeared, and every arc revealed a beautiful meaning. At the same time, he chanted a spell that the two silent people couldn't understand in a low voice. At first, it was slow, but later it got faster and faster, and the voice became louder and louder.

A fantastic magic pattern appeared on the tip of Ulysses' wand for a moment, and then a steady stream of silver mist flowed out of the wand.

The mist rolled, and a picture that made the two silent people extremely familiar appeared. After that, the screen looked as if someone had turned the page, and quickly moved backwards, but the content of the screen looked exactly the same.

After half a minute, the rolling speed of the fog stopped and finally stabilized.

The scene that emerged in the picture was inside the room, but it was the room 147 days ago.

Bode and Kroc looked at each other, breathing suddenly, but did not dare to disturb Ulysses. They had faintly guessed what Ulysses was doing.

Ulysses paled slightly, and it was obvious that maintaining such a picture would cost him a lot of magic.

Finally, under the gaze of the three people, the picturesque silent scene began to change.

A wizard covered in black robes suddenly appeared in the room. He quickly took out some alchemy materials from his arms, and very skillfully arranged a unique alchemy array in front of the scepter.

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