Chapter 340: The First Prophecy

"Let me find someone out of millions of people in London who used to pretend to be you?" Tom rubbed Nelson's forehead with the back of his hand, "Did that Shafik use Veritaserum on you?"

"What?"

"Don't you know? Veritaserum can make people stupid," Tom shrugged, explaining. We don't know whether he is male or female, old or young, or even human, why don't you sleep now and make a prophecy?"

"Didn't you use the magic of finding people before?"

"Are you dead?" Tom said helplessly. "Only blood can find it."

"I'll think about it again. I already have some doubts. If I don't find out this guy, I won't sleep well." Nelson nodded and said, "Today's trial is very problematic."

"Yeah, big," said Tom, taking Nelson's words. "If I were to plant a crime on you, I wouldn't let you off so easily. Look at this trial. I can only see a full It is the prejudiced old man who is trying to argue, but he is obviously the one being used, and his embarrassment is only because you did not move after committing a crime in the subway station. If there is follow-up evidence, then in this tense They're enough to knock you out of the dust when you're there."

"When you're nervous?" Nelson scratched his head. "I'm a little tight. I don't know what happened. Is the situation serious?"

"Not serious," Tom smiled, and handed over a newspaper folded into the size of a wallet. "It's serious when the incident is about to happen, but it's not the case now, because it has already happened."

Nelson took over the newspaper. It was a Muggle tabloid founded after the war. People just need it to relieve anxiety. On the first page of the newspaper, an article called "Magician found in Charing Cross Road, is our world held by deep forces?" "The lace news was published in a dignified manner.

"Can this kind of news be reported? Could it be that the working ability of the amnestic write-off office is so bad?" Nelson took a breath and said happily, "Fortunately, only this kind of tabloid published this news , you see, it fits perfectly in 'A Silence', and if the wizarding world were really revealed to the world at this time, I can't imagine what would happen to the residents of London."

"Gnar, have you ever thought that only the tabloids published the news? It may not mean that only the tabloids know the news. Before I came here, I talked with the doctor who stayed at the school. St. Mungo has admitted thousands of Muggle patients. And this number is still increasing, I believe those big newspapers must have noticed something, if they think it is just a joke, they will keep you silent." Tom chuckled and said, "What's more, isn't this what you said? Expected? Isn't it just right?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down," Nelson nervously pulled Tom against the wall of the corridor, looked around, and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that there were no pedestrians in the corridor, but he still took out his wand and drew around , then whispered, "But I don't expect this way, I don't want the first contact to be like a passerby in the zoo who strays into the penguin house—"

"I understand," said Tom, pulling himself off the wall and taking Nelson's wrist. "This is the Ministry of Magic."

"Yeah." Nelson straightened the folds on his collar and walked back to the corridor again.

There is no way to go directly to the Wizengamot on the ground floor. Tom and Nelson walked side by side in the narrow corridor. Fortunately, no one came from the opposite side. The space is quite ample. Walk along the corridor and pass several doors with similar styles. The two finally reached the stairs.

"Do you know what's up there?" asked Tom coquettishly, his quivering eyebrows saying "Ask me, ask me."

"The Department of Mysteries, a newly established department, or rather, a department with an office for the first time," Nelson replied helplessly, "they are researching in the mysterious magic, and there are some strange things, Tom, Don't forget, I've seen the blueprints for this building."

"Well," Tom curled his lips in disappointment, "do you know what they're doing?"

"The wizards who work here are called the Silent Men, and nothing they do will be disclosed to others," Nelson looked at the excited expression on Tom's face, and thought that this was really suffocating for the child, so he could only say with a smile, "Don't you know, Tom? I'm all ears."

"I only know the contents of one of the rooms. Parkinson's father told me yesterday when he came to pick him up," Tom said happily. "It's full of prophecy balls."

"The prophecy ball?" Nelson shook his head. "That thing, just have fun watching it. If you really believe it, you may be played to death by yourself."

After all, he set foot on the stairs leading to the upper floor.

Tom chased after him and said, "I've been curious for a long time. You are obviously a prophet, but why don't you believe it?"

"I've explained it many times," Nelson said, "What the prophet sees is not the complete future. Destiny will always leave life for those who can't see through it, and set traps for self-righteous people. If you are familiar with the history of magic , you will know that none of the famous prophets in history will end well.”

"Including Grindelwald? Did you see that?"

"..."

Seeing that Nelson was silent, Tom asked again, "Including you?"

"So I will never be swayed by those phantoms that I see. In this world, there are too many forces that make us daunting." Nelson shook his head and walked up the top stairs. "Tom, do you know? I I do know a lot of things, but more things have changed because of my heart, fate is the strongest thing in this world, the more you believe in it, the stronger it is, but if you scoff at it, well, it Will always be a weak joke."

Tom has doubts about all authority, but he is superstitious about fate. Nelson understands that this may also have something to do with him, but this kind of thinking is undoubtedly dangerous. There is a proverb circulating in Ilvermorny: "When you are curious When the spider spins its silk, you are already in the web."

Nelson stood at the top of the stairs, looking at Tom below, with a blue light in his eyes, which was very conspicuous in the dark corridor.

"Tom, I would like to share with you the future I see, but we can see if it will be changed," he smiled, and changed into a serious tone, "The Dark Lord will use his His thoughts and unparalleled power swept the world and changed everything, and the only one who could fight against him was his blood-bound lover, but his resistance failed, and the two parallel worlds will be squeezed together by the Dark Lord's hand."

Tom stared wide-eyed and looked at the back of Nelson's head, where the light of fate seemed to shine. His eyes were a little enchanted and full of trust.

"You mean Grindelwald..." Even the somewhat "superstitious" Tom rejected this prophecy.

"Tom, don't you think that everything I do is meaningless? Don't you think that the goals you set a few years ago will not be achieved?" Nelson was very relaxed. He was talking nonsense at the beginning, "The point is not prophecy content, but whether we can change it."

"very good!"

A drake-like male voice suddenly sounded behind Nelson. Tom looked in the direction of the voice, and saw the "Light of Destiny" behind Nelson's head tremble suddenly, and then gradually separated from Nelson.

"Luminescent flashes." Tom shook his wand silently, and it illuminated a man behind Nelson with a mournful face holding a crystal ball—the so-called "light of destiny" was emitted by that crystal ball.

He walked out from behind Nelson, and said with a bitter face, "Sir, you have increased our workload for nothing."

"You are?" Nelson took a step forward, leaping down the stairs, wand raised.

"Let me introduce myself," the man said, holding up the crystal ball and spreading his other empty palm, "My name is Boggart. This is not a fake name, but my father gave it to me. I don't know why. it is not important……"

His dejected face was in stark contrast to his chattering way of speaking, and he took a closer look at Nelson, who was even more sad, with a cry in his voice, "Mr. Williams, I am the silent man you just said. "

"What did you hear?" Nelson put his other hand behind his back and swung the other wand from his sleeve.

"I've heard it all since the Department of Mysteries," he said, holding up his hands, "but the Reticent will keep silent about everything...but I have to say, your attitude towards prophecy is simply wonderful!"

"Am I right?" Nelson pouted at Tom.

"The problem is here..." Bogut's voice became more sad, "I can reveal a small part of the purpose of our research is indeed related to what you said, we have done countless experiments, after countless After Qing's verification, I finally got a result... Your attitude is very brave, but you may be wrong."

"Wrong?" Nelson suddenly panicked, "Then why do you say it's good?"

"I think you should understand," Boggart raised the prophecy ball in his hand, and the soft silver mist in the crystal exuded a gentle white light, "Mr. Williams, you made an amazing prophecy!"

"Gnar," said Tom softly, swallowing, "what did you say?"

"I didn't say anything."

"You can't pretend that nothing happened just now." Tom's expression was very complicated, and almost all emotions could be found on his face at the moment.

"I said it casually." Nelson scratched his head. "To be honest, I was just kidding you."

"Mr. Williams," Boggart said, "Let me say a digression. Most of the prophets in the world make their predictions inadvertently. Look, the prediction ball is lit."

"It's just a glass ball."

"it--"

"Okay!" Nelson's voice echoed in the corridors of the tenth and ninth floors underground. Boggart shrank his neck and pinched the prophecy ball with two fingers, like a hot potato, "You are the silent man Well, you should be silent."

"I...Mr. Williams," Bogut carefully put the prophecy ball into his pocket, realizing that Nelson was asking him to leave at the door of his office, but he didn't refute anything, just took off his hat, and asked Nelson deeply Bowed, and then quickly walked into the darkness behind him, it was a very simple corridor, but it made Nelson panicked, "My son is also studying at Hogwarts, thank you for saving him .”

"You're welcome."

Nelson said to the darkness with a straight face and without any ups and downs. He realized that the lie he just fabricated might cause unexpected big trouble.

"Come on, Tom." Nelson patted Tom on the shoulder and said, "You see, superstitious people end up as delusional as he is."

Tom followed him up the stairs expressionlessly, staring at the darkness deep in the corridor leading to the Department of Mysteries. Under the guidance of the lighting spell, the two quickly found the elevator leading upstairs. Tom went in and tapped his wand on the landing next to the elevator door.

"Visitor Mr. Nelson Wertning Williams, hello," said an emotionless female voice from the elevator, "please inform your entourage, destination and reason for your visit."

"Tom Marvolo Riddle," Nelson said towards the top of the elevator, "call on Minister of Magic Nobby Rich to receive the Triwizard Tournament bonus and the reward for defeating Second Salem."

"Destination, the basement floor, the Minister's Office," the female voice said calmly, "Welcome and wish you a good day."

"Thank you, but you already said it once when I came here." Nelson leaned weakly against the inner wall.

"The suggestion has been stored, thank you for your interest in the work of the Ministry of Magic, I wish you a good day."

Nelson ignored her. At the top of the elevator, the counter on the left flipped to one, and the counter on the right quickly decremented from nine.

"Tom, Zweig's workmanship is not bad." Nelson patted Tom's shoulder, which was motionless, and said with a dry smile, "Let me tell you, although he may make trouble for me, if I want to build a house in the future, I still have to do it." We have to find him."

"Yeah." Tom replied.

"I heard that Nobby Rich is still waiting for Professor Sykes to go to the Department of International Affairs to take the Floo Network," Nelson said again, "If I ask you, Professor Sykes has predicted his prediction this time." Sentence."

"Yeah." Tom replied again.

"I asked Martha to help us make clothes. She has been studying tailoring for the past few years. I don't know how the craft is, but I think it should be pretty good," Nelson continued, "I heard that you asked her how to sew clothes? Yes For Chrissy's hat?"

"Yeah." Tom still only responded.

Seeing that Tom became only "hmm", Nelson panicked. He raised his hand and waved in front of Tom, but Tom still didn't respond.

Fortunately, this journey was very lucky, no one else took the elevator, and soon, the emotionless female voice sounded again.

"Tenth floor, here we are, I wish you a good day."

"Tom, it's here." Nelson raised his hands and patted Tom's ear vigorously. "Three hundred Galleons, and an extra bonus! Don't you want it?"

"Gnar," Tom suddenly raised his head, his eyes glowing red, "you only predicted Dumbledore's defeat, didn't you?"

"I don't think Dumbledore will necessarily fail." Swearing to the chocolate frog card, Nelson was confident at first, but after what happened just now, he also began to become uncertain.

"So," Tom rubbed his eyes, his whole body suddenly returned to normal, "so the follow-up plot is still unknown, isn't it?"

"Oh! Let me see who's coming!"

A warm greeting came from the front, and Nobby Rich had actually been waiting outside the elevator early. He grabbed the shoulders of the two of them from left to right, interrupting the conversation.