Chapter 1106

Martin hit the ground with the fruit of a magical plant called "fog melon".

As the name suggests, this fruit will release a large amount of rich fog when it is bitten or cracked, so as to make the creatures trying to feed them lost in the tropical rain forest.

Of course, because the fruit looks very much like a reduced pumpkin, it is often jokingly called "fog all saints fruit" by wizards. It is said that in the past, when the magic world began to hold Halloween parties every year, they would throw a few on the ground to add some atmosphere.

At that time, this harmless and pleasant fruit suddenly swept the whole European magic world and became a very popular holiday commodity.

However, because the fruit itself has no medicinal value and sells well only around Halloween every year, few people will plant it specially.

Year after year, the yield of fog melon is not too large, because someone will always go to several places to pick before Halloween, which naturally becomes less and less.

Until now, only one magic botanical garden to save endangered plants occasionally holds limited gifts during Halloween to promote the concept of protecting animals and plants.

I don't know if Martin visited the botanical garden on Halloween and took such a "Halloween limited edition" fog melon, which happened to be used tonight.

To tell the truth, when Lucius and Draco were suddenly surrounded by such a large fog, their hearts collapsed as well.

However, Martin's fog melon is really ingenious - a nearly closed indoor space such as the underground church can not only keep the fog generated by the fog melon for a longer time, but also be particularly difficult to disperse.

At the moment when the fog filled the whole church, many wizards who followed Lucius habitually cast the spell of rolling the air flow. But in addition to making the indoor fog churn up, there is no other effect.

"Vanishing spell! Use vanishing spell -"

Lucius waved his wand in the thick fog and loudly reminded others to follow his words.

And then, when the fog became thinner because it disappeared one by one, they saw that none of the believers who had fought with them had been phantom.

In this regard, the Wizards summoned by Lucius looked very annoyed, and some even complained in a low voice because they lost their credit.

But Malfoy and his son, standing in front of the church, looked at each other and nodded.

"Who has brought the phantom shape shifting detection ball? Go and see if you can find out where those guys have gone before they leave!" someone quickly shouted, "even if you can detect the approximate direction and distance!"

The words fell a little, and the Wizards in the whole underground church acted again. For a time, they looked very busy.

Unfortunately, the accuracy of alchemy tools in this era is generally too low. At a time like this, you may have to call Maka over to let his "human shape detector" judge where Martin's gang fled.

However, it doesn't seem too troublesome to know their current specific location, does it?

"Draco, you did very well today - especially the smashing spell, which almost made that guy suffer a lot!"

Lucius praised his son with a happy smile, and then said:

"It's very late. I have to have class tomorrow. Go back to school now! Just leave it to me."

Draco was naturally happy to be praised by his father. But even more gratifying to him is that starting tonight, his father can finally show up in front of people without burden.

Although Draco never mentioned the hurtful words he said to his father when he was bewitched by the mysterious power, he felt guilty in the bottom of his heart.

Now, although it mainly depends on the opportunity given by that guy McLean. But this can not only make the father no longer have to hide at home all day, but also make the Malfoy family more likely to come back from the dead, which is obviously a worthwhile deal.

"Yes, father."

Even if there was a lot to say in his heart, Draco finally didn't say anything, just answered silently. Then he cast his phantom and left the underground church.

……

Draco's task is completed. After that, everything will be done by his father Lucius Malfoy. As for the future development of Malfoy family, it depends on Lucius' consciousness.

After all, their family is now completely on the opposite side of Haier Bo, but they can't be a wavering wallflower like before.

At the same time, pansy is appearing on the streets of London with the witch with goblin blood.

In fact, although she also took advantage of the thick fog made by Martin to leave the underground church, the obvious position was only randomly selected.

At that time, she just wanted to find a remote place, so somehow she remembered a corner along the Thames, and then subconsciously appeared here with the little witch around her.

"... where is this?"

When pansy was frowning slightly because of the injury to her back shoulder, she heard the little witch talking to herself in doubt.

But soon, the other party saw the river behind him.

Although it is night now, the lights in the city of London are colorful, reflected on a dark river, full of bright and colorful scenery.

Pansy held his shoulder with the hand holding the magic wand. After a moment of hesitation, he immediately said:

"Where is your home? Let me take you back... Then, do you have any magic medicine for healing? I think I need to heal the wound on my shoulder."

However, the little witch was stunned when she heard the speech, and then quickly shook her head. Although because of the hood, pansy could not see the expression on each other's face, she could still feel the apology in each other's heart.

"I'm sorry," she replied in her shrill voice, "I... I can't go there. I'm really sorry! Moreover, you'd better stop using the phantom shape shifting spell. If you cast the spell with injury, there may be a split accident!"

Pansy knew that the other party was actually right - especially she was not very skilled in using the phantom shape shifting spell. She was reluctant to take someone with her just now. It's hard to say whether she can succeed if she does it again.

On this thought, she first removed the blood stain from her body with the cleaning spell, and then asked the little witch to walk together to the road near the beach.

"In that case, let's call the Knight Bus! I'll take you home first, and then I'll open a room at the Leaky Cauldron bar to deal with the wound... Although most of the shops in Diagon Alley are closed, there should be a magic drugstore open in the overturned alley."

Obviously, it is impossible for her injury to go to St. Mungo for treatment. Even the magic hospital will receive patients in need of emergency treatment at night.

While talking, pansy had waved his wand by the side of the road.

"Creak -"

"Oh, no... don't go back first. I'll go to the broken cauldron bar with you!"

The Knight Bus is famous for being on call. When the little witch spoke, two bright lights jumped in front of them from a distance with the body from virtual to real.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus, which is an emergency passenger service for witches or wizards in trouble..."

This set of invariable service terms rang out from the conductor leaning against the door, and the tone was still so boring that pansigan didn't even want to listen.

Compared with Draco, who can hardly take the Knight Bus, pansy has taken it many times. She took out a handful of silver Sikes from her pocket, counted some and put them in the conductor's hand.

"Are you sure you won't go back first?" she looked back. "If you go back too late, will anyone in the family find out about your going out at night?"

"Ah, it's okay! Just go back before dawn."

As the little witch spoke, she also began to take out coins, but pansy generously helped her share and paid it together.

Although the Parkinson's family is indeed short of money, they don't even lack this little money for the car.

Soon, after an unpleasant rush from left to right, they quickly got off the bus and came to the street where the broken cauldron bar was located.

Because there were others in the car, they basically didn't communicate much. When he got off the bus, pansy asked casually:

"By the way, I'm pansy Parkinson... Maybe you know, the pure blood Parkinson family. Excuse me... What should I call you?"

"Well... Just call me eluli," the little witch hurriedly said. "Sorry, I don't have a last name."

It can be heard that her tone was somewhat low when she said this sentence. From this, her goblin blood is likely to come from her father.

"There's no need to apologize, because I don't think it's a thing to be ashamed of... And I think you can use your father's first name as your last name. What about the idea?"

Pansy secretly chose the words in her heart in order to further her relationship with each other.

Unfortunately, she has never tried to do such a comforting thing. At present, she is a little stiff temporarily.

Fortunately, the eluli walking beside didn't notice it at all.

"I know the Parkinson family, but I didn't expect that there are good people like you in the pure blood family... Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to speak ill of the pure blood wizard!"