Chapter 1161

With Kingsley, the "Auror leader", giving assistance without trace, it is no longer difficult to pass through the security channel. Even if Martin had a Muriel with some difficulties in action this time, they soon passed quietly without anyone noticing.

"Miss Parkinson, I can only send you here because there is still a bad absence from the trial. But please remember to go to Mr. McLean when you return to Hogwarts. He should have something else to say to you."

Kingsley naturally said this last sentence to Martin, who was hiding in the dark.

After all, according to pansy's previous statement, Maka should still doubt her now. Since it is doubt, it is natural to show a little sense of monitoring and observation.

Standing in front of a fireplace in the lobby of the Ministry of magic, pansy nodded immediately.

"Of course, I will."

Watching Kingsley turn and walk back, pansy paused for a moment. When he was far away, he grabbed a handful of floss powder and went into the fireplace.

"... go to the Leaky Cauldron bar."

Martin's voice sounded coldly behind her. Her hand, which was about to fall off floorpan, stopped slightly, and then said softly:

"Leaky Cauldron bar -"

"Bang!"

With a burst of bright green magic flame, she was immediately engulfed by the flame and disappeared into the fireplace.

But almost no one noticed that the green flame seemed to beat again.

……

"No, not over there. I can't go to the overturned Lane - go out first! I have another place on the black market."

After coming out of the fireplace of the Leaky Cauldron bar, Martin's voice came again and stopped pansy, who was trying to walk in the back yard.

When pansy left the Leaky Cauldron bar and came to the Muggle street outside, she saw Martin who had not been seen directly in the whole operation today.

Muriel's condition was obviously not very good at each other's hand. Only with Martin's help could she barely stand firm.

"Miss Muriel? What the hell happened to you?"

Pansy and Muriel are not very familiar, but at least she is very impressed with each other, so she can't be said to be strange.

But Martin obviously didn't have the time to say hello to them.

"Chat until the place. It's not much safer than the broken cauldron bar... Go!" he lowered his voice and quickly said, "come on, help me!"

Martin clearly knew that even the Muggle world Ministry of magic had paid attention to this period in order to find some noteworthy changes as soon as possible.

"Yes."

When he took Muriel's arm from the other party's hand, pansyden felt heavy, because Muriel almost leaned on her at once.

Of course, compared with the smell that still remains today, that little weight really doesn't matter.

Pansy half dragged and half held Muriel, followed Martin for a short distance, and then followed him into an alley. It was only after the illusion of the three appeared that they appeared near the entrance to the black market.

After that, naturally, it entered the black market through the channel of dark spirit Pavilion. After a long round trip, the three people walked around the slightly lonely black market town for a long time before they came to a rather insignificant little broken house.

There is not enough light in the black market, and there are many fewer pedestrians coming and going, which obviously becomes more and more gloomy. Not to mention, such an old house seems to have been unused for a long time. It looks like a haunted house inhabited by ghosts.

"Come in and help Muriel to the second floor. I've cleaned it up."

When pansy helped each other into the house, Martin looked at the dark alley outside with his head. After checking and confirming that there was no one, he closed the door tightly.

With a slightly harsh squeak, pansy took Muriel to a bedroom on the second floor - it can be seen that it was indeed cleaned. Apart from the fact that all kinds of furnishings are already old, this is still a good home.

Seeing that the bedding on the bed was also clean, pansy was trying to help Muriel up and lie down directly, but suddenly a voice sounded at the door behind her.

"Wait! Don't let her sleep yet..."

Martin came in quickly from the outside, waved his wand, opened the cabinet against the wall, and even a plush blanket floated up from inside.

After he changed the thin sheets of the bed into blankets and the bedding into a thicker one, he and pansy got Muriel into bed.

"Parkinson, can you cook? I think she must need something to eat -"

"Ah?"

Panxi was stunned when he heard the speech.

"Oh, sorry, i... I haven't been in the kitchen."

"Well, I should have thought of it. How could miss Parkinson's cook herself?" Martin shook his head. "Make the fireplace. It's not warm in the black market day or night - always burn a fire and boil hot water? Take care of Muriel for me and I'll go down and get something to eat."

Looking at Martin busy, pansy, who had never liked this man, suddenly felt that he was not qualified to look down on him at all.

"If Draco could be so gentle to me," she murmured softly, took out her wand and pointed to the fireplace. "The fire is blazing... In the end, it seems that among the boys I know, only McLean would occasionally make me a cup of tea and warm up..."

"... well, no wonder the lady who knows everything will keep an eye on him and won't let him go."

Of course, she doesn't dare to ask for a boy like Maka - although the other party seems to be good everywhere, it's already completely beyond her capacity.

While putting the kettle filled with water on the fireplace shelf to cook, pansy looked back at Muriel, who was huddled in the quilt. A feeling of envy came into his heart.

Soon, amid the creaking of the old stairs, Martin came in from the outside, controlling a plate of tortillas and a large pot of steaming cream stew.

After putting the plates and tableware on the small round table in the bedroom, he looked around at pansy by the fireplace while holding the stew for Muriel.

"You should be hungry, too? Come and have some! Today... Thanks to you."

Martin has never been a man good at thanking. After saying this, he didn't make a sound again. He took the spoon and bowl to the bedside to find Muriel.

Pansy pursed her mouth, went to the round table to serve some, put some crisps in it, and retreated to the fireplace to eat silently.

The orange flame flickered gently in front of her, occasionally exploding a few sparks and splashing at her feet.

"... Muriel, come and have something to eat... Muriel?"

Martin at the head of the bed looked at the girl on the bed and whispered each other's names, but he didn't know how he felt at the moment.

Maybe it's love for this girl? Or is it just an inexplicable sense of responsibility from a man's heart?

He didn't know.

All he knew was that the anger in his heart was genuine. It was the kind of raging anger that almost wanted to kill back to the Ministry of magic and cast a heart drilling curse on everyone who might kill Muriel.

However, he knew better that he couldn't do that.

A moment of anger can only bring more regret - Muriel obviously needs someone to take care of her now, and he simply can't hand over the work of taking care of her to others.

Well, the only seemingly suitable Parkinson is a little girl who can't even take care of her own life.

"Muriel? How do you feel? Can you hear me?"

To tell the truth, Martin suddenly remembered his feeling of taking care of his grandmother with his mother when he was a child. At that time, the old man was like this. When others spoke in front of her, she seemed not to understand at all. She only knew to be distracted.

He picked up the wooden spoon and scooped up some stew from the bowl. He blew it gently and came to each other's mouth.

Probably the warmth and aroma from her mouth aroused Muriel's subconscious reaction. She slowly opened her mouth and put the spoon into her mouth.

Seeing this, Martin quickly raised his hand and carefully pulled out the spoon so that Muriel wouldn't chew the spoon together.

"Well?"

A few seconds later, Muriel, whose mind was almost frozen, seemed to have finally recovered a little. She turned her eyes and blinked at Martin.

"Dad... Dad?"

Martin looked at her and couldn't help blinking. He didn't know what to say for a moment.

He naturally remembered that Muriel told him about her desire to revive her father. Perhaps, the father who has long died is the most favorite and unforgettable man in her life.

"Dad, don't put sugar in the stew... Mom has said it many times."

"... I didn't put sugar."

Although not Muriel's "father", he made the cream stew - it seems that Muriel is not so satisfied.

"Muriel? Do you remember the 'shadow' you said? If you remember, tell me about the situation at that time!"

Obviously, the other party's state has been deteriorating since she woke up. At that time, she could at least recognize Martin in the Ministry of magic, but now she can't even distinguish who is in front of her.

If it goes on like this, it is almost impossible to find out the situation.

"Shadow?" Muriel stared blankly for a long time. After a long time, she slowly said, "Oh... That's the shadow? It came to me with a hula... Hula..."

It seems that she really doesn't know what she has met.

"Well... Anyway, eat first! You can't eat when it's cold."

After feeding the hot stew spoon after spoon, Martin put down the spoon and took out his wand again - he decided to see what happened with his own eyes.

"Muriel... Come on, look at me!"