bookbashuk Chapter 419 Overtaking on a Curve! Director: What do you mean by saying the newcomer has achieved a
Chapter 419 Overtaking on a Curve! Director: What do you mean by saying the newcomer has achieved a
Chapter 419 Overtaking on a Curve! Director: What do you mean by saying the newcomer has achieved a breakthrough?
Follow the instructions of the Director of the Department of Mysterious Affairs.
Ethan walked past a group of hurried researchers, curiously observing them.
No one realized that the culprit who had plunged the entire Secret Affairs Department into "overtime hell" was passing them by.
That's right.
The one who entered the Department of Mysteries as a "paratrooper" was none other than the Dark Lord, whom the Ministry of Magic had been keeping a close watch on.
Ethan Vincent Benson.
"Professor Slughorn's connections are truly powerful; he even managed to get into the Ministry of Magic... or perhaps, this place was already riddled with problems?"
Ethan touched the mask on his face, pondering to himself.
This mask was adapted from "Professor Norn," who originally intended to present a "sunny, smiling" image to the world.
But under Professor Slughorn's threat, "If you wear this mask, I'll drink the water of death on the spot!"
Ethan had no choice but to compromise.
"Honestly, older people just don't have good taste."
Ethan sighed softly.
"Look at this altered face, nobody even notices me! Sigh~ I can only let them appreciate the beauty of art after my identity is revealed."
Thinking this way.
Ethan walked to the end of the corridor, to a cramped and deserted corner.
I looked up and saw the simple door in front of me.
There was a sign on it, which was obviously put up temporarily.
He wrote crookedly with ink:
[13 Departments Researching Light Sources]
A faint smell of burning wafted from under the door.
"Knock knock."
Ethan bent his fingers and politely knocked twice on the door.
Followed by.
A joyful cry came from inside: "Merlin! Finally, someone's here! Help!! Cough, cough cough!"
As soon as I pushed open the door, a thick cloud of smoke rushed out!
What came into view was a scene of charred remains from an explosion.
The floor and walls were covered in black residue and stuck with an unknown liquid.
Books, papers, test tubes, and instruments were blown to bits. The already small research room was a complete mess, as if a tornado had swept through.
Ethan lowered his gaze and saw a charred human figure on the floor.
He reached out his trembling hand, his eyes shining with the joy of finally being saved.
"Help, help me..."
Ethan raised an eyebrow: "I didn't know the Department of Mysteries had an entertainment room."
The charred black figure: ?
Ethan slowly backed away, a look of apology on his face: "Sorry to bother you, have fun."
"Hmm, a great explosion to relax your muscles and bones. The people here really know how to enjoy themselves."
Ethan nodded thoughtfully, seemingly appreciative.
The charred black figure: ? ? ?
Seeing that Ethan was really about to leave, she shouted with all her might and overflowing with sarcasm, "Please, cast a healing spell on me! Who would treat an explosion as a joke?!"
Is this guy really out of his mind?!
A moment later.
Sasha stood in the now-tidy research room, pushed up her thick round glasses, glanced at the person in front of her, and whispered, "Th-thank you...you use magic really well."
"My name is Sasha Moss. I joined the department two months ago, and I'm responsible for researching the lighting issues of the curtain door!"
"You must be the new recruit sent by the director? Welcome! We can do research together!"
She grinned and gave a bright smile.
As if he had forgotten what had just happened, Oki extended his hand in a friendly manner.
Ethan returned the handshake, saying kindly, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Sasha."
This "senior" looks very young.
It also carried a kind of innocent naiveté, probably because it had only recently graduated.
She is petite, lively and cute, with messy golden-brown hair and thick round glasses.
Around her neck, she wore a uniquely shaped flute-like pendant.
Sasha put her hands on her hips, puffed out her meager chest, and said proudly, "Hmph, we're going to make something of ourselves and surprise the other researchers! Uh, but..."
She looked at the newly cleaned laboratory, her spirits dampened again, and she scratched her head sheepishly.
"There's still a long way to go before we achieve anything significant... hehehe."
"Hmm."
Ethan remained noncommittal.
Glancing at a charcoal-black stone on the table, the lingering magic was clearly visible.
The fusion of serpentine and refined lava, combined with fire spells, glow spells... and time magic?
The reaction between time magic and fire spells turned it into a time bomb.
No wonder it was blown to smithereens.
It seems this Miss Sasha isn't a Ravenclaw.
Ethan shook his head, put his hand in his pocket, and stroked a warm light.
—That's material that dropped from Death itself, [Spark of Corpse].
With proper processing, it can become the best light source for exploring the inner veil of knowledge.
Sorry, fellow researchers who have worked so hard.
He's going to overtake on a curve.
Let's work together.
Ethan's eyes curved slightly as he spoke calmly.
Despite her unremarkable appearance, Sasha couldn't help but pause for a moment.
I have a really strong presence in front of me.
Somewhat, like the "Ethan Vincent" she saw in the newspaper.
However, this rising dark wizard is probably busy causing destruction everywhere.
How could they possibly appear so openly and brazenly in the Ministry of Magic?
"...Merlin, I hope this time we can find my brother's whereabouts."
Sasha stroked the flute-shaped pendant around her neck, closed her eyes, and murmured almost imperceptibly.
Two weeks later.
Department of Mysteries, Director's Office.
It was still shrouded in smoke.
Kroc crossed his legs on his desk and slumped in his chair.
With a pipe dangling from his lips, he stared intently at the reports from various departments, his brow furrowed so deeply it could trap a fly.
"One department proposed using plant light instead of mineral light... but the plants die when they enter the curtain? The second department thinks bio-electricity is feasible, as long as they sign a life-or-death pact with the fairies??"
"What the heck?!"
Kroc threw down the report, took two big drags on his pipe, and felt his high blood pressure spike.
"Damn it, there's been no progress at all... I don't even know when Ethan broke in. The people upstairs are still racking their brains."
For some reason, Kroc thought of the newcomer he had recently sent to Sasha's side.
"I wonder if that newcomer is still alive... Ha, I hope those two weren't blown up together?"
Director Crocker chuckled, his brows immediately darkening.
She murmured, "Sasha Moss, you haven't given up on your brother yet... So many years have passed, there's no way anyone who entered the veil could still be alive!"
Even if they're still alive, who knows what they've become?
Both Sasha Moss and the newcomer got in through connections, to some extent.
The former is related to one of the biggest "scandals" of the Bureau of Mysteries.
Kroc sighed heavily: "...Anyway, just don't cause me any trouble."
Just then.
A series of noisy footsteps approached rapidly from outside the door!
With a loud bang, the door was smashed open, and he tumbled and crawled inside!
The researcher, panting heavily, glared at the director, his words slurred, and shouted, "Department 10, Section 13—Sasha and that newcomer—Krock's heart skipped a beat."
She abruptly pulled her foot back, stood up, and stared intently at the researcher: "What happened? Explain yourself!"
Has something really happened? Did the explosion damage other departments as well?
Damn it! We should have rejected that newcomer from the start!
Krock swallowed hard, a bead of cold sweat trickling down his forehead.
...If an accident occurs and slows down the research progress, he might as well find a Babo tuber and smash it to his death.
"They—they—" the researcher took a deep breath, then shouted with delight, "They've invented a stable light source that can enter the veil!!"
Upon hearing this...
Chief Crocker's heart immediately sank back to normal.
He waved his hand dismissively, saying, "Oh, so you've invented a light source. I thought something terrible had happened..."
"Um?"
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