Chapter 1147

No one, not one.

As the door closed slowly behind Maka, the noisy voices from Diagon lane were also isolated.

This shop, which was slightly dark because there were no windows, suddenly became more gloomy.

After coming in, Maka couldn't help covering her nose a little - the smell of this place is too strong, and it's obvious that it's a strong stench from the decay of the body.

Of course, there are many kinds of corpses, which do not necessarily have to be human.

Seeing that pansy in front of her stood in place leaning against the shelf at the door after covering her mouth and retching for a while, Maka brushed past her and walked directly into the house.

Soon he saw that in addition to the shelves in front of the four walls, there was a large water tank in one corner. The stench of the shop is constantly floating out of the water tank.

What the hell?

Except for some special addicts, generally speaking, no one likes living in such a stinky place. So instead of thinking it was a living habit, Maka was more willing to believe that Muriel had some purpose and had to let her home stink.

After pinching her nose closer to the water tank, Maka seemed to finally notice something, and her eyebrows suddenly wrinkled.

He found that there was a bulging sack in the water tank.

It can be seen that the sack stuffed with something is so half floating and half sinking in a small half tank of Tan liquid that people can't tell what the corpse of creatures is contained in it.

But is it really just a body?

At present, when she came to the water tank, Maka sensed that there was still a living creature's magic source in the sack, emitting an imperceptible magic wave.

If he had not been so close, he might not even be able to feel it.

When it comes to the magic wave, Maka actually feels a little familiar - it must not be human, but the magic of some purer and more spiritual magical creature.

Is this... Unicorn?

If you just smell the smell and look at the water tank, I'm afraid it's hard for ordinary people to imagine that what's in the sack will be a unicorn famous for its holiness and purity.

However, according to the subtle magic fluctuation, Maka can judge that the head here... Seems to be a unicorn.

And still alive!

Almost subconsciously, Maka remembered the scene in the Hogwarts forbidden forest - Voldemort was possessed by Chilo, hunting unicorns and sipping their silver blood, ferocious and terrible.

However, even if you know how to drink, you will be cursed. Sucking on the spot is somewhat too barbaric.

At that time, if Voldemort had more time, he would not have been so embarrassed by squatting in the forest and drinking Unicorn blood.

Thinking of this, Maka couldn't help looking down and glancing into the jar.

Corrupt the pure unicorn and let the filth stain its divine talent, so as to force out the purest drop of blood in the unicorn - if possible, maybe Voldemort will do the same?

As for the effect of that drop of Unicorn blood essence, nature is to continue life.

There is no doubt that this is a very cruel black magic, and the unicorn blood essence forced in this way is also called "natural elixir" by the once black wizards.

"That 'Muriel'... It doesn't look easy!" Marca frowned and thought to herself.

As far as Marka knows, not everyone can know this secret method. Even he himself has only seen some simple information records in Roy Na's secret room.

He was thinking about it. Suddenly, he felt that a man in the overturned lane outside the house stopped at the door, which made him have to put down his thinking temporarily and stand by the water tank and turn around slightly.

"Click -"

Then, the door handle turned slightly, driving the lock spring to make a sound, and the rear door leaf opened slowly. When pansy, who was leaning against the shelf near the door, heard this, he quickly straightened up and hurried back several steps to the house.

"Well, have you arrived, Miss Parkinson?"

It seems that in the battle with Kingsley, the latter caused some incurable damage to him, so that Martin is always bent.

However, I can feel that his body is no longer a big problem. When entering the house, every step seems very steady and powerful.

"Mr. Martin..."

Listening to each other's cold words, pansy still had no bottom in her heart, but she still hardened her head and said:

"Mr. Martin! Why did you choose this opportunity to call me out... I think you should know that McLean has doubts about me about the flints! It's not convenient for me to leave school now."

"Hum?"

Martin closed the door with his back hand and stared at pansy deeply. Then he flashed out the wand in his right hand and waved it quickly.

"Miss Parkinson, are you questioning my orders?"

"Bang!"

At the moment when Martin waved his wand, pansy felt as if his strength had been evacuated, and flopped on the floor.

Then, an unspeakable sense of weakness immediately filled her heart, as if her soul would leave her body the next moment.

In fact, although this pain does not originate from pain, it is no inferior to the heart drilling curse.

But the good thing is that although the room is full of stench, there is no dirt on the ground. Compared with the greasy black floor formed by stepping on the dirt in the pig head bar, it is obviously much cleaner here.

"No... I'm sorry, Mr. Martin... I apologize for my impoliteness just now. Please, please stop!"

Watching pansy fall to the ground and tremble gently, although Maka feels a little sorry, she can only stand still and wait silently. Because he knew that Martin was just a demonstration,

Sure enough, Martin waved his stick again soon, which gave pansy a chance to catch his breath. While the latter fell on the ground and breathed hard, Martin said coldly:

"Of course, it's just to question me, but you betrayed me... Why didn't you save Muriel when you went to the dungeon of the Ministry of magic? Not only that, after leaving the Ministry of magic, you directly returned to Hogwarts and didn't even have any contact with me!"

At this point, he suddenly sneered.

"Well, what do you mean? McLean suspects you... If I see, you don't dare to come to me because you know I must have seen through your disguise and deception? Hmm? Am I right - Miss spy sent by McLean?"

"No, how could this --"

Pansy tried her best to hold up her upper body. For a moment, she just sat on the floor and looked up and said:

"No one will joke about his life, right? And my life is in your hands now... What's more, I'm a member of the Parkinson family. How can I obey that McLean's order?"

"Pure blood family... Hum, that's just a bunch of jokes!"

Martin couldn't help laughing at the thought of those pure blood wizards who saw McLean like a cat's mouse.

The so-called "pride of pure blood" is worthless in his opinion.

However, the first half of what pansy said made Martin unable to refute - yes! Parkinson's life is still in his hands. He can let the other party die on the spot almost at any time.

So, is there anything more terrible than death?

A moment later, Martin suddenly shook his hand and said:

"It's not impossible for me to believe you - as I mentioned in my letter, you go to the dungeon of the Ministry of magic again and save Muriel! If it's done, I won't kill you, but I'll give you the third and last step of the magic ceremony, so that you can get the power that ordinary people can't imagine!"

As he spoke, Martin gave a little pause and turned away.

"You can take this as my order or a deal... Whatever you think! In short, I want to see Muriel appear in front of me as soon as possible, okay?"

"This... How is this possible?"

Although Maka mentioned that if necessary, you can "don't know" about the martial law of the Ministry of magic, there seems to be no need to pretend to know at this time.

When Panxi heard the speech, he immediately shouted:

"Now the Ministry of magic can't even get into an invisible beast. How can I bring Muriel out? And Mr. Martin, perhaps you don't know, Muriel volunteered to stay in the dungeon at that time - there was a strong protective spell on the door of the dungeon, and eluli could only open one with all her strength, and she almost fainted on the spot!"

Marca didn't ask her to say that.

Because at this time, it will make things more complicated if she is also involved. Therefore, Maka believes that instead of taking the trouble to explain, it is better to simplify and only use the hidden dangers of magic ceremony to win Martin's trust.

But pansy seemed to think that half true and half false lies would be easier to be believed, so he temporarily decided to add more drama to himself.

Anyway, he will know these things sooner or later after Muriel meets Martin.

However, it is obvious that this kind of thing will only confuse Martin.

"What?" he suddenly turned around and frowned. "Muriel volunteered to stay in the dungeon? Just to take care of your friend's feelings? What are you talking about?"

Martin said, as if he thought it was really hard to say with Muriel's character, so he soon stopped himself.

"... Gee, although it's ridiculous, it's not necessarily nonsense... Damn it!"