Chapter 1160: The envy of Miss Parkinson

? With Kingsley's "Auror leader" assisting him without a trace, it is no longer difficult to pass through the security checkpoint. Even if Martin still had a difficult move with Muriel this time, they passed quickly and silently without anyone noticing.
"Miss Parkinson, because there is still a trial that is not absent, I can only send you here. But please also remember to return to Hogwarts and go to Mr. McLean first, he should still have I want to talk to you. "
This last sentence, Kingsley naturally said to Martin hiding in the dark.
After all, according to Pansy's previous statement, Maca should still doubt her right now. And since it's skeptical, it must naturally show a little sense of surveillance and observation.
Standing in front of a fireplace in the Ministry's lobby, Pansy nodded instantly.
"Of course, I will go."
Watching Kingsley turn around and walk back, Pansy paused for a while and waited for him to go far away, and then grabbed a handful of flying powder to enter the fireplace.
"... to the broken cauldron bar."
Martin's voice sounded coldly behind her, and she was about to stop falling Fly-Fan's hand for a moment before she said quietly:
"The broken cauldron bar--"
"Oh!"
With a bright green flame, she was swallowed up by the tongue of fire and disappeared into the fireplace.
But almost no one noticed that the green flame seemed to be following a little more.
...
"No, it's not over there. Overturned alley can't go anymore-let's go out first! I have another place on the black market."
After coming out of the fireplace in the broken cauldron bar, Martin's voice came again, and stopped Pansy, who was trying to walk towards the backyard.
When Pansy left the Broken Cauldron Bar and arrived on the streets outside Muggle, she saw Martin who had not been seen directly during the entire trip today.
On the other hand, Muriel's condition was obviously not very good. Only with Martin's help, he could barely stand.
"Miss Muriel? You ... what exactly happened?"
Pansy and Muriel can be said to be unfamiliar, but at least she is very impressed with each other, so it cannot be said that they are strange.
But Martin apparently didn't have the time to greet them both.
"Let ’s wait for a chat and say, it's not much safer than the broken cauldron bar ... Hurry!" He lowered his voice and said quickly, "Come, help me!"
Martin clearly knew that even the Muggle World's Ministry of Magic was paying attention during this period in order to discover some changes worthy of notice as soon as possible.
"Ok."
After receiving Muriel's arm from the opponent's hand, Pansydon felt a sink in his body, because almost all of Muriel leaned on her at once.
Of course, compared to the odor that still remains today, a little weight really does not seem to matter.
Panxi half-trailed and held Muriel, followed Martin for a short distance, and then turned to the side of the alley following the other side. After the phantoms of the three men became apparent, they appeared near the entrance to the black market.
After that, it was natural to enter the black market through the passage of the Dark Spirit Pavilion. After many rounds and seven rounds, three people walked around in the slightly lonely black market town for a long time before they came to a rather modest little broken house.
There is not enough light in this black market. In addition, many pedestrians who come and go are obviously becoming more and more gloomy. Not to mention, this old house seems to have been unused for a long time, and it looks like a haunted house where ghosts live.
"Come in, help Muriel go upstairs, I've cleaned it up."
When Pan Xiyi helped the other person to enter the room, Martin looked at the dark alley outside and looked at it. After checking that no one was there, he closed the door tightly.
With a slightly squeaky squeak, Pansy took Muriel to a bedroom on the second floor-you can see that it was indeed cleaned. With all the furnishings out of date, this is a pretty good home.
Seeing that the bedding on the bed was also clean, Pansy was trying to lift Muriel directly to lie down, but he heard a sudden voice at the door behind him.
"Wait! Don't let her sleep ..."
Martin walked in quickly from the outside and waved his wand to open the cupboard against the wall, while a fleece blanket floated from inside.
After he replaced the thin sheets on the bed with blankets, and replaced the bedding with a thicker one, he put Muriel on the bed with Pansy.
"Parkinson, will she cook? I think she must have something to eat--"
"what?"
Pan Xi's words were a stun.
"Oh, sorry, I ... I haven't been in the kitchen."
"Well, I should have thought about it, how could a lady from the Parkinson's family cook in person?" Martin shook his head. "Bring the fireplace up, the black market is not warm day or night-burn a fire, cook Hot water club? Take care of Muriel for me. I'll get something to eat. "
Looking at Martin frantically, Pansy, who had always had no favor with this man, suddenly felt that he seemed unqualified to look down on him at all.
"If Draco could be so gentle to me, how good would it be?" She mumbled softly, took out her wand and pointed to the fireplace. "Flame ... in the end, it seems like there is only Mike in the boys I know Ryan would make me a cup of tea and warm myself occasionally ... "
"... Well, it's no wonder that Miss All-Star knows that he won't let go."
Of course, she didn't dare to ask for a boy like Marka—although the other party seemed to be okay everywhere, but that was already completely beyond her range.
While putting the water-filled kettle on the shelf of the fireplace to cook, Pansy glanced back at Muriel, who was drowsy in the duvet, and a little envy appeared in her heart. a feeling of.
Not long after, in the creak of an old staircase, Martin controlled a plate of tortillas and a large pot of steaming butter stew and walked in from the outside.
After putting the plate and tableware on the small round table in the bedroom, he served Muriel with stews and turned his head slightly to look at Pansy by the fireplace.
"You should be hungry too? Come and have some food together! Today ... indeed, thanks to you."
Martin has never been a man of gratitude. Just saying that, he didn't say anything anymore, he went to the bedside with a spoon and a bowl and looked for Muriel.
Panxi pursed her lips, went to the round table, filled herself, and put some shortbread in it, then returned to the fireplace and ate silently.
The orange light flickered lightly in front of her, occasionally blowing up a few sparks and splashing at her feet.
"... muriel, come and eat ... muriel?"
Martin at the bedside looked at the the bed, calling the other's name softly, but in fact he didn't know what it was like at the moment.
Maybe it's love for this girl? Or is it just an inexplicable sense of responsibility from the heart of a man?
he does not know.
He only knew that the anger in his heart was genuine, the kind of raging flames that almost wanted to kill the Ministry of Magic and cast a heart-cursing spell on everyone who might kill Muriel.
However, he knew he couldn't do that.
A moment of anger can only be exchanged for more regrets-Muriel now obviously needs someone to take care of him, and he can't give someone else to take care of her.
Well, the only Parkinson who seems to be suitable is still a little girl who is probably not taking good care of her life.
"Muriel? How are you feeling? Can you hear me talking?"
To be honest, this suddenly reminded Martin of his feelings of taking care of his grandmother with his mother when he was a kid. At that time, the old man was like this. When others were talking in front of her, she seemed to be incomprehensible, and she just kept thinking.
Pick up a wooden spoon, pick up some stews from the bowl, he blew gently until he reached the other side's mouth.
It was probably the warmth and aroma coming from her mouth that inspired Muriel's subconscious reaction, and she saw that she slowly opened her mouth and put the spoon in her mouth.
Seeing this, Martin raised his hand and carefully pulled out the spoon, so that Muriel could not even chew the spoon together.
"Well?"
A few seconds later, Muriel, who was almost frozen, seemed to have finally recovered. She rolled her eyes and blinked at Martin.
"father?"
Martin looked at her, and couldn't help blinking, wondering what to say for a moment.
He naturally remembered that Muriel had told him about the desire to revive his father. Perhaps the father who has died long ago is the man she loved and remembered most in her life.
"Dad, don't put sugar in the stew ... Mum said so many times."
"... I didn't put any sugar."
Although it wasn't Muriel's "dad", he made the cream stew—it looked like Muriel wasn't so satisfied.
"Muriel? Remember the 'shadow' you said? If you still remember, tell me about the situation at the time!"
Obviously, the status of the other party has been worsening since she woke up. At the time, she could at least recognize Martin in the Ministry of Magic, but now she can't tell who it is.
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"Shadow?" Muriel stunned for a long time, and then slowly slowly said, "Oh ... that, is the shadow? Hurrah, come over to me ... Hurrah ..."
It seems that she really did not know what she had encountered before.
"Then ... in any case, let's eat first! It's too cold to eat."
After feeding a spoonful of hot stew from the bowl, Martin lowered the spoon and took out his wand again-he decided to see for himself what happened.
"Muriel ... Come, look at me!"
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