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Chapter 804 The Mind Flayer on the Tip of the Tongue

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    Chen Ang stood at the door of the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic. He walked down from the elevator and pushed open the door. Behind the door was a huge circular hall with a high dome. The damage caused by the battle not long ago still remained here.  , the surrounding light is stagnant, showing a grayish white color. The destruction and ruins caused by the battle are like a projection in the long river of time, and like a yellowed old photo that records that moment.

    Some Aurors who had no time to retreat were forgotten here. Some of them opened their mouths and wanted to shout, some had ferocious faces, and some had frozen expressions of fear before death - but they did not die, but were swept away by time.  Forgotten here.

    This is the Well of Eternity, a transit station leading to the dark plane that has no concept of time and space.

    If Chen Ang is willing, he can make time flow here. This place is in the gap between the real world and the spiritual world and other dark planes. It has very strange physical properties. The swallowed up part of the Ministry of Magic only occupies a drop in the bucket here.  A corner of space.

    Chen Ang floated gently in the void in front of him, and the damage caused by the fighting around him was restored to its original state, just like time and space going back in time.

    When the dust settled, everything around them returned to their original appearance - the doors and ceilings, the tiles on the floor, everything was black. In the gray and white tones of the entire space, they looked particularly lonely, and some of them had no handles.  Doors were installed at intervals around the walls, and the walls were dotted with candlesticks that gave off a pale glow.

    From beginning to end, the surroundings were absolutely quiet, as if the concept of "sound" did not exist in the entire world.

    Chen Ang stepped into a room. It was a rectangular room. It was empty. The golden chain chandelier hanging from the roof gave off a pale light, making the place look even more empty. Only in the middle of the house, there was a dark green  A huge glass vat of liquid, with bits of pearly white brain and brain tissue swimming inside.

    "The Hall of Brains hides the magic world's research on the brain." Chen Ang looked at these strange brains activated by magic. In the arcane vision, the flashing soul activation of these brains and from the perspective of electromagnetic waves, the brain waves they emitted  Bo let Chen Ang know that the Ministry of Magic did not know what method it had used to keep these brains still thinking.

    "Brain in a vat!" Chen Ang whispered: "Interestingit smells a little like the mind flayer's brain."

    The scene in front of Chen Ang reminded Chen Ang of the brains that are loved by diners in Sichuan hot pot. The white brains are floating in the bright red pot, showing the unique food taste of the big foodie empire. It is a kind of mind flayer.  An evil art that everyone admires.

    Chen Ang has always wanted to try, put chili peppers, Sichuan peppercorns, green onions, ginger and garlic in the mind flayer's brain, make a pot of Sichuan red pot with rich aroma, and eat the master brain and the little mind flayers, but unfortunately  In the world of Faer?n, Chen Ang was not yet able to let himself go and enjoy the moment, and missed out on many delicacies in Faer?n.

    The Cantonese blood is stirring in Chen Ang¡¯s body.

    Chen Ang took a step forward and left the brain room where many evil little secrets of the Ministry of Magic were hidden. In the next room, a variety of clocks filled the entire space. They should have emitted various large and small, long and  There are long and short ticking sounds, but in this world, all clocks have stopped moving forward. As the folds of space in dimensions, no one in this world understands time better than Chen Ang.

    He looked at those large and small clocks with great interest. They were all things and different times, which were scientifically in-depth and essential. Without the frame of reference, time would be meaningless narratives. In the magical world, wizards need to use such methods.  Only by means can one scratch the surface.

    Every clock here represents the time of a reference system - the world of a certain wizard, the time of a beam of lightning, through the time converter, back to the past time, the chaotic, complicated clocks, vaguely depicting  The time scale of everything on this planet - but that doesn't mean anything.

    Chen Ang looked at the door in the Time Hall. He took one step and entered the door.

    Inside, a towering shelf close to the dome occupies the entire space. There are countless crystal balls, large and small, on the shelf. When Chen Ang raised his hand, the tall dome emitted gentle white light, illuminating the place.

    This is the Prophecy Hall, which stores all the prophecies accumulated by the British magic world.

    "No matter whether those prophetic wizards are reliable or not, they rely on their magic power to capture the trajectory of fate Hidden here are all the secrets about time and destiny in the entire British magical world God knows how fatal this is. Even if it is predicted  The wizard or witch just wanted to know what his friend was eating tonight. That was also a sit-down about that timeline.target and the secret of destiny.  "

    "Putting it in the Shushan world, this kind of thing is more terrifying than the horoscope of birth date, which can allow a long-standing old devil to demonize the entire British magic world, and blood-sacrifice all the living wizards involved here to become devils, and live as  It is forbidden to offer sacrifices to demons from outside the territory."

    Chen Ang waved slightly, and a crystal ball flew under the label with the name Harry Potter.

    "This is the fate of the savior." Chen Ang said calmly: "In the entire plot world, the most important mission prop in the established direction. The prophetic crystal ball that represents the fate of Harry Potter. From this, the identity of the savior comes. The Potters  Because of this, Dumbledore chose to die, and Voldemort also perished."

    There seemed to be some mission prompts coming from the Lord God in his ears, but Chen Angli ignored them.

    "If Voldemort wants to change his destiny this is a very important thing but for me, it is of no use." On the contrary, Chen Ang summoned a few crystal balls and asked about the four Hogwarts  founder's prophecy.

    Dumbledore¡¯s prophecy of defeating the first Dark Lord and his various emotional entanglements.

    "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" author Newt Scamander's prophecies in New York.

    These water drops picked from the long river of time and destiny can allow Chen Ang to swim upstream in the right direction and reach the past time, but Chen Ang has no interest in it. He feels more and more that as he becomes more and more interested in everything,  As the truth of the origin of all things approaches, things become more and more boring. He now thinks of a fisherman on the upper reaches of the long river of time.

    He enjoys interfering with the established destiny of the 'fish', causing countless variables, and observing the endless and unpredictable changes in the future from the upper reaches of the long river of time.

    This is a kind of research and study on the plot plane created by the main god space.  The Lord God steals the information, data, origin and laws of a universe by intercepting the timeline.  Chen Ang revealed the secrets of the Lord God himself and the further secrets of the timeline through research on the Lord God's Time Ring.

    Chen Ang put the crystal ball back in its place, turned around and left the 'Prophecy Hall'.

    As he left, the dome emitting white light above his head gradually darkened. An inexplicable darkness called Morgoth slowly enveloped the prophecy hall. Through the prophecies preserved in countless crystal balls, the will and will of Morgoth came from  Power can penetrate into the fate of the person represented by the fate track recorded by those crystal balls, and even penetrate into the past timeline represented by those old crystal balls.

    Strands of black energy penetrated into the crystal ball, dyeing the white prophecies in the crystal ball black.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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