Chapter 1146 Not necessarily nonsense

? Nobody, not a single one.

As the door slowly closed behind Maca, the faint voices of people from Diagon Alley were also isolated from the outside.

The shop, which was already a little dark because there were no windows, suddenly became more gloomy.

After entering, Maca couldn't help but cover her nose a little—the smell of this place is really too strong, and it's actually obvious that it's a strong stench emitted by rotting corpses.

Of course, there are many types of corpses, but they don't necessarily have to be human.

Seeing that Pansy in front was retching while covering her mouth, she seemed to have lost most of her strength and stood there leaning on the shelf at the door, Maca passed her by, and walked directly into the house .

Soon he saw that in addition to the shelves in front of the four walls, there was a large water tank in the corner of the shop. And the stench in this store is constantly wafting out from the water tank.

What the hell?

Unless there are some special hobbies, generally speaking, no one would like to live in such a smelly place. So instead of thinking that this is a living habit, Maca is more willing to believe that Muriel has a certain purpose and will let her house stink to the sky as a last resort.

After pinching his nose and getting closer to the water tank, Maca seemed to have finally noticed something, and suddenly frowned.

He found that there was a bulging big sack in the water tank.

And it can be seen that the sack stuffed with something is half floating and half submerged in the small half tank of brown liquid, making it impossible to tell what kind of creature's corpse it contains.

But is that really just a corpse?

It was only when Maca got to the side of the water tank that he sensed that there was still a magic power source belonging to a living creature faintly moving in the sack, exuding a trace of undetectable magic power fluctuations.

If he wasn't so close, he might not even be able to perceive it.

As for the fluctuation of magic power, Maca actually felt a little familiar - it was definitely not human beings, but the magic power of some kind of purer and more spiritual magical creature.

This is... a unicorn?

If you just smell the smell and look at this water tank, it may be hard for ordinary people to imagine that what is contained in the sack is actually a unicorn known for its sacredness and purity.

However, Maca can tell from the subtle fluctuations in magic power that it... seems to be indeed a unicorn.

And still alive!

Almost subconsciously, Maca recalled the scene in the Hogwarts Forbidden Forest - Voldemort possessed Quirrell, hunting unicorns, and gulping down its silvery blood, ferocious and terrifying .

However, even if you know how to drink, you will be infected with the curse, and sucking on the spot is somewhat too barbaric.

If Voldemort had more time at that time, he probably wouldn't have been so embarrassed by drinking unicorn blood in the woods.

Thinking of this, Maca couldn't help but lowered his head and glanced into the tank again.

To rot the pure unicorn, let the filth stain its divine talent, and thereby force out the purest drop of blood in the unicorn—if it is possible, maybe Voldemort will do the same?

As for the effect of that drop of unicorn blood essence, it is naturally to extend life.

There is no doubt that this is a very ruthless black magic, and the unicorn blood essence forced out in this way was also called the natural elixir of life by the former black wizards.

That 'Muriel'...it doesn't look simple! Maca frowned, thinking to herself.

As far as Maca knows, not everyone knows this secret technique, even he himself has only seen some simple records in Rowena's secret room.

He was thinking about it, when he suddenly felt a person in Knockturn Alley outside the house stopped at the door, which forced him to stop thinking for a while, and stood by the water tank and turned around slightly.

Click—

Immediately, the doorknob turned slightly, driving the lock spring to make a sound, and then the door leaf opened slowly. When Pansy, who was leaning against the shelf near the door, heard it, she straightened up and hurriedly took a few steps back into the room.

Well, have you arrived, Miss Parkinson?

It seems that in the battle with Kingsley, the latter caused some irreparable damage to him, so that Martin is still bent over now.

However, it could be felt that his body was already fine. When he entered the room, every step he took looked very steady and powerful.

Mr. Martin...

Listening to the other party's cold voice, Pan Xi still had no idea in her heart, but she still bite the bullet and said:

Mr. Martin! Why did you choose this timing to ask me to come out... I think you should know that the matter of the Flint family has already made McClain suspicious of me! It is not convenient for me to leave the school now.

Humph?

Martin closed the door behind his back, stared deeply at Pansy, and then suddenly flashed the wand in his right hand and waved it quickly.

Miss Parkinson, are you questioning my orders?

Boom!

The moment Martin waved his wand, Pansy felt as if all the strength in his body had been emptied, and he fell limply to the floor with a plop.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable sense of fatigue immediately filled her heart, as if her soul would leave her body and float away in the next moment.

To be honest, although this kind of pain does not originate from pain, it is not inferior to Cruciatus Curse.

But the good thing is that although the room is full of stench, there is no dirt on the ground. Compared with the greasy black floor formed by trampling the mud in the Pig's Head Bar, this place is obviously much cleaner.

No... I'm sorry, Mr. Martin... I apologize for my rudeness just now, please, please stop!

Seeing Panxi lying on the ground trembling slightly, although Maca felt a little sorry, she could only stand quietly and wait silently. Because he knew that Martin was just an act of demonstration,

Sure enough, Martin swung his staff again shortly after, giving Pansy a chance to catch his breath. While the latter was lying on the ground and struggling to breathe, Martin then said coldly:

Of course, it's fine to question me, but you also betrayed me... Why didn't you rescue Muriel when you went to the Ministry of Magic's dungeon? Not only that, after you left the Ministry of Magic, you went back to the Ministry of Magic directly. Hogwarts, and never even had any contact with me!

Having said that, he suddenly sneered.

Hmph, why did McLean suspect you... If you want me to see, you don't dare to come to me because you know that I must have seen through your disguise and deception? Huh? I'm right—— Miss Spy from McClain?

No, how could this—

Panxi tried her best to support her upper body, but the momentary loss of strength made her simply sit on the floor and raised her head:

No one would joke about their own life, would they? And my life is in your hands now... What's more, I'm a member of the Parkinson family, how could I obey that McClain's order?

Is it a pure-blood family... Humph, that's just a bunch of jokes!

Thinking of those pure-blood wizards nowadays, seeing McClain was like seeing a cat and a mouse, Martin couldn't help laughing out loud.

The so-called pure-blood pride is worthless in his opinion.

However, the first half of what Pansy said made Martin somewhat unable to refute—yes! This Parkinson's life is still in his hands, and he can almost let the other party die tragically on the spot at any time.

So, is there anything more terrifying than death?

After a while, Martin suddenly waved his hands and said:

It's not impossible to convince me of you - as I mentioned in the letter, you go to the Ministry of Magic dungeon again and rescue Muriel! If it works, I will not only not want you I will give you the third and last step of the magic ritual, so that you can gain power that ordinary people can't imagine!

As he was speaking, Martin paused for a moment, then turned his back.

You can take this as my order, or as a deal... Whatever you think! In short, I want to see Muriel appear in front of me as soon as possible, understand?

This...how is this possible?

Although Maca mentioned that if necessary, he could not know about the martial law of the Ministry of Magic, but it seems that there is no need to pretend to be ignorant at this time.

When Pan Xi heard this, she immediately said loudly:

In the current Ministry of Magic, even an invisible beast can't get in. How could I bring Muriel out? And Mr. Martin, maybe you don't know that Muriel voluntarily stayed in the dungeon at that time—— There is a powerful protective spell attached to the door of the dungeon, and Iluli could only open one door with all her strength, and almost passed out on the spot!

Maca did not ask her to say these words.

Because Iluli is also involved at this time, it will make things more complicated. Therefore, Maca thought that instead of trying to explain it, it would be better to simplify it, and it would be enough to use the hidden dangers of the magic ritual to win Martin's trust.

But Pansy seems to think that lies that are half-true and half-true are easier to believe, so she temporarily decided to add some drama to herself.

Anyway, after Muriel met Martin, he would know these things sooner or later.

However, talking about this kind of thing now would obviously only confuse Martin.

What? He turned around abruptly, and said with a frown, Muriel stayed in the dungeon voluntarily? Just to take care of your friend's feelings? What nonsense are you talking—

As Martin talked, he seemed to think that with Muriel's personality, it was hard to say such a thing, so he stopped quickly.

... Tsk, it's ridiculous, but it's not necessarily nonsense... is it? Damn it! ()

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