Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

The sounds Evan heard earlier were the voices of the wizards on the screen, echoing throughout the entire Atrium.

To his surprise, the person being interviewed now was an acquaintance of Evan: Mr. Weasley.

Or to be more precise, it was Mr. Weasley eighteen years later.

He looked much older, a little fatter, no longer as thin, and his head was completely bald, but his face still bore the familiar smile Evan remembered.

In the broadcast, he was identified as the Head of the Muggle Liaison Office, which was a very important department. He was talking about his views on the proposal to abolish the pure-blood ideology and the privileges of pure-blood Wizarding families. “I fully support the proposal put forward by the Minister. The Wizarding World has reached a point where reform is necessary. Many ancient traditions and laws are no longer suitable for the development of the times. In the past…”

“The current Minister of Magic likes Muggles!” Delphi said disdainfully.

“That’s awful,” said Riddle without hesitation, looking at the picture of Mr. Weasley. “It makes me sick.”

“I think so too, but don’t say such things here, Tom. People might hear you. Now the reformists have the upper hand in the Ministry of Magic. They advocate cooperation with Muggles, restricting the rights of pure-blood Wizarding families, and opening up the Wizarding World.”

“Cooperation with Muggles … these people are insane!”

Evan didn’t join their conversation. Besides Mr. Weasley, he was also curious about the futures of other people.

Moreover, the Atrium of the Ministry of Magic in front of him gave him an unprecedented sense of novelty.

Here, he could clearly feel the progress of the times, the rapid development of both magic and technology. He felt like an antique in the present setting.

Considering the timeline, it was now about eighteen years after the Battle of the Ministry of Magic, around 2015…

The speed of technological development of Muggles was quite fast, and it had begun to affect the Wizarding World in turn.

The impact of civilizations, the combination of technology and magic, had become the current trend.

Along the way, the wizards Evan saw were dressed much more fashionably. They held strange devices in their hands, and complex operating patterns and human figures shot out from the screen and appeared in front of them. The wizards pointed and talked on it, or talked to the images.

The style was completely disrupted; this was not the Wizarding World Evan was familiar with—it had a somewhat sci-fi feel.

In addition, there were many devices that Evan could not name. They were placed in the corners of the hall and in the corridors for wizards to use.

But the core had not changed. Wands were still needed to operate these machines.

The magic in the air was intricate. These devices that looked like machines were all exuding traces of magic.

“This way, Evan; the fireplace is on the lower floor. We need to take this escalator,” Delphi said.

“Where are we going later?”

“Well, Knockturn Alley, you two know that place, don’t you?” Delphi asked.

“Obviously, it’s a gathering place for Dark wizards. It’s very dangerous there.”

“It’s also safe. The power of the Ministry of Magic has not yet fully penetrated there. We can find a good hiding place and buy what we need to conceal our identities for the next step.”

Although Delphi was only fifteen years old, she was already a Dark witch.

Given her background, that was not surprising. Evan even wondered if she had the Dark Mark on her arm.

The escalator slowly descended to the lower floor of the main hall, which was the entrance to the Ministry of Magic.

This part was much more familiar to Evan, with a highly polished, dark wood floor, and a peacock-blue ceiling inlaid with gleaming golden symbols that were continually moving and changing.

The walls on each side were panelled in shiny dark wood and had many gilded fireplaces set into them.

Every few seconds a witch or wizard would emerge from one of the left-hand fireplaces with a soft whoosh.

On the right-hand side, short queues of wizards were forming before each fireplace, waiting to depart.

The Ministry of Magic did not make too many changes to this part of the entrance. It just hung a huge chandelier that was glittering and magnificent in the center, and then there was the escalator that Evan and his team had just descended, which was extended by space magic.

They passed the reception desk, where a Ministry employee was engrossed in reading a newspaper and didn’t notice the three of them.

Evan was very happy to see that he was reading Hogwarts Magic

The front page featured a series of headlines, the most eye-catching of which was a commentary on the proposal to abolish the privileges of pure-blood wizards. Below that was a row of subheadings, such as the integration of technology and magic, the social problems caused by the influx of North African witchcraft into Europe, the upcoming Quidditch World Cup, etc.

Lower down was a picture that Evan couldn’t make out clearly, but the person speaking looked a bit like Hermione…

In front of each fireplace stood a house-elf dressed like a goblin.

They tried hard to smile, bowing constantly as they guided visitors or tossed Floo powder into the flames.

“We will meet at Borgin and Burkes in Knockturn Alley,” Delphi whispered. “I’ll go ahead and wait for you there.”

A house-elf sprinkled a handful of Floo powder for her, and the flames turned emerald green, and she walked in and disappeared.

“Sir,” the house elf bowed respectfully, looking at Evan and Riddle with big eyes.

Riddle ignored the elf, not in a hurry to follow.

“The two of us should talk,” he said briskly. “I need to be certain when we can go back.”

“That’s a good question!” Evan took out the Time-Turner and looked at it. The dial looked like It was a timer, and the only hand on it was motionless. “I can’t understand this thing…”

“Can’t this hand be adjusted manually?” Riddle leaned in for a closer look.

“No,” Evan tapped it with his wand, but there was no reaction. “This Time-Turner is not under my control. According to my last experience, it should take us back once a certain amount of magic energy is depleted, but this magic…”

“So there’s a chance we might not go back,” Riddle concluded. “If that’s the case, getting that new Time-Turner is essential. And do you know why we arrived at this particular time? Is there some special significance?”

“Not sure,” Evan lowered his head and studied the Time-Turner carefully. There was no magic reaction on it.

He had come into contact with a Time-Turner from Hermione, and it was completely different from this one.

Since he couldn’t manually adjust the hand to set the desired time, Evan initially thought it was the amount of input energy that determined the travel. But now it seemed that wasn’t the case either.

Evan didn’t know much about time magic, and this particular Time-Turner was a complete mystery. Everything about it was puzzling.

Riddle didn’t have a clue, knowing even less than Evan.

To figure everything out, they would either need to consult Cronos, the Titan of Time, or find Rowena Ravenclaw herself…

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