Chapter 1105: Iluli Without a Surname

What Martin threw on the ground was the fruit of a magical plant called "foggy melon".

As the name suggests, the fruit releases a dense cloud of mist when bitten or broken, causing creatures trying to feed on them to get lost in the rainforest.

Of course, because the appearance of this fruit is very similar to a shrunken pumpkin, it is often nicknamed "Mist Halloween Fruit" by wizards. It is said that in the past, when the magic world held a Halloween party every year, they would drop a few on the ground to add some atmosphere.

At that time, this harmless and pleasing fruit swept the entire European magic world and became a very popular holiday commodity.

However, because the fruit itself has no medicinal value, and it only sells well around Halloween every year, no one has been deliberately planting it.

Year after year, the output of foggy melons, which are not too large, will naturally become less and less because some people will go to several production areas to pick them before Halloween.

Until now, only one magical botanical garden, in order to save endangered plants, occasionally held limited gift activities during Halloween in order to promote the concept of protecting animals and plants.

I don't know if Martin visited that botanical garden on Halloween in which year, and he picked up 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, both of them were also heartbroken.

But to say that Martin's fog melon is really used very cleverly-an almost completely enclosed indoor space like an underground church can not only keep the fog generated by the fog melon for a longer period of time, but also especially Difficult to disperse.

The moment the fog filled the entire church, many of the wizards who followed Lucius habitually cast the spell of swirling air. But apart from making the fog in the room keep churning, there is no other effect.

"The Vanishing Curse! With the Vanishing Curse—"

Lucius, waving his wand through the thick mist, loudly reminded the others to do the same.

Immediately afterwards, when the mist disappeared piece by piece and became much thinner, they saw that none of the congregants who had fought back and forth with them just now had apparated.

Regarding this, the wizards summoned by Lucius all seemed very annoyed, and some of them even complained in a low voice because they lost credit.

But only Malfoy and his son standing in front of the church,

At this moment, they looked at each other and nodded.

"Who brought an apparition detection ball? Go and see if you can find where those guys have gone before they have just left!" Someone hurriedly shouted, "Even if you can detect the general direction and distance what!"

As soon as the voice fell, the wizards in the entire underground church started to act again, looking very busy for a while.

It's a pity that the precision of alchemy tools in this era is generally too low. At a time like this, it might be necessary to call Maca over so that his "human shape detector" can determine where Martin and his group have fled.

However, if you have to know their current exact location, it doesn't seem like too much trouble, does it?

"Draco, you performed very well today—especially that shattering curse, which almost made that guy suffer a lot!"

With a gratified smile on his face, Lucius praised his son, and then said:

"It's already very late, and there's still class tomorrow, so go back to school right now! Just leave it to me here."

Draco was naturally very happy to be praised by his father. But what made him even more gratified was that starting tonight, his father was finally able to show up in front of people again without any burden.

Regarding the hurtful things he said to his father when he was bewitched by the mysterious power, although Draco never mentioned them again, he still felt a little guilty in his heart.

Now, although it mainly relies on the opportunity given by that guy McLean. But this not only saves father from hiding at home all day long, but also gives the Malfoy family the possibility of bringing the dead back to life. This is obviously a worthwhile transaction.

"Okay, father."

Even though there were a lot of things he wanted to say in his heart, Draco didn't say anything in the end, and just responded silently. Immediately afterwards, he used Apparition to leave the underground church.

...

Draco's mission is considered complete, and everything after that will be handed over to his father, Lucius Malfoy. As for the future development of the Malfoy family, it depends on Lucius' awareness.

After all, their family is now completely on the opposite side of Haierbo, but they can no longer be a vacillating weed like before.

At the same time, at this moment, Pan Xi was appearing on the streets of London with the witch who was of goblin blood.

In fact, although she also took advantage of the thick fog created by Martin to leave the underground church, the location of her appearance was only randomly chosen.

At that time, she just wanted to find a remote place, so she somehow remembered a certain corner of the Thames River, and then subconsciously appeared here with the little witch beside her.

"……This is where?"

While Pansy was frowning slightly because of the injury on her back shoulder, she heard the little witch next to her mutter to herself suspiciously.

But soon, the other party saw the river behind him.

Although it is night now, the lights of the city of London are colorful, reflected on a dark river, and there are feasting scenes everywhere.

Pansy supported his shoulder with the hand holding the wand, hesitated for a moment, and then said:

"Where is your home? I'll take you home... Then, do you have any healing potions at home? I think I need to heal the wound on my shoulder."

However, the little witch was taken aback when she heard the words, and then quickly shook her head. Although Pansy couldn't see the expression on the other's face because of the hood, she could still feel the apology in the other's heart.

"I'm sorry," she replied in that squeaky voice, "I... I can't go there, I'm really sorry! Also, you'd better stop using the Apparating Charm and cast it with injuries If you curse, it is very likely that there will be a split accident!"

Pan Xi knew that what the other party said was actually right—especially that she was not very proficient in using the Apparition Curse, and she was already reluctant to bring someone with her just now, and it was hard to say whether she would succeed if she did it again.

Thinking of this, she used the cleansing spell to remove the blood stains on her body, and then called the little witch to the side of the road near the river beach.

"In this case, let's call the Knight Bus! I'll take you home first, and then I'll open a room at the Leaky Cauldron to treat the wound... Although most of the shops in Diagon Alley are closed, but There should be a potion shop open down the alley."

Obviously, it was impossible for her injury to go to St. Mungo's for treatment, and even the magic hospital would also receive patients who needed emergency treatment at night.

While talking, Pansy had already waved his magic wand on the side of the road.

"Crunch—"

"Oh, no... I won't go back for now, I'll accompany you to the Leaky Cauldron too!"

The Knight Bus is notoriously on call, and at the same time as the little witch opened her mouth, two beams of bright lights jumped from a distance to the front of the two of them at once following the body that turned from virtual to real.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus, an emergency passenger transport for witches or wizards in distress..."

This set of unchanging service terms rang out from the mouth of the conductor leaning against the door, and the tone was still so boring that Pan Xi didn't even want to listen to it.

Compared to Draco, who hardly knew how to ride the Knight Bus, Pansy had already ridden it many times. She took out a handful of Sickles from her pocket familiarly, counted a part and put it in the hands of the conductor.

"Are you sure you don't want to go back first?" She turned back and said, "If you go back too late, will someone at home find out that you went out at night?"

"Ah, it's all right! Just go back before dawn."

While talking, the little witch began to take out coins, but Pansy generously helped her and paid for it.

Although the Parkinson family is indeed short of money, it is not even short of a small amount of money for the car.

Soon, after an unpleasant squabble, they got off the bus and came to the side of the street where the Leaky Cauldron was.

Because there were other people in the car, the two basically didn't communicate much. After getting out of the car at this time, Pan Xi asked casually:

"By the way, I'm Pansy Parkinson... Maybe you know, the pure-blooded Parkinson family. Excuse me... what should I call you?"

"Uh... you can just call me Iluli," the little witch hurriedly said, "Sorry, I don't have a last name."

It can be heard that when she said this, her tone was somewhat low. From this point of view, her fairy blood is likely to come from her father.

"No apology, because I don't think it's something to be ashamed of...Also, I think you could use your father's name as a surname, what's the idea?"

Pan Xi secretly chose the words in his heart, hoping to make his relationship with the other party go further.

It's a pity that she has never tried to do such a comforting thing before, and she is obviously a little stiff when she reacts temporarily.

Fortunately, Iluli, who was walking beside her, didn't 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, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to speak ill of pure-blood wizards!"