The next day when she went to work, Sherlock took Amy to the office with her phantom.
Even if employees in normal departments have permission to move the phantom, they generally do not use this method to the Ministry of Magic.
Because it is really impolite to move directly into the office.
But in the Department of Mystery Affairs, there is no such concern. Each office is equivalent to being in another private space in the Ministry of Magic, so there is no need to worry about disturbing others.
Amy is interested in the paper planes in the Ministry of Magic that are used to convey information.
These are actually folded out of special magic paper. When Sherlock first arrived yesterday, he went to the logistics department to get a large stack.
Usually he doesn’t contact everyone, so he basically doesn’t need it, so he can let Amy spend it casually.
In the office, Amy followed the magical information he took out from the ceiling prophecy hall.
He still has no gains.
After all, the things in the Prophecy Hall are just a prediction of the future time by the wizard, rather than traveling to the future.
The entire magic world seems to have never experienced research on traveling through the future, or the time that has left traces is easy to figure out, but it has not happened yet. No one has experienced the time but no one knows how to discover it.
The more you gain an in-depth understanding of time, the more sherlock feels that there is little hope to return to the right time.
It seems that wizards from ancient times to the present have not been involved in this area, and Sherlock himself has no idea how to start.
Sherlock thought for a moment, watching Amy who was no longer chasing the plane, but sitting on the carpet, throwing the plane out, and letting it fly back on its own, stood up from the chair and helped Amy tidy up her somewhat messy hair.
“Can you do me a favor, Amy?”
Amy blinked her bright eyes.
“What does John need Amy to do?”
Sherlock took her out of the office, then left the time hall and came to the black hall.
As soon as they walked out, the twelve black doors turned with the round wall, and after two or three seconds, the transmission stopped.
“Which of these rooms do you think will be helpful to me?” Sherlock asked.
Amy tilted her head, looked at the black doors around her, and did not answer his question immediately.
She took a small step, walked around the wall hesitantly, and then stopped in front of a black door.
“Amy thinks this should be helpful to John.” A tangled expression appeared on her delicate face, “but Amy is a little uncertain.”
Sherlock walked over and touched her head.
“I believe Amy’s feeling.”
As he said that, he reached out and gently pushed open the black door.
This is a room sherlock has been to before.
The room was dimly lit, square, and sunken in the center, forming a huge stone pit, about half a football field.
In the center of the stone pit stands an old, worn arch with no walls around it, and a broken black curtain hanging on it.
When Sophie brought him to the Department of Mystery, he saw the scene inside.
Now that he is a clerk in the Mysterious Affairs Department, he naturally knows the name of the room.
Death Hall.
A room dedicated to studying death.
Sherlock frowned slightly. He didn’t know why Amy thought the room was helpful to him, but he walked into the room anyway.
There is obviously no wind inside, but it makes people feel a gust of cold air constantly circling in this space.
The stone steps were built very steeply, and Sherlock had to be careful every step down, and Amy had to rely on his help if she wanted to come down.
Soon they arrived at the raised stone platform in the center.
On the ancient arch, the tattered black curtains were automatically blown away. Just as she approached the stone platform, Sherlock suddenly heard someone talking!
The sounds were chaotic but subtle, and the source was from behind the black curtain, as if someone was talking or quarreling.
Sherlock’s brows became tighter and tighter.
He did not rashly walk up the stone platform, but walked around and looked around from various angles, but did not find any figure.
“Did you hear anyone talking? Amy,” he asked.
Amy shook her head in a daze.
“Amy heard nothing.”
Sherlock stared at the gently floating curtain silently, and found that no matter whether he walked to the front or behind the curtain, he could hear the sound coming from behind it.
A burst of goose bumps appeared on his arms, and a creepy feeling rose in his heart.
So where did those sounds come from?
At this moment, Amy suddenly pulled his arm.
“Here, John, there is something behind this door.”
Sherlock looked in the direction of her finger and found it in the most room.
He didn’t go much moreThinking about the sound coming from behind the curtain, following Amy’s guidance, he walked to the door she mentioned.
There is no difference between the door in the Death Hall and the door in the black hall outside. There is no decoration on it, and there is not even a door handle.
Sherlock put his hand on the door and used a little force, and he opened a gap in the door.
The warm yellow, gentle light revealed from the gap, and he opened the door completely, and a small study room showed his presence.
The environment in the study room is completely opposite to the style of the death hall.
There are lights inside that are not bright but warm, without dark or cold stones, but quaint old bookshelf full of traces of time.
There are not many books placed on the bookshelf, but there are dozens of books.
Sherlock and Amy walked in. It didn’t seem like a place where people often came, but the decoration was old and there was no dust.
It seems that someone comes to clean every day, very clean.
Sherlock walked to the bookshelf, picked up a book from it, and saw the title of the book on the cover.
“Exploration on the Immortal Medicine of Magic Stone”
When he saw the title of the book, he was stunned at first, and then picked up other books.