Chapter 1041

The lights in Higgs's Potion workshop were still dim.

The thick liquid medicine in the crucible was boiling continuously, and wisps of mist rose with the rupture of bubbles, which filled the preparation room.

The domestic elves arranged at the two long tables are still working tirelessly. They are like Muggle machines one after another, bottling, labeling and placing drugs. No one dares to do superfluous actions.

Yes, as long as there is work to do, the house elves don't need to rest - even they think so, I'm afraid.

But, of course... Ms. Higgs doesn't seem to need a rest.

"Ding -"

The glass stirring spoon knocked gently on the edge of the crucible and shook the dark green liquid medicine hanging on the top back into the pot. Then she carefully put the stirring spoon into the cleaning tank.

With her slight knock, in the crisp knocking sound, a strange smell immediately flew from the newly stirred crucible.

To be honest, the smell is really bad. I always think it will remind people of the sour smell of vomit - by the way, it's still the kind that has just been boiled!

But now Ms. Higgs leaned forward a little and took a deep breath in the thick smoke.

However, bad things smell bad after all.

Even though Higgs put on such an obsessed expression when she came over, after really inhaling the fog into her nose, she still had to choke loudly and resist the surge of her throat.

Obviously, what she likes is not the smell at all, but the crucible potion itself.

"Cough, cough... Finally, cough, cough... Finally," Higgs was still coughing, but it didn't prevent her from sighing. "Finally, the preparation was successful! Then next..."

Unfortunately, before she could finish her words, an inexplicable crack came out of the crucible. It was quiet, but the smile on Higgs's face suddenly froze.

"Oh! No -"

At the moment when she opened her eyes and let out a low breath, the same explosion noise as the last time suddenly spread all over the room, frightening the house elves again.

In fact, it was not an explosion, because even the silver crucible did not explode with it.

On the contrary, at this time, the medicine liquid that was originally boiling was solidified in an instant, and there was no more liquid characteristics.

"Dudu."

Just as Higgs beat the table angrily, two polite knocks suddenly came from the door, which made her stunned.

On weekdays, except for those purchasers of other pure blood families, basically no one will come to her. Today is not the day to pick up the goods. Why do people keep coming?

"Go to find out your identity and send away the unimportant ones!"

Because she had just failed to prepare the potion, Ms. Higgs was obviously in a bad mood. After waving her hand and ordering the house elf to go out to check, she picked up her wand and knocked on the crucible to empty the potion that had already lost its effectiveness.

"Yes, rice will go now -"

"No."

Quietly, the whole back door of the workshop suddenly disappeared out of thin air, revealing four figures standing behind the door. Although the first one was not very tall, the momentum that spread faintly suddenly shocked Higgs.

"Hello, Ms. Higgs! Maybe you know me, but that doesn't mean I can omit my introduction - it would be too rude for you."

Before the words fell, Higgs saw the other party take a step inward, nodded slightly and said:

"Marca McLean, Hogwarts... Oh, I'm sorry! Now it seems that I can't call myself a professor for the time being."

Higgs didn't seem to know how to take this sentence for a while. After much hesitation, she simply put Marca's strange self introduction aside.

"Mr. McLean," she said dryly with a strained face, "although... Although it's a great honor for you to come to my potion workshop, should you at least inform me in advance?"

Marca McLean, a young wizard who grew up like a legend.

His appearance not only made the two generations of the Dark Lord fall at Hogwarts at the same time, but even the ancient black wizard hairbo had to hide his whereabouts under continuous setbacks.

At present, even those big families with rich information can only choose to wait and see silently, which makes Higgs dare to speak unkindly?

"Well, I really don't think about it," Marca nodded, but smiled. "But I've come here. There's no reason to go back like this?"

When he said this, he saw that he didn't mean to be polite at all, and went straight to the potion preparation table where Higgs was.

As he walked, he continued:

"As you can see, it is actually me who intends to place that long-term order, and Mr. lupin and them are just screening the person in charge of the cooperative workshop for me."

Watching Marca gradually approach himself, Higgs couldn't help feeling an invisible pressure. This pressure did not come from Maka's deliberate exertion, but she suddenly felt a little flustered.

But the moment Marka came to the potion preparation table, when Higgs couldn't help but want to take a step back to relieve the pressure, Marka turned around.

"Lupin, dung, Sirius - come in quickly!" he said to the door, "hurry up, I'll return the door of the workshop!"

When de lupin and the three of them should walk in together, they saw de Maka's backhand wave - the door leaf that had previously disappeared appeared intact on the door frame, as if it had never disappeared.

Opposite the potion preparation table, when Higgs was still surprised by Maka's unarmed spell, Maka spoke again.

"Oh, what's this... It looks terrible?"

Hearing the sound, Higgs quickly took back his sight of staying on the back door of the workshop, and then fell into Maka's hands again.

It's the parchment with a piece of scrawling!

Perhaps in the instant that Higgs' attention was directed to the back door, the parchment that had been stuffed in an insignificant corner of the table suddenly ran into Maka's hands.

While discovering this, Higgs's eyes immediately changed.

At this time, if you observe carefully, you can find that Higgs's expression suddenly changed from his surprise to ferocity, and after a little hesitation, it turned into some kind of lucky silence.

However, only she herself probably knew the reasons for her chaotic and rapid mood change.

At the same time, Maka on the other side didn't seem to care about each other's expression at all. She just slightly raised her eyebrows and read the contents on the parchment from beginning to end.

At last, he said to Mundungus, who had just come behind him:

"Sorry, dung! I thought it must be your poor memory and wrong writing. Who knows... Well, I really blamed you this time!"

"Right!" Mundungus said proudly at that time, "I dare not say anything else. I'm still very reliable in remembering things!"

Looking at Marka Mingming holding a parchment that is unusual just looking at the content, but he turned back and joked with his companions, Higgs couldn't help but sip his mouth a little uneasily.

In fact, as soon as Marca McLean appeared, he completely mastered the whole scene and the rhythm of the dialogue.

As for Higgs, the owner of the magic workshop, he became the one who was led by the nose.

Is she going to keep silent now?

In fact, according to her various information and rumors about Marca McLean, if she did not take the lead in showing hostility, the other party would probably not do anything extreme.

Of course, the crux of the problem is still on that parchment - what exactly will McLean react to it?

Damn it, I knew I should have put the trial production of that potion in the evening... But how could she think that this guy who had never intersected with his life unexpectedly rushed into her potion workshop!

"I didn't kill anyone!" Higgs finally couldn't help saying, "I promise!"

"Haven't you had time to kill?"

Maka glanced at her casually, followed closely and raised her hand. Then Higgs saw that the stirring spoon he had just put into the cleaning pool floated up and flew lightly in front of the other party.

"Hmm..." she saw Maka coming up and smelling the residue on it, and quickly took a shortcut, "look, the mixing rate is not controlled accurately enough, and the duration of the evil aversion reaction is too long, which causes the condensation of the liquid medicine. But the most basic magic medicine hasn't been made yet, so you naturally can't go to the next step, can't you?"

At this point, he suddenly put the parchment in front of Higgs, then pointed to the following steps and asked:

"If he asks you to kill, you'll kill... Where's the dignity and pride of your pure blood family?"

And in the position pointed by Maka, all kinds of cruel torture and killing methods look particularly cruel. I'm afraid anyone will be surprised by them.

Opposite the potion preparation table, Higgs shook his head immediately after hearing:

"He"? No, who are you talking about... This ancient magic ceremony is just what I bought from the black market. I, I'm serious! "