Chapter 1120

"Cough... Damn it, it's almost... Cough, cough, cough..."

On the second floor of the smelly shop in the overturned lane, the original bedroom has been changed into an empty house. Not only is there no furniture, not even windows. The dim light emitted by an oil lamp has become the only lighting here.

If Marca were here, he must have sensed some abnormalities on the four walls of the empty room - because they all vaguely emit extremely weak magic waves.

Obviously, the room was cursed, and neither sound nor vibration could be transmitted.

At the moment, Martin was sitting near the door of the empty room, coughing with his chest covered, and muttering a few curses from time to time.

Yes, in the same empty room in the overturned lane, after the war with Kingsley, they were more or less defeated. They didn't say anything more and left there in a hurry.

Kingsley went back to the Ministry of magic, while Martin, following the principle of "the most dangerous place is the safest place", still chose to return to Muriel's shop.

But to tell you the truth, his fight with Kingsley was actually a little inferior to him.

After all, he originally intended to capture the latter alive, but under the plan, although Kingsley did fall into the "trap" he temporarily set, he was finally run away by the other party.

As for the current injuries suffered by the two people, they are similar on both sides - he feels that he should have broken two ribs and some organs were injured by shock; On Kingsley's side, there is a broken left forearm and a fist sized piece of flesh and blood is estimated to be missing.

In a word, although they both resisted each other's fatal blow at the last minute, neither of them benefited.

"Call -"

After a short rest on the wooden floor, Martin endured the sharp pain under his ribs and went to the corner of the room. He opened the suitcase there and searched for something.

Before long, Martin, who had taken a bottle of magic medicine, lay down on the floor and gasped.

"Kingsley... Cough, shaker..."

Martin remembered each other firmly this time.

In fact, he obviously despised Kingsley at first. Because he realized that although he had not been able to learn ancient magic from Haier Bo, he was also a leader among wizards in this era. Even if he knew that he could not be compared with "monsters" like McLean, he was no one else.

Yes, even if Dumbledore is still alive, he dares to try his weight... Of course, if Dumbledore doesn't hold an old wand!

Today, however, Kingsley personally told Martin one thing with his strength - not to mention Dumbledore. Even the head of Auror's office, who has not been in office for a long time, can let Martin know.

I don't know how long it took. Martin, whose pain gradually eased because of taking the medicine, finally looked a little easier. But after lying down for so long, he finally couldn't help whispering to himself:

"Strength... I need strength!"

……

As for Martin's situation at the moment, pansy, who was clearly in the Ministry of magic but almost passed Kingsley, must have no way to know. But for Marca, who is busy in Hogwarts's guest room, she got a general idea first.

What let him know was a ciphertext sent by Kingsley himself.

"Go!"

After giving the gray owl something to eat, Maka handed the simple reply he wrote to his mouth and asked it to help him take it back.

Watching the owl flapping its wings out of the window, Maka leaned against the window to rearrange her thoughts as she watched it go away safely.

Before long, he couldn't help shaking his head and whispered in his heart:

"It's not surprising to think of the means of employing people to exchange with the Ministry of magic, but... That guy is really confident enough to set his goal on Kingsley? Is he going to demonstrate by the way?"

Thinking of this, Marca couldn't help feeling a little speechless to Martin and soon didn't want to think about it again.

Because in his opinion, this is more good for pansy's action - at least after Martin's failure, pansy's rescue plan for Muriel naturally becomes more valuable.

Let Kingsley's injury in exchange for the progress of Pansy's spy mission. Although it seems a little sorry for the former, Maka thinks it's still worth it.

And to say Kingsley's injury

"I don't know how much of the potions assigned to him last time," Maka thought, then nodded. "Well, it's hard for him this time. Let Sirius bring him some more to prepare."

Obviously, he is in a good mood now. After all, it seems to be a good thing for him.

However, even Maka didn't realize that pansy was not mentioned in Kingsley's ciphertext, which is a questionable problem.

……

"... Emily?"

In the dungeon at the bottom of the Ministry of magic, pansy didn't know what was happening outside. To be honest, even if she knew the situation now, she had no time to think more.

Because now she has fallen into a strange circle of self contradiction.

On the premise of understanding that eluli's use of goblin magic will have very strong side effects, pansy, who has gradually regarded each other as a real friend, obviously doesn't want her to do it again.

Even if she could feel it, if she could plead a few more words, the other party might still agree to her inhuman request.

However, taking Muriel out of here is the main task assigned to her by Maka. In front of Maka's promise, even if she doesn't think about herself, she also needs to think about the Parkinson family behind her.

So, should she please eluli again? Or just give up Muriel and leave with eluli, who looks very painful?

Yiluli, who covered her head, heard pansy gently call herself, and couldn't help slowly raising her head to see her.

"What's the matter?"

Her voice sounded weak, but even so, she didn't forget to comfort pansy in turn.

"I'm fine. Really, you don't have to... Just let me take a moment... Give me some time."

Because she could see from pansy's expression that her good friend seemed to be worried about something... She thought that the other party was mostly worried about her situation.

Pansy was really moved when she saw that despite her pain, she still struggled to comfort her with words. At this moment, she almost began to dislike herself who was still hesitating just now.

"No... maybe I'm really wrong. I've been wrong all the time..."

Pansy couldn't help thinking subconsciously:

"I am indeed a Slytherin with the supremacy of interests, but does Salazar Slytherin's' supremacy of interests' have to be a selfish 'interest'? For the sake of his friends, isn't it also a 'interest' for his future?"

It can be said that pansy was really enlightened at this moment. Unfortunately, the timing for her to understand these principles seemed inappropriate.

However, pansy, who is unaware of this, will no longer hesitate. She squatted down and gently held eluli's petite and thin body. There was more concern on her face that she wouldn't have at ordinary times.

"Eluli, if you are like this, don't worry about me - have a good rest!" she said softly, "but it can't be too long, because I only get one compound decoction."

In this way, after about ten minutes, eluli recovered to the extent that she could barely get up and walk.

"I have no problem."

She nodded cautiously and then frowned slightly. It was obvious that her physical condition was not as "no problem" as she said.

But who knows, after some recovery, she suddenly turned her head slowly.

"Pansy... And Muriel, she -"

Although iluli took the initiative to mention Muriel in the cell next door, she was kind-hearted. Even if she could be brave again, she inevitably had an instinctive resistance because of the pain just now.

However, even if she didn't finish her words, pansy on the side knew what she meant. However, pansy, who was just wondering whether to let her save Muriel, shook her head decisively.

"No, you can't do it again."

"But --"

Eluli pursed her mouth and whispered:

"We can buy the wand thanks to her and Martin's help, can't we? You see, we can't just leave her here..."

"Oh, are you embarrassed about my future?"

Suddenly, Muriel's leisurely voice came from the next room, as if it had nothing to do with her.

After a brief meal, seeing that neither Emily nor pansy spoke, she went on:

"Never mind, you go! As for me... I think Martin will find a way to take me out, just like you came to save your friend!"

Although God knows where she came from, since Muriel herself said so, pansy naturally strengthened her ideas.

"Eluli, don't hesitate... Anyway, let's go first this time! If possible, we'll find another way to save her... There's no time."

It can be seen that even if Muriel herself has no opinion, Emily still doesn't want to let it go. Just considering the time limit of Pansy's compound decoction, she seems to have no choice.

"Well, then... Let's go first."

After leaving the last sentence against the wall, eluli couldn't let herself go to the next room to take a look. After all, she left with pansy.

"Kerala -"

The voice that did not know where it came from sounded again.