Chapter 1124

Due to the use of goblin magic that day, eluli couldn't even bear Mrs. Flint's second slap.

When she woke up again, she found that she had been locked up in a dark and cold room.

Needless to say, this is obviously the place transformed from part of the underground cellar of biezhuang, which has always been called "closed house" by servants.

"Did I... Faint?"

Eluli clearly remembered that she should have been in the restaurant when she was conscious; And she remembered that she had just been slapped by Mrs. flint.

But after she got up again at her wife's order, she didn't seem to remember at all.

"Hiss -"

With a slight frown, eluli rubbed her forehead gently - she could still feel the pain coming from the depths of her head.

On one side of her cheek, the faint swelling pain also made her feel that half of her face was swollen.

In this case, it seemed that the whole head was full of pain, a bitter smile arose from the corners of eluli's mouth.

I think she just escaped from the dungeon of the Ministry of magic with pansy, but she was sent to another similar place again in the twinkling of an eye. Although from the moment she decided to come back, eluli could be said to have been mentally prepared, at this moment, it is inevitable that she will be a little disappointed.

But just then, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in her ear.

"Emily, are you awake?"

"Young master?"

Why is Mrs. Flint's little son here? And it sounded as if it was next door to the confinement room where she was.

"It's me... Eluli, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." eluli replied in a daze, but then said, "don't talk about me... Young master, why are you here? Madam, she --"

In this regard, yiluli heard the little young master next door silent for a moment, and then said again:

"At that time, my mother didn't get up after seeing you fall to the ground for the second time. It seemed that she thought you were pretending to be dizzy, so she even wanted to kick you in the stomach. I thought it was too much, so I stood up and grabbed her... And later, I was sent here with you."

Although he didn't say it in detail, Emily could guess from this simple narration that Mrs. flint must have been very angry at that time.

It was obviously much more serious for Mrs. flint that her son, who had always been submissive, opposed herself in front of the whole family.

"Young master, why are you...?"

It took a long time for Emily to say:

"You know your wife's temper. If you do so, she will undoubtedly challenge her majesty face to face. What's more, I really don't matter... I'm ready to accept her punishment when I come back this time."

"But --" the young flint son next door, who is still very small but very sensible, immediately said, "although you did make a mistake, you won't be insulted and punished like that. Usually you do things so seriously and arrange all kinds of housework in order. Can't your mother see your efforts?"

He seemed to be arguing with someone, stubbornly saying that eluli was good, and finally said:

"Mother is wrong, and I just did what I think is right, so I'm not afraid to be locked up here! By the way, I've figured it out just now in your coma for so long... Eluli, let's run away together when we get out of here!"

"Run away?"

The wife's youngest son, eluli, has been responsible for taking care of each other for five years. She even knows more about some thoughts in each other's heart than Mrs. Flint's mother.

Since the eldest young master Marcus repeated the grade in Hogwarts three years ago, the wife has forced her little son, who was only seven years old at that time, to learn all kinds of knowledge day after day.

From Hogwarts's first-year courses, to the etiquette rules of the pure blood family, to the various means of assisting my sister in managing the family, they were instilled into the young master's head in piles.

And such a life is nearly three years.

To be honest, the already overburdened young master will have the idea of escaping from this nightmare, which will happen sooner or later.

But even eluli didn't expect that the young master who really belongs to this "home" would have the determination to leave earlier than her "outsider".

"Young master, have you really thought about it? You know -"

Eluli was trying to persuade her, but she soon realized that the young master without contract might really get out of this almost sick family. Because if it goes on like this, the kind young master may be driven crazy by his mother, or gradually accept his life in pain and struggle.

Such a future should not happen to this boy who still knows how to distinguish right from wrong!

"Young master, if... If you really think about it, I can help you." yiluli finally whispered, "in fact, I know a kind-hearted friend like you. She helped me when I was in danger. Otherwise, I'm afraid I can't come back now..."

Just then, she paused a little and said:

"Young master, if you really leave the flint family, go to Hogwarts to find her! I believe she will spare no effort to help you... Remember, her name is' pansy Parkinson ', and she is my best friend in my life!"

The young master next door listened to and remembered what eluli said, but in the end, he still asked in doubt:

"Eluli, what about you? Won't you go with me?"

In his opinion, it is absolutely incredible that Emily still doesn't want to go now - his mother, Mrs. flint, has treated her like this, but she is still willing to stay in this terrible family?

However, after hearing this, the latter smiled calmly.

"I can't leave here, and I won't leave here..." iluli smiled. "Young master, do you know? My mother is buried in the servant Cemetery outside the backyard of biezhuang village, the fourth tombstone from the left in the sixth row... You see, since she has chosen to work for the flint family all her life, I will be the same as her."

Not to mention whether she will have different ideas in the future, at least for now, her heart has not changed.

Besides, even if she changed her mind one day and didn't want to wrong herself to continue her mother's life, she didn't seem to be able to choose to escape as easily as the young master.

If she had done so, the servant contract she had signed would have directly killed her within a certain period of time. And even the Ministry of magic can't control such a death.

Of course, such a cruel reality, eluli consciously couldn't say it to the young master - after all, he's only a child who won't reach school age until next year.

"I don't understand."

The boy next door obviously didn't understand why Emily stayed because of her mother's grave. For him, her mother was the most disgusting person in the world.

"Anyway," Emily took a sudden deep breath and repeated again, "remember, her name is' pansy Parkinson ', and she is my best friend!"

……

Slinger already knew about the lack of a prisoner in the dungeon of the Ministry of magic.

In fact, not long after pansy and eluli mixed the compound soup out of the Ministry of magic, the personnel responsible for regular inspection of the dungeon immediately found out about it.

Needless to say, the Minister of magic, scrimgeor, ordered Auror's office to immediately send someone to impose comprehensive martial law on the Ministry of magic.

In this regard, although Kingsley could not explain directly to scrimger, he still took the time to write a ciphertext about the situation in the Ministry and sent it to Maka.

There is no doubt that the martial law of the Ministry of magic is bound to bring Martin more trouble.

Because once his injury recovers, most of them will immediately start to find a way to rescue Muriel who is still in the dungeon. The increasingly tight guard will obviously be a great obstacle to his rescue operation.

At that time, I'm afraid he will hate pansy who caused this situation.

However, Marka has no suitable way to stop schlinger's decision. If Martin guessed that Marca McLean was pushing behind all this, pansy's several adventures would fall short. On the contrary, it would make Martin do more extreme things.

Such a development is obviously the last thing Maka wants to see.

So, until the evening. When Ron, Neville and others followed Luna outside his room, Maka had not made any definite response to Kingsley's ciphertext.

"You're here?"

Aware that several friends had come to the door, Maka, who was looking at the notes to sort out her thoughts, finally turned back and waved her hand gently.

The door suddenly opened with his action, showing Luna and others outside in front of him.

"Come in! The last one will help me close the door... After all, the next thing to do is still a big secret. Remember to keep it secret for me when you go back today."

"Oh! So, what's going on?" said Ron curiously. "We've asked Luna, but what did she say... 'maddick'? What the hell is that?"

"It's' meladex '-" Luna corrected right away. "Marca said that she is the host of the blood curse, isn't she?"

The last "right or wrong" was naturally said to Marca. Just looking at her half understanding, it's no wonder Ron was still confused after asking her.

"Yes, it's the host of the blood curse... If you still want to have dinner on time, let's explain it while doing it!"