The Department Of Mysteries Has Been Captured, And Voldemort Is Furious!

Derek Walls.

23 years old, a new recruit to the Ministry of Magic's Department of Mysteries.

The Department of Mysteries is known as the top secret department of the Ministry of Magic.

But in fact, not many people want to work here. And the reason is simple, there is no chance of getting ahead.

Now that you come to work in the Ministry of Magic, who doesn't want to be promoted to be an official of the Ministry of Magic?

There are so many departments in the Ministry of Magic where everyone has a chance to be promoted, except the Department of Mysteries.

This is the most important department of the Ministry of Magic, and it is also the most hopeless department.

But Derek was very satisfied with his job.

He is a half-blood wizard with very poor family conditions, so being able to work in the Ministry of Magic is already very satisfying.

How could he dislike any position?

Tonight, Derek was on duty in the lobby of the Department of Mysteries as usual.

Looking at several colleagues who were playing cards, he hesitated for a long time before whispering: "Gaspar, Jamil, the director said that we must be on duty seriously, especially during the recent period."

"He also said that it was..."

"A kind reminder from Dumbledore, we all know that, Derek!"

Gaspar was a middle-aged greasy man, fat, beer belly and bald is his impression to others.

But the greasy man looked at Derek impatiently at this moment, who as a newcomer, even if he is reprimanded, he can only swallow his anger.

The bell suddenly rang in the hall, reminding everyone that it was patrol time.

Derek looked at his colleagues gathered in twos and threes, and saw that they were indifferent, so he could only pick up the key and go to patrol alone.

"Heh, it's really shameful that someone who's 23-years-old has magic power comparable to that of a kid who just graduated."

"Don't say such words, Gaspar, playing cards, I don't know when I can leave this ghost place."

"Dumbledore, I think he must be going crazy, he even arranged for someone to guard this place. It's really unnecessary."

Hearing the discussion behind him, Derek walked straight into the planetary room without stopping.

The planetary room is a room full of planets, standing in it is like being in the universe.

Derek likes it here because he can forget a lot of troubles here.

For example, his low magical strength.

After about ten minutes, he walked out of the planetary room and went to the prophecy hall not far away.

The inspection of the Hall of Prophecy takes the most time.

When he came to the entrance of the prophecy hall, he looked at Director Arthur Weasley who was sleeping by the door, and couldn't bear to wake him up.

"Order of the Phoenix?" Derek whispered, looking at Arthur.

He also learned of the existence of the Order of the Phoenix from the chats of his colleagues.

He heard it was a non-governmental organization founded by Dumbledore.

"If only I could join the Order of the Phoenix..."

Derek said enviously, turned and left from the prophecy hall.

He decided to check the other rooms first and let Director Weasley get some extra sleep.

In the time room, Derek sat down in a room full of clocks and time-turners.

Looking at the interview about Lucas on the "Daily Prophet", there was a strong longing in his eyes.

It is precisely because of the flaw in his own magic power that he worships those who are powerful.

"If I can meet Mr Grindelwald one day, I could die without regret, right?"

He didn't know how long it had been when he finally walked out of the time chamber.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, his brows furrowed.

It was so quiet, the sounds of his colleagues playing cards and making jokes all disappeared which gave him a bad feeling.

"I didn't expect it to be so easy. Didn't you say that this is the top secret department of the Ministry of Magic?"

"The top secret fart is just guarding a bunch of broken prophecy balls."

A strange voice came from the hall, so Derek raised his wand and walked carefully to the end of the corridor.

Through the half-open door, the situation in the hall was clear at a glance.

Gaspar and Jamil, who were playing cards just now, were lying on the ground.

It can be seen from their frightened and lifeless eyes that the two have been dead for a long time.

Derek covered his mouth with his hands, and looked to the rest of the hall. The colleagues on duty were all on the ground at this moment.

There are a few who survived by luck, and were being tortured by a group of men in black.

Not long after, several green lights illuminated the hall of the Department of Mysteries and the few remaining officers on duty also died.

Derek covered his mouth with his hand, watching everything that happened outside in horror.

If he kept hiding like this, he might be able to save his life. But when he saw the Dark Mark drawn by the men in black, he couldn't help but exclaim.

"Who?!"

Derek didn't dare to stay, so he turned around and ran back.

He was going to find Director Arthur Weasley who might have a way to deal with the situation at hand.

But when he came to the Hall of Prophecy, he saw a big snake attacking Director Weasley.

In the end, the snake even wrapped its body around the opponent and dragged him into the prophecy hall.

"I didn't expect that there was another fish that slipped through the net. Fortunately, I found it in time."

Derek turned around and saw that the Death Eaters had already caught up.

Facing the spell flying at him, his legs trembled and he fell down to the ground.

"It turned out to be a coward, which is really boring."

"Kill him quickly, we have to go back and defend the hall to buy more time."

"Bah! Waste of time!"

Seeing the leader of the Death Eaters raise his wand, Derek closed his eyes and waited to die.

Before dying.

Instead, he was no longer afraid, on the contrary he was very relaxed. At least when he's dead, he can lighten the burden on the family a little.

The only regret is that he didn't get to meet the two great figures Lucas Grindelwald and Albus Dumbledore up close.

"Immobulus!"

A strange voice came from afar and realizing he wasn't dead yet, Derek slowly opened his eyes.

The familiar figure in the distance made him mistakenly think that he had hallucinations before his death.

Lucas Grindelwald, chairman of the Saints Group, quasi-legendary wizard, champion of the Triwizard Tournament...

He has too many titles.

Even if Derek is older than the other party, it still can't stop his worship of Lucas.

When Lucas passed those Death Eaters, he would pat each of them on the shoulder and immediately afterwards, the Death Eater would be torn apart.

"That's amazing!" Derek said in surprise.

Lucas chuckled and said, "Can you stand up? I don't know the way to the prophecy hall, please take me to save people."

"No, no problem!"

Looking at the young man who jumped up immediately, Lucas smiled kindly.

But he was quite surprised in his heart. The young man in front of him had strong magic power, at least reaching the elite Auror level.

But for some reason, most of the magic power seemed to be locked.

This actually aroused Lucas's interest, but right now it is still more important to save lives.

…

At the same time, Voldemort was looking for the orb through Nagini's eyes.

He needs to know the complete prophecy, what is the power that he does not know?

What is Dumbledore's secret weapon?

If that wasn't cleared up, his fear of Dumbledore would always be there.

Voldemort still feared Dumbledore to this day.

Even if he learned that Lucas had quasi-legendary strength at a young age, he was only more vigilant.

The proud Voldemort firmly believes that only Dumbledore is his only opponent in this world.

"Damnit!"

Voldemort suddenly opened his eyes, and a cold light flashed in the blood-red pupils.

"Why can't I find the prophecy ball, Lucius, what do you think?"

Lucius Malfoy bowed to Voldemort's side: "Master, the Department of Mysteries has always been mysterious. Could it be that there is some powerful magic in the Hall of Prophecy?"

"I think it's better if we catch someone from the Department of Mysteries, and maybe we can learn a way to find the prophecy ball from that person."

Voldemort's cold eyes softened.

"As expected of you, cunning Malfoy, then you will lead someone to do this, and bring Nagini back as well."

"As you order, master!" Lucius Malfoy turned and walked out of the room, and the sound of Apparition came from outside after a while.

Judging by the continuous sounds, Lucius brought more than a dozen people to support this time.

…

Department of Mysteries, Hall of Prophecy.

Due to excessive blood loss, Arthur Weasley's condition was already quite bad.

What's more, his neck was still tightly wrapped by a big snake. If this continues, he may stop breathing before long.

The hands that were still struggling gradually became weak and Arthur used his last bit of strength to look at the big snake in front of his head.

He had already thought of many ways he might die and the most likely thing is to die at the hands of Death Eaters.

But he never expected that he would be killed by an animal.

"Nagini, kill him and prepare to leave!"

Voldemort's voice reached the snake's mind, making it stop moving and let go of the person it had been clinging to.

Looking at Arthur Weasley, who was already half-dead, Nagini showed no mercy, stood up, opened her bloody mouth and bit the Weasley patriarch's neck.

But in the nick of time, a sword with a cold light flew from a distance and Lucas' figure then appeared beside Arthur Weasley.