Ministry of Magic.

In the underground room, a warm fire crackled and burned vigorously. The space isolated by the oak door was silent. Chloe hugged her knees and sat in front of a crystal ball, as she had done most this week, like a divination person.

Witch.

Through the magic crystal ball placed on the table mat, you can know the weather outside. If it snows outside, the crystal ball will snow; if it is sunny outside, the crystal ball will mean sunny day.

This is the only way she can get information these days.

The oak door to the room was pushed open, and Nicole Flamel came to her with a cane in one hand and a cup of hot cocoa in the other hand, and handed the cocoa in her hand to her.

"Do you like watching snow?"

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Chloe took the hot cocoa and said gloomily: "I like sunny days."

"How about I take you to the tropical beach after a while." Nicoléme sat tremblingly beside her, holding the silver crutch with both hands.

"I do not understand."

Chloe said directly.

"What don't you understand?"

"Why have we been staying at the Ministry of Magic?" Chloe asked with some confusion, holding the steaming cup, "Why don't you take me home? After so many years, do your parents not want to see me at all?"

Seeing Chloe's serious look, the smile on Nico Flamel's old face faded a little. He shook his head and sighed slightly: "You're not home yet, my dear."

"I...isn't my home right here, in London?"

"No, our home is far away," the old man said.

Chloe looked at him with confusion, completely ignoring what he meant.

"Ah, this...forget it, let's not talk about this for now."

Nicoléme waved his hand and took out a wooden box tremblingly from behind. "Christmas is coming, and I have a gift I want to give you."

He slowly opened the wooden box and saw a transparent crystal necklace lying quietly in the box. It was hexagonal in shape and engraved with dense and strange patterns, which instantly looked beautiful.

Chloe looked at the wooden box and her eyes lit up. She had never seen such a beautiful necklace.

"Come on, give it a try."

Nicoléme tremblingly took out the necklace from the box and put it on Chloe's neck.

Chloe felt cold all over and shivered. She looked at her chest, as if she was wearing a necklace made of ice.

"What's this?"

she asked her great-great-great-grandfather curiously.

"This is a gadget I made in my spare time."

The old man winked at the girl playfully. He pressed Chloe's chest and held her collar tightly: "Remember, no matter what happens, don't let anyone see this necklace."

His appearance made Chloe even more confused. Since she came back, Nico Flamel has kept her in an underground room in the Ministry of Magic, not letting her go out, let alone contact anyone.

.But if she is not allowed to see anyone, what is the point of wearing a necklace?

She touched the hard object on her chest and asked with some uncertainty: "Do you know something, but don't want to tell me?"

"Yeah, I'll tell you when you get home."

At this time, there was a knock on the door behind him, and Nicoléme answered the door.

The door opened.

Chloe heard a man ask in a hoarse, tired voice at the door: "Is she ready?"

"Always be prepared."

Nicolas Flamel replied, and then he shouted to Chloe: "Someone is here to see you, Chloe."

She quickly stood up, but standing outside the door was a young man wearing a black cloak.

At first glance, her reaction was that this man was so handsome. But upon closer inspection, she immediately felt otherwise. This man was completely the opposite of her grandfather. He wore a brand-new bowler hat and had

He had an extremely beautiful face with pointed ears, like an elf from a fairy tale. But his dull blue eyes looked extremely lifeless, like a dying old man.

"This is Minister De Lacese."

Nico Flamel was not surprised at all. He stepped aside and said to Chloe: "Why don't you say hello quickly."

Minister of Magic?

This was an unexpected appearance. She had always thought that such executives would start their career in at least their forties or fifties, but this person looked like she was about the same age.

Chloe looked at Nico Flamel. She could clearly detect a strong disgust in her grandfather's eyes, but he maintained a friendly smile on his face.

Out of politeness, she bowed to the other party in a ladylike manner.

The other party also took off his hat, bent down slightly, and said in a lifeless voice: "Hello."

Chloe could see that the man's hair was a rare pure silver.

After bowing, the man said to Nicoléme: "Have other things been arranged?"

"It's all arranged."

Nico Flamel replied.

"Then come over."

The man waved to Chloe, as if gesturing for her to come with him.

Chloe looked at her great-great-great-grandfather in confusion, but he just smiled and said: "Go and do Minister de Lasese a favor. I will take you to the beach tomorrow. Remember my words, don't

Fear."

Before Chloe could say anything, Nico Flamel turned away and pushed her out the door. She pushed her to Fatir who was standing outside the door.

"Let's go." Fatir said.

Then he pulled her confused and walked forward.

Chloe, who turned around three times, seemed to hear the sound of glass breaking inside the door.

"What do you want me to do for you?"

she asked the Minister for Magic.

"I'll tell you when I get there."

The Minister of Magic said this, and took her into an elevator. With a jingling sound and a clicking sound, the golden fence door gently slid open, and the two of them went up the elevator.

There were no people in the Ministry of Magic on Christmas night, and there wasn't much light. You could only hear a cold female voice constantly reminding you of the names of the floors.

"The seventh floor, the Department of Magical Games and Sports, includes the British and Irish Quidditch League Headquarters, the official Gobstone Club and the Office of Patent for Funny Products."

.......

"The sixth floor, the Department of Magical Transportation, includes the Floo Network Administration, the Broomstick Management and Control Bureau, the Portkey Office and the Apparition Testing Center."

.......

"The third level, the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, includes the team for reversing accidental magical events, the memory cancellation command and the Muggle Issues Mediation Committee."

...

"The second level is the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, including the Office for the Prohibition of Abuse of Magic, the Auror Command and the Wizengamot Administration."

...

Only when passing through those floors, the firelight would occasionally illuminate their faces, and Chloe would secretly observe Fatir. This man was very taciturn, and for almost a moment she felt that he was somewhat similar to Hoffa.

, because Hoffa didn’t speak much during most of the journey back. However, he didn’t have the vitality of that young man, and only had a sense of decadence and death.”

With a soft ding-dong sound, the elevator landed on the top floor.

"First floor, Office of the Minister of Magic, International Affairs Conference Hall."

Fatir walked out of the golden iron fence expressionlessly and opened a black iron door in a dark corridor.

The room was dark, and the furnishings in the room could not be seen at all. This made Chloe a little uneasy. She thought of the room where her blood was drawn by Mance, and there seemed to be something invisible in the darkness of this room.

The huge creature was swimming slowly.

The man pressed her down on the chair, then waved his wand and lit a candle, only one.

Then he sat down on the table behind the candle and crossed his fingers.

"Did Hoffabach tell you why he wanted to send you back?"

he asked dully.

"Hey, you know?"

Chloe was startled and a little excited: "Speaking of which, I've always been surprised. He just doesn't seem to want to tell me the real reason."

"so......"

The man muttered something, and stared at Chloe in the distance with his blue dead fish eyes without blinking. After wandering for a moment, he said seriously: "I have a daughter who is as old as you. Speaking of which, I have
To be continued...