Chapter 1105: Eli Lilly without a surname

Martin smashed to the ground, a fruit of a magical plant called "Mist Melon".
As the name suggests, this fruit releases a large amount of dense mist when it is bitten or broken, thereby losing the creatures trying to use them to the belly in the tropical rain forest.
Of course, because this fruit looks very much like a reduced pumpkin in appearance, it is often nicknamed the "Mist Halloween Fruit" by wizards. It is said that in the past, when the Halloween world began to hold Halloween parties every year, it would throw a few on the ground to add some atmosphere.
At that time, this harmless and pleasing fruit suddenly swept the entire European magic world and became a very popular holiday commodity.
However, because the fruit itself has no medicinal value, it will only be sold every year around Halloween, so no one has ever intentionally planted it.
Year after year, the output is not too big, because some people will go to a few places to pick before Halloween, and naturally they will become less and less.
Until now, only a magical botanical garden to save endangered plants has occasionally held limited gifts during Halloween to promote the concept of protecting flora and fauna.
I don't know if Martin visited that botanical garden on which Halloween year, and brought such a "Halloween Limited Edition" fog melon, which happened to be used tonight.
To be honest, when Lucius and Draco were instantly surrounded by such a thick fog, they both collapsed.
However, to say that Martin ’s misty melon is also used very cleverly. The almost completely closed indoor space like the underground church not only allows the mist generated by the misty melon to last longer, but also especially Difficult to disperse.
The moment the mist filled the entire church, many wizards who followed Lucius had habitually cast a curse of swirling air. But there is no other effect except to make the indoor mist tumbling.
"The Vanishing Curse! Use the Vanishing Curse--"
As Lucius waved his wand in the thick mist, he reminded others aloud to do what he said.
Then, when the fog became thinner because it disappeared piece by piece, they saw that the congregation who had played with them back and forth just now had a phantom shape.
In this regard, the wizards summoned by Lucius all looked very upset, and some even complained in a low voice because they had lost credit.
But Malfoy and his son, who were standing in front of the church, now looked at each other and nodded.
"Who brought the Phantom Displacement Detection Ball? While they are just leaving, go and see if you can find where those guys are going!" Someone hurriedly exclaimed, "Even if the general direction and distance can be detected. what!"
The words fell a little bit, and the wizards in the entire underground church acted again, looking busy for a while.
Unfortunately, the precision of alchemy tools in this era is generally too low. At such times, it may be necessary to call Marka over to make him a "human detector" to determine where Martin's group fled.
However, if you have to know where they are now, it doesn't seem to be too much trouble, does it?
"Draco, you did a great job today-especially the shattering curse, that almost cost the guy a big deal!"
With a smile of relief, Lucius praised his son and said:
"It's late, and there will be classes tomorrow. You can go back to school! Give it to me here."
Draco was naturally very happy to be praised by his father. But what made him even more pleased was that starting from tonight, his father was finally able to show up in front of people without burden.
Draco had no regrets about the hurtful words he had told his father when he was bewitched by the mysterious power.
Nowadays, though, it mainly depends on the opportunity given by that guy McLean. But this not only saves the father from having to hide at home all day, but also gives the Malfoy family a chance to come back to life, which is obviously a worthwhile deal.
"Okay, father."
Even if there were a lot of things in his heart, Draco didn't say anything in the end, but just silently responded. Immediately after, he left the underground church with a phantom shift.
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Draco's mission was complete, and everything after that would be left to his father, Lucius Malfoy. As for the future development of the Malfoy family, it depends on Lucius's consciousness.
After all, their home is now equivalent to standing on the opposite side of Haierbo, but it can no longer be a swaying wall grass as before.
At the same time, at the moment, Pansy was appearing on the streets of London with the witch with blood of fairy spirit.
In fact, although she left the underground church while taking advantage of Martin's thick fog, the obvious location was just a random choice.
At that time, she just wanted to find a remote place, so somehow she remembered a corner of the Thames, and then subconsciously appeared here with a little child witch around her.
"……This is where?"
As Pan Xi frowned lightly because of a back shoulder injury, she heard the little child around him wondering to himself.
But soon, the other side saw the river behind him.
Although it is now night, the lights of the city of London are colorful, reflected on a dark river, full of bright scenery.
Pansy supported her shoulders with her wand, and then hesitated:
"Where is your house? I'll send you back ... Then, is there a potion for healing in your house? I think I need to treat the wound on my shoulder."
However, the little child's witch heard a word, and then quickly shook her head. Although Pansy couldn't see the expression on her face because of the hood, she could still feel the apology in her heart.
"I'm sorry," I heard her answer in that sharp voice, "I ... I can't go there, I'm really sorry! And, you better not use the Phantom Shift spell any more, with wounds. If you curse, a split accident is likely to occur! "
Panxi knew that the other party was actually right--especially that she was not very skilled in using the Phantom Shift spell. She had been very reluctant to take her with her personally. It would be difficult to say if she could do it again.
Thinking of this, she first removed the blood on her body with a cleansing spell, and then greeted the little child, Wu, to the road near the beach.
"If that's the case, call the Knight Bus! I'll take you home first, and then I'll go to the broken cauldron bar and open a room to deal with the wound ... Although most of the shops in Diagon Alley have been closed, you can turn them over There should also be a potion store over there. "
Obviously, it is impossible for her injury to go to San Mungo for treatment. Even the magic hospital will also receive patients who need emergency treatment at night.
While talking, Pansy had waved her wand by the side of the road.
"Crunch--"
"Oh no ... I won't go back, I'll accompany you to the broken cauldron bar!"
The Knight Bus was notoriously on call, just as the little child witches spoke, two beams of dazzling lights followed the body from the imaginary to the two in front of them.
"Welcome to the Knights Bus, this is an emergency passenger service for distressed witches or witches ..."
This set of invariant service words rang out from the ticket seller leaning against the door, and the tone was still so boring that Pansy didn't even want to listen.
Compared to Draco, who rarely rides a Cavaliers bus, Pansy has sat many times. Seeing that she took out a handful of Yinxi Ke from her pocket, counted a part and put it in the ticket seller's hand.
"Are you sure you don't go back first?" She turned back. "If you go back too late, will anyone in your family find out about you going out at night?"
"Ah, it's okay! Just go back before dawn."
The little child Witch said as she began to pick up the coins, but Pansy paid her generously.
Although the Parkinson's family did have some money, it wasn't even a small car ride.
Before long, after an unpleasant left and right burst, they quickly got off the bus and reached the street where the broken cauldron bar was located.
Because there were other people in the car, the two basically did not have much communication. When he got out of the car at this time, Panxi asked casually:
"By the way, I'm Pansy Parkinson ... Maybe you know, the pure-blood Parkinson's family ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Excuse me ... What should I call you?"
"Uh ... you just call me Illy," said the little child Wu Wu. "Sorry, I don't have a surname."
It can be heard that when she said this sentence, her tone seemed a little low. From this thought, her fairy blood is likely to come from her father.
"It's not necessary to apologize, because I don't think it's a matter of shame ... And, I think you can use your father's name as your last name. What's the idea?"
Panxi secretly picked the wording in her heart, in order to make her relationship with the other party further.
It's a pity that she has never tried to do such a comforting thing, and it is obviously a bit stiff now when she temporarily adapts.
Fortunately, Illy walking beside did not notice this at all.
"I know the Parkinson family, but I didn't expect that there are good people like you in the pure blood family ... Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to say bad things about the pure blood wizard!"