The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

Chapter 292 Sudden Changes in the Department of Mysteries

"Even if there is a way, you can't help. Do what you should do. You don't need to ask about other things." After speaking, Macon stood up, thought for a while and stared at them again, "If you really want Do something to make yourself stronger, although it can't play any role."

"Hermione, you don't seem to care about what happened last night?" Harry found that Hermione, who was reading a book by herself at the dining table after breakfast, did Macon really have a way, but Didn't tell them?

"I know what you're thinking, and I'm sorry to tell you that there really isn't one," Hermione said in a low voice, turning the pages of the book, "I understand what he means, that is the one who is watching here, Macon will protect this Planet, I don’t know the specifics, but one thing Macon said is correct, I am also working hard to make myself stronger. If you really have the energy to think about it here, why don’t you read more books, or go to exercise your mind? muscle?"

Macon left the cafeteria and did not return to Floating Void City, but came to the Department of Mysteries. He left in a hurry last night, and he still had some things to figure out.

In just one night, when he came to the Department of Mysteries again, the tense atmosphere here was completely different from last night. The three members of the Crippled Alliance had passed out drunk on the bar counter. The mute man also disappeared completely. He walked towards the director's office suspiciously. When he came to the door, he found that the door was open. The director was rubbing his messy hair and sitting at the desk in a daze.

"Director, what happened last night? Where are the silent people outside?" Macon sat across the desk and asked the depressed director.

"Macon? You also came to resign?" The director numbly picked up a piece of parchment on the table and put it in front of him, "Sign it yourself."

Resign?Macon frowned. Could it be that after the ball was broken, the subconsciousness of these people returned to normal?

"Director, did you feel that there was something wrong last night? For example, your belief that you have always been firm has become different now? Does it matter?" Macon carefully observed the changes in the expression of the director, and found that besides Other than numbness and tiredness, there was nothing wrong.

"Faith? Where do I still have faith? I've been doing this job for almost 20 years, and I've lost my motivation. Now, the ball has broken, and the Silent Man has resigned except for the three disabled people outside. It's time for the Department of Mysteries to be disbanded, and you can sign this application or not." The director sat up, leaned back on the chair, put his feet on the table, and looked indifferent.

"Are you really planning to disband the Department of Mysteries? What about those unknowns? Our duty is not to eliminate unknowns, even if we sacrifice for it?" Macon continued to ask with a cold face.

"Macon, what are you talking about? The purpose of our Department of Mysteries is to study that sphere. Now it is broken and disappeared, and it has no research value. Sacrifice? Are you kidding me? We are researchers, not superiors. On the battlefield, there is no war in the wizarding world!" The expression on the director's face almost had the words "you're kidding me" written on his face.

"So, what about the research data of the sphere that you have studied for more than 20 years? What about the investigation, cleanup, and support reports? And the records of the dead silent men?" Every time Macon said, he was observing the other party's physiology spiritually. feature.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The director suddenly stood up, "The ball suddenly exploded, and the fire burned up the research materials, what investigation, cleanup, support report? I have never seen those things, silence People don't have death records at all because they're retired before they die of old age!"

Without saying a word, Macon left the director's office, went to the bar, rummaged inside for a while, found a bucket of green unknown liquid, and poured it down one by one for the three people who were lying down. He found a small bucket, vomited into it, and Macon quickly turned on the air filter function of the white cat hairpin.

"Hi~ the bartender is back again?" the bald man scratched his bald head, hiccupped, and said in a daze, "No one but him can make me drink this thing."

"Baldy, what happened last night? Do you remember your work? It's unknown." Macon quickly asked his own question, and also exuded spirituality to observe his body.

"Last night? Last night, the three of us were on the night shift. The night shift is our job. What is unknown? Are you? You are Macon? Ha! Now you can relax, the director's egg is broken, and you will never No need to study it, I think you can open a shop that specializes in custom-made prosthetic eyes, the blind man's eye is really useful."

"The bald man is right. These eyes are very useful. When patrolling at night, no one can sneak in!"

"It's useless no matter how useful it is. The researchers here have all resigned, and we are the only three disabled people who are still here. Fortunately, the bartenders have left, so we won't have anything to drink in the future."

"Tell me, what's wrong with your hair, eyes, and legs." Macon asked the question again, and he already understood that, unlike the previous subconscious hints, their memories had been tampered with.

"Why don't you have hair? I'm bald! How else did I get this nickname?"

"When my leg was drinking with the blind man, he went crazy and burned it with fierce fire."

"You are crazy! If you don't burn my eyes, I will burn your legs?"

boom!boom!boom!Three falls sounded, Macon sighed, stuffed the three fainted people into the white cat hairpin, and walked out of the Department of Mysteries silently.

He pinched the center of his brows with some headaches. It seemed that the ball was far from as simple as he thought. After leaving the Ministry of Magic, he Apparated to Granger's community and released a spiritual check to check the situation of Hermione's house. Then enter another house not far away.

"Boss? Why are you here?" The captain of the Hammerhead team opened the door for Macon after seeing Macon through the cat's eyes. After Macon came in, he looked around and found no suspicious person. Just close the door.

"Iron Hammer, the Department of Mysteries was disbanded. After the director's ball broke, everyone's memories were tampered with, not artificially." Macon finished speaking and sat on the sofa, "Did you feel anything unusual last night? "

"Yes!" Iron Hammer nodded affirmatively, "It's not just the three of us, the silent people in the investigation team are all the same, their brains feel like they've been pricked by needles, I felt something was wrong at the time, but after finding nothing unusual, I didn’t take it to heart, and when I got up in the morning, I heard about the incident with the pick hammer and the claw hammer, and then I realized that there might be a problem, and the people from the investigation team went out early in the morning to find out the news.”

"It seems that the problem lies in the ceremony of the Silent Man, but it doesn't matter now. When the investigation team returns, let them stop inquiring about this information. You don't have to hide it in the future. Find a good location in various parts of England as soon as possible. Black and white cat office, I will send you the detailed plan, remember it is England! Not just the wizarding world!"