"I just went out to get something," Robert replied casually.
Morris found his reaction somewhat strange.
Maybe I'm just in a bad mood?
"What happened?" he asked sharply.
However, Robert simply replied, "I'm not feeling well," and pushed open one of the twelve doors before going inside.
Morris shrugged at the sight.
Feeling unwell—in most cases, this is just a perfunctory answer.
But he didn't care.
After a while, Hardy finally returned.
His robe was dusty, as if he had just come from some dusty old room, and he looked tired.
" Ms. North asked me to find some documents." Hardy walked up to Morris, took a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the black marks on his face. "She's in charge of the archives, but that place is just too filthy."
Morris nodded. "Let's get down to business, Mr. Hardy. You said you'd arrange some work for me, what should I do? If possible, I would really like to work with Robert on the Time-Turner."
"No rush," Hardy said. "If you'd like to research it later, I won't stop you. But for now, come with me."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and looked at the large pit in the center.
The flames burned ever brighter, almost reaching the ceiling, their color shifting between orange and golden.
Strangely, the flame only emitted light, but no heat.
"Don't be afraid, just do it my way."
As he spoke, Hardy walked toward the flames and disappeared into them.
Seeing this, Morris did not hesitate and followed immediately.
The moment his foot stepped into the flames, he felt no burning sensation at all. The flames enveloped him like a gentle stream of water, carrying him as he sank deeper into the fire.
The sinking process lasted for more than ten seconds.
When his vision cleared again, he found himself no longer in the original room.
It was pitch black all around, with only the faint outlines of some shelves visible. The air was somewhat stuffy, making it difficult to breathe.
"How is it?" Hardy's voice came from the side as he raised his wand and cast Lumos Charm.
Under the glow of the Lumos Charm, Morris saw several huge bookshelves filled with books beside him.
"Does the Department of Mysteries have so many Chamber of Secrets?" Morris asked.
Hardy laughed.
"Ah, you may have misunderstood," he said. "This is not the secret Chamber of Secrets of the Department of Mysteries, but the Chamber of Secrets of the Unspeakable."
The Unspeakable's Chamber of Secrets?
Morris became interested and his gaze swept over the outlines of the bookshelves.
The glow of the Lumos Charm was too weak, only illuminating a distance of a few meters around it; the bookshelves further away remained hidden in the darkness.
Don't be too surprised.
Hardy raised his wand, the tip touching his chin, and his lips moved slightly as he uttered a spell that Morris had never heard before.
The next second, the entire space lit up instantly.
Soft light seeped from the walls, ceiling, and floor; it was bright, but not glaring.
Morris finally saw the true nature of this space.
This is a huge oval space, almost the size of a standard football field, filled with bookshelves that stretch from the ground to heights beyond sight, like skyscrapers built of books and parchment.
Shocking.
These were the first words that came to Morris's mind to describe it.
"Here are the research findings of all the Unspeakable from ancient times to the present," Hardy explained from the side. "As you know, the Unspeakable ' job is to research all sorts of magic."
He walked to a bookshelf, reached down and pulled a book from the bottom shelf. The cover was brown and had no words or pictures on it.
"Time, space, death, Prophecy, thought, love, memory—each of these things could be studied for a lifetime."
Hardy said, handing the book to Morris.
Morris took the book, opened the cover, and was surprised to find that the contents were not written in English, but in some kind of language he had never seen before.
"That's Etruscan," Hardy explained. "A language no one speaks anymore. The last sorcerer whose native Etruscan died about two thousand years ago, and most of the books on this shelf are his research materials, but unfortunately, no one can understand them anymore."
"I always thought the Unspeakable were just a Britain organization," Morris remarked. "This is somewhat unexpected."
"In fact," Hardy said, "There are Unspeakable all over the world. They just have different names in different countries. And this library is the knowledge base of Unspeakable all over the world."
Morris stroked his chin.
"So what exactly is the job of the Unspeakable?" he asked.
He already knew very well that the Unspeakable were definitely not just a department within the Ministry of Magic.
"The work of the Unspeakable..." Hardy paused for a moment, "Simply put, it's about conducting research and then putting all sorts of results into this library."
"And then?" Morris pressed.
"I don't know," Hardy said, shifting his gaze from Morris's face to the bookshelves that stretched from the ground to heights beyond sight, "But I do understand one thing: we can draw knowledge from this library."
"There's one more thing: you and I are the only two people in Britain who have access to this library. In a sense, the truly Unspeakable in Britain are only you and me."
Morris fell into deep thought.
In other words, after joining the Unspeakable, he inexplicably obtained a library that was at least tens of thousands of years old?
Is this for real?
"All the books in this library are indestructible." Hardy walked to a bookshelf, patted it, and said, "If you even think of damaging them, you'll be kicked out immediately. Of course, these books can't be taken out of here either; you can only read them here."
Just then, a figure walked towards them from the front.
Strangely, the person was completely illusory, with facial features blurred together.
"Those are the Unspeakable from other countries," Hardy explained. "Everyone here is hidden unless you know their name."
"I understand." Morris nodded.
This is why he and Hardy can see each other's faces clearly.
"Besides that, as far as I know, this library has a hierarchy," Hardy shrugged. "The lowest rank, the Unspeakable, only have the right to read books."
"What can higher-level ones do?"
"I don't know. I'm at the lowest level too."
"How do I upgrade?"
I don't know.
How come you don't know anything?
"I'm about the same as you, I'm practically a newbie too."