Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 587: Mysteries of the Department of Mysteries
In the corridor in front of the 'Door That Can Never Be Opened', a tense atmosphere was spreading among the crowd.

Everyone stared at the seemingly ordinary door, ready for action.

Mike took a deep breath and then nodded to the members of the suicide squad.

The latter few laughed a few times and walked forward without hesitation.

This was not difficult for them. They had already opened the wooden door and checked inside before they brought everyone in. The reason why the wooden door was closed again now was just because of their bad taste.

“Squeak!~”

Following a slight sound of rusty metal friction, the wooden door was pushed open by the team members. Everyone outside the door was on high alert at this moment. Even Mike's body was emitting a powerful blue magic aura, ready to meet the attack at any time.

However, when the team members moved aside, the expression on Mike's face froze.

Because after opening the door, not only did nothing dangerous happen, but what appeared in front of him was a seemingly ordinary room.

Mike and Arthur looked at each other and quickly made up their minds.

Arthur quickly drew out the black polymer sword from his waist and walked into the room cautiously, while Mike followed him with a magic wand in his hand.

This can be said to be the safest method at present.

As the two entered the room, the scene behind the door appeared in front of Mike in a more complete view.

From the surface, this is a very ordinary room, about 20 cubic meters in size. There are not many furniture inside, so it looks a bit empty.

The walls and floor of the room were made entirely of black stone bricks. It seemed that this place had not been renovated before, and Mike could clearly see the gaps where the bricks were connected.

In addition, perhaps because no one had come in to clean for a long time, a thick layer of dust had accumulated on the stone floor. As Mike and Arthur walked, the fine dust particles also floated up, and through the light coming from outside, Mike could clearly see them floating freely in the air.

Of course, saying that this room is ordinary is just Mike's first impression of it. As Mike observes more deeply, he still finds some unusual places.

For example, the dense and long scratches on the surrounding walls. Judging from the angles and shapes of these scratches, these scratches were not left by monsters, but more like the masterpieces made by humans in extreme anger or pain.

This can't help but remind people of many terrible things, but the strange thing is that there are no corpses of any living creatures in this room, and there is no blood on the scratches.

It was like... they were all eaten by something.

Thinking of this, Mike couldn't help but turn his head to look at the square glass box placed in the center of the room.

A glass box, maybe?

Mike was a little unsure, because although the box was transparent, he didn't know whether it was because it was too old that the surface was oxidized and blurred, or because the material itself was translucent, so the surface of the box was seriously whitish. Although Mike could see through the surface of the box that there was something hidden inside, he could only see a rough outline and could not see the true appearance of the items inside.

He made another tactical gesture to Arthur, and the two of them then carefully moved towards the glass container.

Now, Mike finally saw it clearly.

It was a square translucent container, about one cubic meter in size, and inside it was an old-fashioned tin kettle.

The hanging pot looked very old. Its surface was uneven and covered with stains and oil stains. The area near the bottom was even charred, as if it had been repaired and used for many years by an owner who did not take good care of it.

What surprised Zui Zui was that, although there was no open flame or heat source in the room at the moment, the kettle was still making a "chirping" sound of boiling water, and white mist was constantly emanating from its water pouring spout.

It was not until this moment that Mike realized that the reason why he could not see clearly what was inside the container from a distance was not because of the problem of the container itself, but because its interior had already been filled with white water vapor.

At the same time, the white steam in the transparent container reminded Mike of the white mist that had spread in the Department of Mysteries before, which made him take a few steps back, trying to keep a safe distance from the other party.

It was these two steps that caused him to step on an uneven, hard object.

Mike carefully wiped the dust off the object with his feet, and then he could see its true appearance.

It was a pure black stone tablet with densely packed Latin text engraved on it.

Since many magic books are recorded in Latin, Mike, a poor student in his previous life, also learned Latin in this world. With his help, he quickly recognized the contents on the stone tablet.

'Item code: White Death.'

'Danger level: XXXXX.'

'Description: The White Death is a tin kettle that is 1940 cm long and 630 cm high (when the pull ring is pulled). According to observations, there is nearly ounces of unknown liquid inside it. This liquid cannot be poured out and always remains in a boiling state, spewing out white water vapor, but the total amount of this liquid will not decrease due to evaporation. The water vapor evaporated from it is no different from ordinary water vapor from the outside, and has no lethality to inorganic matter, but has the characteristic of devouring all life and magic around it, and after devouring enough energy, they will actively spread around to find more food. It is speculated that there is no upper limit to its spread range. Note: The formation method of the White Death is unknown. It was first discovered in ... (ground flat), and the affected area at that time was square kilometers. '

'Containment Measures: In view of the special ability of the White Death, its first containment facility is a one-cubic-meter square magic-free quartz container, which can effectively block all magic power, thereby preventing the spread of the White Death. The second containment facility is the outer barrier protection light curtain of the Department of Mysterious Affairs. Although this light curtain can prevent the spread of the White Death, it is still vulnerable to the White Death's dormitory because it is made of magic power. According to experiments, the light curtain can resist the spread of the White Death for about three hours at most.'

'Additional information: There is a movable valve on the top of the first containment facility for the White Death. This valve cannot be opened by external means. It will open automatically only when the concentration of the white fog inside reaches the upper limit, releasing the White Death. The user can induce the White Death to produce a large amount of white fog by killing a large number of intelligent creatures in front of the first containment object, thereby opening the valve. In addition, the valve has a timing function. When the valve opening time approaches the upper limit of the second containment facility, the valve will automatically close, thereby preventing the White Death from continuing to spread. '

'...(Grinded flat): Those who come later, please use this power carefully, it is both a treasure and the key to open the gate of hell! '

Mike carefully read the contents on the slate, and his face was pale at this time.

He still remembers the fragment of what Dumbledore told Harry about the "door that can never be opened" in the original book. Dumbledore described it as "the power that Voldemort fears, a power called love!"

So he originally guessed that this room should be decorated with a lot of ancient spells. After all, Harry's mother used ancient magic to stop Voldemort, and Dumbledore described the spell used by Harry's mother as "the power of love." But does this thing in front of Mike really have anything to do with love?

Mike's inner feeling of complaint was about to overflow.

He never expected that there was such a dangerous thing hidden in this room!

Mike took a deep breath and rubbed his stiff facial muscles vigorously, which made the coldness in his heart ease a little.

I have to admit that the power of this thing really exceeded Mike's expectations. It can almost be called a nuclear bomb in the wizarding world. As long as it is used well, the effect it can achieve is simply amazing.

Even so, Mike had no intention of using it.

This thing is too dangerous. If it spreads out, then basically the whole of London and even the whole country will be finished!

In Mike's opinion, the best way to deal with this thing is to destroy it directly!

However, considering that it is still well placed here, it is unrealistic to do so. If it could be destroyed, the ancient sages would have done so long ago.

At this time, the people outside the door also came into the room. Like Mike, after reading the contents on the stone slab, they looked at the transparent square container in the center of the room with fear in their eyes. Some of the timid ones even left the room directly.

Mike saw the reactions of these people, but at this moment he did not blame them. Instead, he waved his hand and ordered others to start checking the entire room to see if there was anything else.

Mike gave this order purely to try his luck, but he actually got it right.

After searching for a while, the group found a few more stone slabs.

Compared with the stone tablets that record the White Death, much of the content on these stone tablets has been artificially smoothed out, but some key information still remains.

The two most intact stone tablets record the existence of two other special containment objects:
'Item code: Time Twister.'

'Danger level: XXXX.'

'Description: ...(Grinded flat) Has the ability to allow the user to travel through time...Can change the course of time, must be used under supervision...Absolutely prohibited...Unpredictable serious consequences...'

…………(ground down).

'Item code: Grimoire.'

'Danger level: XXXX.'

'Description: The Grimoire is a 2-meter-long and 50-centimeter-wide scroll, with a dirty and yellowed appearance and an unknown material (probably human skin). Anyone who opens the Grimoire to view it cannot describe the specific content depicted on it, and will suffer unknown attacks. The lighter ones will die immediately, and the heavier ones will turn into monsters (generally manifested by a large number of tentacles growing on the body or gradually transforming into the image of marine creatures). But at the same time, the viewer will also gain a piece of forbidden knowledge. At present, the only survivor who remained awake for a moment after viewing the Grimoire is... (ground flat). The following is the forbidden knowledge recorded when he was awake: Resurrection Ceremony, Bloodline Fusion Ceremony, Demon Summoning Ceremony crossed out... (ground flat)... '

…………(being smoothed out).

After reading the contents of the two stone tablets again, Mike felt as if he had discovered some incredible secret.

It seems that this world is not as simple as he imagined, and there are more dangers in the dark.

Just like those containment objects that appeared suddenly and did not seem to be man-made, Mike originally thought that the only such inexplicable thing was the White Reaper, but now it seems that there are many such things.

Maybe even the Resurrection Stone and Elder Wand in his hand were part of the containment objects, but they were just safer and could be used directly.

After all, Victor had said before that with the level of technology at the time, the Peverell family could not create treasures of the same level as the Three Deathly Hallows.

When Mike thought of this, his face turned bitter.

Because two of the contained objects have already gone missing, which means that there are more contained objects still wandering around. It would be fine if they were all of the relatively mild kind, but if a few contained objects of the same XXXXX level as the White Reaper suddenly appeared and exploded, things would get serious!
After pondering for a while, Mike raised his head and sighed with a melancholy look on his face.

He figured it out.

If the enemy comes, we will fight him with soldiers; if the water comes, we will block it with earth. Since he can't solve this problem now, he might as well put it aside for now.

Moreover, Mike speculated that the Ministers of Magic of other countries actually knew about this. After all, since the Ministry of Magic of Ying Kingdom housed a White Death, other Ministries of Magic should also house similar things.

If he fails, he can just talk to other Ministers of Magic. Anyway, with his strength as a legendary wizard, they should not refuse.

Mike finally regained his composure after figuring this out. He turned his head and looked at Benjamin and the others and said seriously:

"What happened here today needs to be kept absolutely confidential. I will erase your memory later. I hope you can understand."

Mike had raised the elderberry wand in his hand, and the magical light on it was ready to be released, which meant that he was ready to take coercive measures.

After all, having your memory erased is definitely not a pleasant thing. Mike thought that the people present would not be too cooperative.

But to his surprise, Arthur and the others actually breathed a sigh of relief.

Benjamin opened his arms and shouted to Mike:
"Come on, I don't want them to stay in my head any longer, it's torture!"

Hearing this, Mike was stunned for a moment, then he smiled brightly.

(End of this chapter)