Chapter 1158

"Bang, bang -"

Two coma spells fell on the heads of two auro watchmen at almost the same time, causing them to hit the stone walls on both sides of the prison door.

Not to mention the damage caused by the coma curse hitting the head directly, just hitting the back of the head against the wall may be enough to cause a concussion.

This is really cruel enough.

To tell the truth, Martin alone can't release two spells at the same time, but two people can do it.

The next moment, Martin, who took the initiative to cast the spell, finally revealed his figure outside the cell because the medicine failed.

"Open the prison door."

After knocking out the two janitor wizards, Martin turned his head at the inspector who had just helped him clear the obstacles and motioned him to find a way to open the door.

But then he found that the other party did not follow his words, but stood in place and shook his head.

"You can't open the door without a key and password."

"Neither did they?" Martin pointed to Auror who fell on both sides.

"No," the Auror inspector shook his head again, with a slightly stiff tone, "the key is on the wall of the office, and the password is known only to Mr. schacker."

"Damn it," Martin murmured angrily with a frown, "why didn't there be anything in the cell where Emily was held just now... Huh?"

Martin, who was secretly angry in front of the prison door, was muttering, but he soon noticed something wrong.

When the guards were still there just now, Muriel could make sense by keeping silent, but now two of the three Aurors fainted, and another one obviously stood on her side. Why did Muriel still shrink in her cell without a sound?

"Muriel!"

"Dangdang -"

"Muriel?"

He didn't care whether his voice would reach other people's ears. While shouting the girl's name into the cell, he reached out and knocked twice on the iron fence of the cell door.

It must be said that it was really dark in the dungeon. Just standing in the corridor and looking into the cell, it was difficult to see what kind of state Muriel was squatting in the corner.

What's more, the other party's long hair has always been so messy that people can't see her face at all.

But fortunately, Muriel seemed to respond to her shouting and beating - at least Martin thought it should be a good phenomenon.

"Are you all right?" he continued, grasping the iron fence and looking at Muriel who slowly turned her head inside. "What's the matter? Why don't you speak?"

Muriel, deep in the cell, did not answer Martin's questions. She just shook her head slowly.

"What's going on..."

Martin pushed the prison door angrily, took two steps back, followed closely, and raised his right hand holding the magic wand. Then he pointed the tip of his staff at the keyhole of the prison door and read clearly:

"To pieces!"

"Bang!"

A burst of sparks scattered and splashed, so that Martin himself could not help raising his arm and covering his head. But when he put his hand down to check the lock of the prison door, he found that the keyhole was almost intact, only a small dent.

Needless to say, there is obviously a protective spell on the prison door, and there may be more than one.

But Martin just shook his head slightly.

"... at least this has caused real damage, indicating that the magic above is not strong enough to make me give up the choice of violent cracking."

He said so, but instead of casting a more powerful spell, Martin took out the potion he had brought from his arms.

The magic potion that Muriel accidentally refined is not available at the moment. What he needs now is actually another special potion - death potion.

Just listen to the name of this potion. It is undoubtedly a terrible magic potion.

In fact, this medicine was still used by the ministries of magic of many countries, including the U.S. magic Congress, to execute the death penalty decades ago - its name comes from this.

In fact, its effect is very simple, that is, it is extremely corrosive.

In terms of the death penalty effect, in addition to creatures, even the vast majority of magical and non magical items can be easily corroded. At the beginning, the prisoners who were executed were often swallowed up by the liquid medicine in the shape of mercury, even with people and seats.

However, with the successive restrictions and even abolition of the death penalty, the use of this medicament which was originally prohibited to be prepared privately was also completely banned, leaving only the degraded version of "living hell medicament", which deliberately increased the refining difficulty and reduced a certain effect, for magic pharmacists to study and study.

I don't know where Martin got such a bottle of real death potion.

But after taking out the special magic medicine bottle the size of his thumb, he opened the sealed bottle cap very carefully, stirred the wand of his right hand and separated a drop of silver medicine from it.

After floating the drop of potion in the air with the floating spell, he hurriedly covered and tightened the bottle cap again, which continued to control the potion to fall to the lock hole of the prison door.

Then, accompanied by a light and inaudible corrosion sound, the keyhole was immediately expanded by a few points. As for the protective spell attached to the prison door, it didn't produce any effect at all.

In the end, Martin pulled his wand back, and the liquid medicine the size of a pea could not even see whether it had decreased.

So he took the trouble to reopen the magic medicine bottle, let the potion slowly fall into the mouth of the bottle and cover the bottle again. Even Martin, the user, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It's this thing. It's estimated that few people will not be afraid when they see it.

"Muriel? Come out quickly! The door has been opened for you..."

He stretched out his hand and opened the prison door, but he didn't go in directly. Instead, he stood at the door and called again - which could not help his carelessness. After all, Muriel was obviously abnormal.

If it were normal, she would have said a lot of things long ago.

While Martin could not bear the silent stalemate and half held his wand to take a closer look, he suddenly found that Muriel inside suddenly turned her head.

Because of the darkness in the cell and Muriel's messy hair, Martin still couldn't see her expression, but his intuition immediately told him never to go any further.

"Back!"

An idea flashed through Martin's mind. He quickly withdrew from his cell and took a sudden step aside. Almost at the same time, Muriel in the prison jumped up quickly and jumped like a beast to the position he had just stood!

"Muriel!"

Martin felt that his brain could not turn around. He even wondered whether Muriel had been bitten by a werewolf and infected with wolf venom.

But even if his head was in a mess, his action was not slow at all. After discovering that the other party was very fast and his strength was obviously not small, he resolutely stood where he was and did not move. Instead, he concentrated his energy and waved his magic wand.

He knew that at Muriel's speed, he could not run. Only trying to use the magic spell is his best choice at the moment.

"Faint!"

Martin still kept his hand.

A flash of fire swept through the dark dungeon corridor and rushed straight to Muriel's back, who was half squatting at the prison door before she got up.

"Well?"

Muriel seemed to side her head with vigilance, and then jumped aside with her hands and feet. Although she bumped into the open prison door a little clumsily, she was still hidden by her.

"Obstacles -"

Martin, who can match Kingsley one-on-one, naturally has a high level of spell use. This barrier spell was almost released immediately after the last coma spell. No matter how fast the opponent was, he couldn't escape when he hit something with unstable center of gravity, making the spell effect work smoothly on her.

For a moment, the abnormal Muriel moved slowly - although it was still much faster than when ordinary people were hit by the obstacle curse.

"All Petrochemical!"

Martin's third spell finally hit Muriel's shoulder and made her stiff. But the effect was not obvious enough to completely bind her, forcing Martin to mend the whole body bondage spell again.

Seeing that Muriel, who was stiff all over, slowly fell to the ground under the effect of the obstacle spell, Martin frowned and dropped the spell slightly.

Then he was stunned.

"Is it some kind of curse? Or werewolf poison? Or..." Martin muttered, his face full of anger and confusion. "Why did the Ministry of magic do this?"

As soon as he said this, he shook his head again.

"No... the Ministry of magic has no reason to do so. No, not just the Ministry of magic, no one has reason to put such a poisonous hand on Muriel!"

Although his heart was already full of anger, Martin could barely control his emotions. Because he knew that he had to analyze the reasons - even if it was just for Muriel.

Unfortunately, the more he thought about it, the more he felt confused - you know, it was Muriel! It's Muriel, the lonely girl who has been alone since she was a student and rarely contacted by outsiders!

Martin could not imagine who had made her look like this.

For a long time, he couldn't help shaking his head gently and forced down the disturbing emotion in his heart.

"In short, we have to take her out of here first... If there is an accident in this rescue, I'm afraid even he may not be able to escape, let alone find out why Muriel has become like this."

Martin hurried over, picked up the motionless Muriel, and then took out another normal size potion bottle from his arms.

This time, what he took out was the medicine refined by Muriel because of an accident - even if there were only a few bottles in his arms in the world.