It was a cold and dirty alley with only a few dilapidated offices, a closed tavern and a full dump truck.

Beside a messy wall, leaning against a shabby red telephone booth, several pieces of glass on it disappeared.

"Well, obviously, I've never been to the Ministry of Magic." Brian said, "Are you going to show yourself through a telephone booth? Phantoms? Or find a toilet to flush yourself?" He asked for his future self-interest.

"I think there is no harm in being a polite visitor." A future Brian said with a smile. He turned into a beautiful witch with a good figure through compound decoctions, and he always had a teasing smell when he smiled.

"Okay." Brian said indifferently. He knew that only senior officials of the Ministry of Magic who had registered their identities and wands were allowed to enter the Ministry of Magic through Phantom. As for the visitor access of the telephone booth and the lower employee access of the toilet toilet, there was little difference.

Brian walked into the phone booth and a group of people squeezed in. He reached out and picked up the microphone and dialed the number 62442 on the dial.

As the dial turned back to its original position, a cold female voice rang out from the phone booth: "Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please say your name and do things."

"Galod Geller, the Department of Mysterious Affairs, needs to return to the department to report urgently for work matters. Visitors with him: Beat Mullen, Loren Pole..." Brian reported nine names from the man in black robe and Chabini in a row, "Investigate important figures in the experiment and conduct emergency work reports together."

This reason is a common excuse for the Death School to enter the Ministry of Magic, and the Ministry of Magic will release it because the Department of Mystery is highly confidential.

"Thank you," said the indifferent woman's voice, "guest, please pick up the badge and don't be in front of your clothes."

Brian picked up several square silver badges and distributed them. He pinned the badge with the words "Galaude Geller, Emergency Mission" on his chest.

"Guests from the Ministry of Magic, you need to be inspected at the security checkpoint and register your wand. The security checkpoint is located at the end of the main hall."

The ground of the telephone booth trembled and then slowly sank. Soon, they sank into the ground.

"Ministry hopes you have a good day." After the woman finished speaking, the door of the phone booth suddenly opened.

Ten people walked out of the telephone booth, and in front of them was a magnificent hall, with shiny golden symbols embedded on the peacock blue ceiling. In the middle is a fountain, and a pure gold statue stands in the middle, carved with male witches, witches, horsemen, goblins and house elves.

The hall seemed empty, only a wizard was lying down and napping on a table at the end of the hall, and a sign with the words "Safety Check" stood beside the table.

"Oh, what's the situation?" The wizard saw a group of people coming over and rubbed his eyes sleepily, "Galod, have you brought so many people here again?"

The wizard raised a long golden rod and was about to conduct a security check.

"I'm in a hurry, Eric. Can you stop doing these forms?" Brian said with an impatient look on his face.

"Oh, that won't work...you know, this is a rule, a rule..." the wizard muttered, "It's so hard to be on the night shift."

"Yes, there will always be more difficult things." Brian said regretfully: "The soul is out of his body."

The wizard looked stunned and said, "No problem, there is no problem..." He operated on the machine next to him, confirmed that it was safe and released, and then lie on the table and went to sleep.

The Brians walked through the golden fence gate and entered a lift. Brian knocked on the ninth button, and the fence gate slammed and the lift began to land.

The elevator slowly landed on the ninth floor underground, and the cold female voice said: "Mysterious Things Division."

Ten people walked out of the elevator and entered the corridor with torches lit. There was a completely black door in front of them.

"Let's lead the way." Brian said. He didn't know how to go.

The witch Brian strode forward and pushed open the black door in front of him. A group of people walked past the threshold and entered a large circular room.

"He's in the Hall of Death." The witch Brian said in a numb voice.

She glanced at the twelve exactly the same doors surrounded by the black stone wall around her, ran towards one without hesitation, and pushed it straight away.

Inside is a huge rectangular room with dim light and sunken in the middle, forming a huge stone pit about twenty feet deep. The room is surrounded by rows of steps of stone benches, much like a circular theater.

In the middle of the stone pit is a tall stone platform, with the stone arch that made Brian feel extremely familiar. He has seen it more than once in his dreams and reality, but this is the first time he has seen its entity.

At this time, the stone platform was not empty. There were three people standing in front of the arch, and the man in the center was spreading his arms as if he was praying devoutly.

At this time, all three of them turned around and looked at the Brians who came in.

Brian quickly jumped off the rows of stone benches and came to the bottom of the platform. He looked at the stone arch, and there seemed to be a murmuring sound inside, which made him feel the urge to walk in immediately.

With great perseverance, Brian restrained this impulse and looked at the man in the middle, which was Elliott Tanat. He was looking at Brian with that young but very vicissitudes of eyes.

"Has it been successful?" Tanat said softly, "Surbruce has returned to sleep."

"Successfully...?" Brian just said a word, and the Brians behind him had already begun to release the spell to Tanat, making the words in Brian swallow.

Several mirrors floated around Tanat, resisting the spell that was shot, and bounced them back.

Brian had to look a little embarrassed and avoid the spell. The Brians behind him had already scattered.

For the first time in Brian's life, he felt like he was being cheated by himself.

"It really failed..." Tanat said quietly, "So, are you Brian Fley? Who are the rest?"

At this time, figures appeared on the stone benches around them one after another. There were about a dozen of them, all wearing black robes, coming towards the center of the stone pit.

"Galod is dead, of course, I already know, died because he violated his oath." Tanat said regretfully, "and my loyal disciples of death... It's so regretful."

"But what made you break into here so recklessly?" Tanat grinned, "What gives you courage? Ignorance and ignorance?"

The surrounding Brians were extremely cruelly placing spells, and the mirror beside Tanat broke into cracks. Several other men in black robes met and stopped them.

"I just don't want to contact you in person... Of course, since you sent yourself to me, I can't solve you by yourself." The mirror beside Tanat broke open, and he pulled out his magic wand and recited the spell, and gray-white mist floated in front of him.

The two people around him also joined the battle and each faced a Bryan.

Tanat continued to wave his wand, and the gray-white mist turned into giant snakes with fangs, attacking the Bryans.

A Brian casually led his enemy into the fog snake. The man screamed and turned into a grayish-white sculpture, which fell to the ground and turned into a pile of powder.

Tanat's target was Brian, and several fog snakes were besieging him, cold but extremely hot, making him extremely uncomfortable.

"All curses are over!" A golden light met a fog snake, causing it to disappear during its struggle, but several other fog snakes changed shapes and surrounded Brian.

"All mantras end."
Chapter completed!