Chapter 1139

"Oh, sorry! I just cooperate with the atmosphere... If you are scared, please allow me to apologize here!"

Marca took her hand back and shook it. She looked at the stupidity of the flints after the panic and didn't go on for the time being.

He knew that there was no need to push each other too hard at the moment. They had to slow down.

In fact, it was not just the flints who were haunted by his sudden threat. In the face of the terrible curse of death, even the real black wizards will be frightened, not to mention the ordinary pure blood families outside who only dare to wander on the edge of black magic.

"That's terrible... My heart almost jumped out of my throat just now! At that moment, I thought I saw the Dark Lord!"

"Which Dark Lord do you mean?"

"Er... I don't know, Voldemort? I don't know greenward..."

"Do you know Voldemort? Hey, are you still a Death Eater?"

"Shh - don't be so loud! How long ago was that... Now I'm just an ordinary wizard who supports the Ministry of magic and Hogwarts, okay? Okay?"

"Don't repeat it, I heard it! But I want to see..."

In the group of wizards outside secretly peeping at the direction of biezhuang, similar conversations occurred one after another.

As the two witches together said, many people thought that Maka's curse would really be released. Especially at the moment when Mrs. flint was scared to fall, some people even subconsciously thought that Maka had changed the curse of killing the Green Magic arc into a more frightening invisible spell.

Just as they were wondering whether Maka was more like Voldemort or greenward, a voice suddenly sounded behind them, interrupting their argument.

"Nott, Gaby, don't talk nonsense here! It's well known that the two dark demons together can't equal McClain's strength!"

"Oh! Lucius?"

Yes, it was Lucius Malfoy, who had just hurried from home, who appeared behind them at the moment. Beside him, his son Draco followed, looking more calm than his father Lucius.

The wizard named nott was obviously familiar with Lucius, just as he slipped his tongue when talking to his friend named "Gaby". He was also a Death Eater under Voldemort.

In those years, Lucius was naturally one of them.

Unfortunately, this is an old thing that Lucius needs to give up.

"Nott, because you helped me in my early years, I advise you to make a choice early! Otherwise, don't blame me for not reminding you in the future."

Although this sentence sounded like it was said to nott, it was not small. Many people around probably heard it. After leaving a word like this, Lucius and his son left the group directly, walked quickly through the lawn in front of flint manor and came to the vicinity of Maka and his party.

"Miss Parkinson, why didn't you go back and inform us after looking for Mr. McLean? We've been waiting for you at home for a long time!"

Lucius actually wanted to say this, because in this way, he could lead to the reason why their father and son were late along the topic.

As mentioned earlier, Lucius was wondering if Marca wanted to come out in person, so he didn't directly take his son and pansy to flint's house first, so as not to steal the limelight of Marca.

Now, of course, it's time for Maka to know her "good intentions".

However, as early as she decided to bring pansy and the little boy Mosel here, Marca thought of Lucius's redundant ideas.

"Coming?"

Before the other party spoke, Maka waved her hand at will:

"We'll talk about something later. Wait here first!"

After saying that, he saw that Mrs. flint, who had fallen inside the gate, had stood up again with the help of the servant, so he stretched out his hand to invite the staff of the Ministry of Magic who had stood silent since just now.

"Guys, you can start your work!"

"OK."

Seeing this, the Wizards could not help nodding to Maka first, and then raised their legs to the iron gate of Flint's house. Soon, the male wizard who took the lead took out a roll of parchment from his suitcase and spread it to the door.

"Willem Ogden, member of the wiesengamo interrogation table - after investigation, we have reason to believe that the suspects who disappeared from the Ministry of magic dungeon are now in your flint family. In order to get rid of the suspicion of harbouring criminals as soon as possible, please open the door and cooperate with us to conduct a detailed search of your residence!"

At this point, he shook the parchment in his hand and said in a straight voice:

"This is an emergency search warrant signed by the current Minister of magic, Mr. Rufus schlinger. If necessary, you can come and verify the authenticity."

"Mr. McLean?" "you -"

As soon as Ogden's voice fell, Maka saw that pansy and the Mosel boy suddenly turned their heads, widened their eyes and gave him a stunned look.

Especially the latter, Mosel can be said to have been brought up by yiluli since childhood. Now, when she heard that she was going to arrest people, she immediately became angry.

"You are not a good man!"

"Well, who told you I was a good man?"

Maka shrugged, patted him on the shoulder and whispered:

"It's just a trick, okay? Don't worry... Just watch here and keep quiet! Besides, do you think your mother would like someone to search your house?"

Although Mosel is a little stubborn, he is not a fool. Although he is still a little skeptical, he also knows that even if he doesn't agree, he can't help it now. He might as well watch it quietly.

On this thought, he couldn't help muttering:

"That's not my house!"

"Hey, that's not good!" Marca smiled and said meaningfully, "you have to remember that your last name is flint... It's your mother who made a mistake, but your last name is innocent!"

On one side, pansy naturally reacted quickly. At that time, he secretly said that some of his concerns were chaotic. He didn't even understand such a simple thing.

Well, McLean, obviously, just needs an excuse.

When Marca comforted Mosel, the flint family finally took action. As he had expected, Mrs. flint obviously didn't want the Ministry's searchers to enter at all.

For these pure blood families who want to override the law in the past few years, there must be some secrets that can not be put in the open. And how many of them are related to black magic, let alone.

However, the other party can't show his refusal too openly. After all, Marca is standing there, waiting for the flints to make their own mistakes!

"No... what kind of suspect? Where will there be any suspects in the flint family? What's more, even if it's a resolution made by wiesengamo, it still needs the consent of half of the members to fight against our family! You are a member of the interrogation seat. You should know that our flint family also has an escort seat!"

Mrs. flint was a little flustered, but her thoughts were not so confused. While trying hard to prevent the search warrant from taking effect, she was also trying to find a breakthrough to solve today's disaster.

But outside the iron gate, the Ogden interrogator immediately shook his head.

"Mrs. flint, I don't understand what you mean by 'do it'... This is just a search operation in accordance with the regulations. Please don't be wrong. As for your 'half of the members agree', I think it should refer to the removal of the seat of wesengamo? It can't be confused with the search!"

After sorting out the words for the other party in such a "kind" way, Ogden continued:

"So, Mrs. flint, please open the door! Otherwise, I have to think that the flints deliberately refuse to search and intend to oppose the decision of the Ministry of magic today?"

Mrs. flint really didn't know what to use this time.

To tell the truth, if Marca hadn't been here today, she would have been fooled by her past rudeness. Because in wiesengamo, where people are increasingly mixed, whether other pure blood families hate her flints or not, they will take care of her in the face of her seat.

Every seat in the wiesengamo review team is very valuable. Sometimes one or two votes can determine the final success or failure of a topic.

You know, the deliberative group has long been a world of pure blood.

But today, it happened that Maka came forward. No matter how brave the people of the pure blood family were, they didn't dare to help the flints.

They have all seen it. Unlike Dumbledore at the beginning, McLean played with the shadow even harder than the black wizard. He could even send himself to Azkaban in those days!

Of course, Mrs. flint knew these things, so she didn't even dare to lose her temper. She was afraid that if she wanted to be rude, she would be shot dead on the spot.

The curse that didn't come out just now is still circulating in her heart!

"Of course... I won't resist the Ministry of magic!" she said vaguely. "You see, we flints are members of the Ministry of magic, aren't we?"

Mrs. flint was straining her face, and a thin layer of virtual sweat had seeped from her forehead. Because I was frightened just now, the curled blonde hair was not as perfect as at the beginning, and the hem of the velvet robe was stained with some grass leaves.

But she was so embarrassed that she didn't dare to move. She didn't even have time to wipe her sweat. She just stood in place as if she was waiting for something.