Chapter 1157: Whose poisonous hand?

"嘭, 嘭 "
The two stun spells landed on the heads of the two Auror guards at about the same time, causing them to hit the stone walls on both sides of the prison door heavily.
Not to mention the damage caused by the stun spell hitting the head, the back of the head just hit the wall, for fear that it will be enough to cause a concussion.
This is really fierce enough.
To be honest, Martin alone can't release two spells at the same time, but they can do it.
At the next moment, Martin, who proactively cast the curse, finally revealed his figure outside the cell because of the ineffectiveness of the potion.
"Open the cell door."
After stunning the two gatekeepers, Martin shook his head at the inspector who had just helped him clear the way, and signaled him to find a way to open the door.
But then he found out that the other party did not do what he said, but stood in place and shook his head.
"Without keys and passwords ... the door won't open."
"Neither of them?" Martin pointed to the Auror, who was lying on both sides.
"No," when the Auror inspector shook his head again, his tone slightly stiff and authentic. "The key is on the office wall, and the password is only known to Mr. Shackle, the room chief."
"Damn," Martin whispered in a frown, frowning angrily. "Why didn't the cell in which Illuri was held just now ... eh?"
Martin, muttering angry in front of the cell door, soon noticed that something was wrong.
When the guards were still just now, Muriel could still make sense without saying a word, but now three of the Aurors have fainted two, and one more is clearly on their side. Why does Muriel shrink No sound in the cell?
"Mouriel!"
"Dang Dang—"
"Muriel?"
He didn't even worry about whether the sound would reach other people's ears, shouting the girl's name into the cell while reaching out and knocking twice on the iron fence of the cell door.
I have to say that this dungeon is indeed quite dim, but just standing in the corridor and looking at the cell, it is difficult to see what it was like Muriel squatting over the corner.
What's more, the long hair on the other side has always been scattered so messily that people can't see her face at all.
Fortunately, Muriel seems to be responding to her shouts and knocks-at least Martin thinks this should be a good phenomenon.
"Are you okay?" He held the iron fence and looked at Muriel, who slowly turned around, and continued to ask, "What the is going on? Why don't you speak?"
Deep in the cell, Muriel didn't answer Martin's question, she just shook her head slowly.
"What the is going on ..."
Martin shoved the prison door anxiously, taking two steps back, and immediately raised his right hand holding the wand. Then he saw him point his stick straight at the keyhole of the prison door and said clearly:
"Powdered!"
"boom!"
A burst of sparks spattered, and Martin could not help raising his arms to cover his head. But when he lowered his hand to inspect the door lock of the prison door, he found that the keyhole was almost intact, with only a small dent.
Needless to say, there is obviously a protective spell on the cell door, and there is likely to be more than one.
But Martin just shook his head slightly.
"... At least this has caused tangible damage, indicating that the magic above is not so strong that I will give up choosing to violently crack."
That being said, instead of casting a more powerful spell, Martin took out the potion he had brought from his arms.
Muriel's inadvertently refined potion is not available at the moment. What he needs at the moment is actually another special potion, the death potion.
Just listening to the name of this potion will undoubtedly be a pretty terrible potion.
In fact, this potion was still used by the Ministry of Magic in many countries, including the US Magic Congress, to execute the death sentence decades ago-and it is exactly where it came from.
Speaking of which, its effect is actually very simple, it is extremely corrosive.
Judging by the effects of the death penalty in the past, in addition to creatures, even most magical and non-magical items can be easily corroded. Prisoners who were executed at the time were often even engulfed in seats that were swallowed by mercury-like potions, leaving no residue.
However, with the continuous restriction and even the abolition of the death penalty, this kind of banned private preparations will naturally be completely banned. Only the "living medicament" intentionally increases the difficulty and reduces the certain A degraded version of the effect for the potions to study.
I don't know where Martin is, such a bottle of real death potion.
However, after seeing that he took out the thumb-sized special potion bottle, he opened the sealed bottle cap very carefully, and moved the wand in his right hand to separate a drop of silver liquid.
After letting the drop of medicine float in midair with the floatation spell, he kept busy re-closing the bottle cap and tightening it, and then continued to control the medicine to fall into the lock hole of the prison door.
Then, with a sound of inaudible corrosion, the keyhole was immediately enlarged by a few words. As for the protective spell attached to the prison door, it had no effect at all.
In the end, Martin was seen pulling the wand back, and there was not even a drop of pea-sized medicinal solution.
After waiting for him to reopen the potion bottle, let the potion slowly fall into the bottle mouth and close the cap again, even the user Martin could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
As for this thing, it is estimated that few people will not be afraid when they see it.
"Muriel? Come out now! The door has been opened for you ..."
He reached out and pulled the prison door open, but instead of going straight in, he stood at the door and called again—it was impossible for him to be cautious, after all, Muriel was obviously abnormal.
Had she been in peace, she would have spoken a lot of words long ago.
And just as Martin couldn't bear the silent stalemate, holding his wand halfway and planning to take a closer look, he suddenly noticed that Muriel turned around suddenly.
Due to the darkness in the cell and Muriel's messy hair, Martin still couldn't see her expression, but intuitively told him to never go any further.
"Back!"
An idea flashed in Martin's mind, and he quickly withdrew from the cell and took a step to the side. Almost at the same time, Muriel in the prison jumped up quickly and rushed to the position where he was standing just like a beast!
"Mouriel!"
Martin felt that his mind was a bit overwhelming, and he even wondered if Muriel was bitten by a werewolf and infected with wolf poison.
But even with a mess in his head, his movements were not slow. After finding that the opponent was extremely fast and obviously not weak, he stood decisively without moving, but concentrated his energy and waved his magic wand.
He knew that at Muriel's speed, he couldn't run. Only trying to use the magic spell to deal with it is his best choice right now.
"Stunned!"
Martin still kept his hands.
A blaze of fire was seen across the dark dungeon corridor, heading straight for Muriel, who was half-squat at the door of the prison, who had not yet risen.
"Well?"
Muriel turned her head sideways alertly, then leapt aside with her hands and feet, and although she bumped into the open cell door a little awkwardly, she avoided it.
"The obstacles are--"
Martin can compete with Kingsley on a one-on-one basis, and the use of magic spells is not low. This obstacle spell was almost released following the last coma spell. No matter how fast the opponent was, there was no way to avoid it when it hit the instability of the center of gravity of the thing, making the effect of the spell work on her.
For a moment, the abnormal Muriel slowed down-although it was still much faster than when ordinary people were hit by obstacle spells.
"All petrochemicals!"
Martin's third enchantment finally hit Muriel's shoulders, causing her to freeze completely. But the effect was not enough to make her completely restrained, forcing Martin to re-add the whole body restraint spell.
Watching the rigid Muriel fall to the ground slowly under the effect of the obstacle curse, Martin frowned and lowered the curse slightly.
Then he froze.
"Is it a curse? Or werewolf's toxin? Or ..." Martin murmured, his face full of anger and puzzlement. "Why does the Ministry do this?"
This was the only word he said, but he shook his head again.
"It shouldn't be ... there's no reason for the Ministry of Magic to do this. No, it's not just the Ministry of Magic, there is no reason for anyone to have such a poisonous hand against Muriel!"
Although his heart was full of anger, Martin could barely control his emotions. Because he knew he had to analyze why-even just for Muriel.
It's a pity that the more he thinks, the more he feels clueless-you know, this is Muriel! It's the lonely young girl Muriel who has been alone since she was a student and rarely touched by outsiders!
Martin couldn't even imagine ~ EbookFREE.me ~ who actually made her look like this.
For a long while, he shook his head lightly, forcibly suppressing the disturbing emotions beneath his heart.
"In short, you have to take her out of here first ... if there is an accident in this rescue, I'm afraid he won't even be able to escape, let alone find out why Muriel became this way. "
Martin hurried over and held up Muriel, who was motionless, and then took out another normal-sized potion bottle from his arms.
This time, he took out the potion that Muriel had refined from an accident-even if the world only had the bottles in his arms.
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