Chapter 1133 The Last Prisoner

? A person's dungeon is undoubtedly full of loneliness.

After Pansy left with Iluli in a hurry, Muriel was the only one left in the Ministry of Magic's dungeon.

Although after that, there were already two fixed-point guards and two patrol officers in the corridor outside the cell, but Muriel couldn't chat with them after all.

But fortunately, she was not a girl who was afraid of loneliness since she was a child.

Muriel had lost her mother since the day she was born. I once heard from my father that it was a very rare dystocia in the magic world. Although I invited St. Mungo's therapist to the house in time, it was of no avail in the end.

Of course, Muriel didn't feel much about it because her mother passed away so early. If I have to say it, that is, when I was a child, I was envious of other children who could spend Christmas together as a family of three, right?

The first time Muriel was so sad that she shed tears should have been when her father died unexpectedly when she was still in the third year at Hogwarts.

It was a work accident. The father, who was a potionist, was exhausted from long hours of work and ended up stirring the cauldron in the wrong direction. Due to the sudden decomposition of certain components of the medicinal liquid, a violent explosion was caused that spread to more than half of the potion preparation room.

The inextinguishable magic flame directly swallowed him, three other colleagues, and two house elves, leaving only a few piles of surprisingly crisp bones.

I heard that Muggle funerals have become popular for burying ashes, right? Now, my father, who has never been able to keep up with the trend, finally caught up with the fashion.

Thinking of this, Muriel's nose felt a little sore.

And probably from the day Dad left, Muriel began to get involved with Potions. She returned to Hogwarts shortly after her father's funeral and plunged headlong into the school's well-stocked library.

Serious study, good talent and diligent self-study as if desperately, graduated from the actual level of the upper limit of the Potions exam.

However, Muriel, who left Hogwarts, still did not stop her study of Potions.

After returning to her home in Knockturn Alley, she immersed herself in research and study until the inheritance left to her by her parents was exhausted.

It must be said that the research of potions is indeed very expensive. Even though Muriel's family has been potion masters for several generations, and her grandfather has earned a lot of Galleons for the development of several new types of potions, it still cannot withstand Muriel's continuous consumption over the years.

But, of course, it is not difficult for Muriel, who has already achieved something, to get money. Just running an inconspicuous potion material shop in Knockturn Alley, and selling some high-quality potions that are difficult to prepare, gave her enough Galleons to continue her research.

But until now, no one seems to know what she is working so desperately for.

Until one day, when a male wizard named Martin came here especially after being introduced by a regular customer, and bought some not-so-special potions. This man immediately broke into Muriel's personal world built with high walls.

That was the first time that Muriel discovered that it was actually quite nice to have a man by her side from time to time, who made no difference whether he was there or not!

And one day after meeting Martin, when the two of them were sitting in the corner of the potion preparation room having a simple dinner, Muriel uttered her long-cherished wish to anyone other than herself for the first time .

"I want to research a potion that can bring people back from the dead—it's the kind of potion that'even if a person has been reduced to ashes, he can still be resurrected"!"

Since ancient times, there have been many people who desire eternal life, and there are actually quite a few people who desire to resurrect someone.

But is this possible?

To be honest, rather than believing in being able to resurrect others, Martin personally believes in the existence of eternal life in this world. At the very least, there is still a Nicole Flamel in front of everyone, isn't it?

But even if he didn't believe it, he didn't say a word of persuasion to Muriel.

Perhaps because of Martin's silent support, Muriel, who was always alone, acquiesced to his existence, and even gradually developed trust in him.

Muriel remembered that whenever she had any difficulties, Martin was always the first and only one who would rush to help her in time.

She also remembered that Martin was also the only one who didn't secretly frown because of the stench in the house after entering her house.

That's right, in fact, Muriel knew about the stench in her own home. It's just that due to the needs of some research, she couldn't clean up the terrible smell, so she could only let it go.

Fortunately, there is at least one Martin who doesn't dislike it, and is even willing to go there often.

Muriel is not afraid of being alone, but probably not many people would like to be alone... If she could choose, she would prefer to have someone to accompany her occasionally when she is not busy, even if it is just to chat occasionally.

But now, there was no Martin in this dungeon, and she was the only one left.

"Crackling——"

It was that strange sound again, intermittently ringing and stopping, and could only be barely heard after it calmed down.

Muriel sat in the corner by the door, stretched out her hand and picked up a piece of dry straw from under her body, twisted it a few times to tie a knot, and then threw it in the direction where she heard the sound.

Except for the cell door, the other three directions of the cell were closed, without even a single window. Therefore, the straw knots she threw could at best be thrown against the wall, but the sound obviously came from the multi-person cell next door.

Muriel snorted meaninglessly, intending to continue to take a nap against the wall... I hope I don't dream about my father this time! After all, until now it was far from researching a potion with a resurrection effect, so she couldn't make herself cheeky enough to accept her father's care.

But unfortunately, in the future, she might not even have the chance to fall asleep.

"Well!"

The moment Muriel closed her eyes slightly, a shadow suddenly jumped out from the corner opposite the cell, covering her head and face.

"what sound?"

An Auror standing guard outside suddenly turned around to take a look, only to see Muriel with her head slightly lowered, her face covered by greasy and messy long hair, making it hard to see who she was. Dreaming is waking up.

"Maybe it's sleep talking!"

The colleague standing on the other side also glanced back, then shook his head.

"I've seen it once just now, she was dozing off."

"yes?"

The Auror who was the first to speak nodded, but he was still not at ease—this is a special period, the minister has already issued a death order, and there must be no more accidents.

Although they Aurors always feel that this minister is a bit unreliable, if they have to say something, it's not a bad thing to be careful.

"Dangdang——"

As he thought about it, he reached out and knocked on the iron bar of the prison door, causing the sound of knocking metal to gradually reverberate in the dungeon.

"Are you awake?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Muriel in the cell suddenly raised her head, and a pair of black eyes like ink were revealed between the gaps in her long hair.

"Isn't this awake?"

"You will wake up if you are knocked on the ear like this!" The colleague next to him couldn't help but complain.

He gave the other party a helpless look, and then looked at Muriel in the prison again.

"Just now, whoop, whoop, what are you doing!"

It can be seen that Muriel's eyes seem to be a little abnormally dull at this time. But because her long locks of hair covered most of her face, people couldn't see her expression clearly.

After hearing the Auror's sharp questioning, Muriel shook her head slightly. Although she shook her head slightly, but at such a close distance, both Aurors could see it.

Although Muriel didn't answer directly, the first Auror didn't seem to have any problem after seeing her, so he didn't ask any more questions immediately.

Maybe it's just like what my colleague just said, it's just a sleepy dream!

However, when the two Aurors on duty outside the cell turned back and stood on both sides of the cell door to continue fighting against sleepiness, they did not see Muriel's eyeballs gradually being filled with black. In the end, even the whites of the eyes completely turned into a deep and hollow black.

After a while, Muriel, who remained silent, finally slowly closed her eyes again, leaving only the faint coldness at the corner of her mouth.

...

No one knows the changes in the Ministry of Magic's dungeons for the time being, let alone where the shadow that pounced on Muriel came from.

And almost at the same time, Pansy from Hogwarts, together with Draco, hurried to the latter's home after asking for leave.

This time, after hearing Maca's approval, Snape approved the two people's leave papers very readily, and he didn't even care that Draco had to ask for leave.

From Snape's point of view, such crap had nothing to do with him anyway.

As long as Maca didn't run to him with a shy face and begged him for something, he wouldn't care about it, and he didn't want to, because now he just hoped that he could live a peaceful and peaceful life as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

He'd had enough of annoying schemes like that.

To be honest, Pansy now has ideas similar to Snape's. It's a pity that she didn't get out of the game like Snape did, and she was far from being qualified to turn a blind eye to everything.

"Draco, is your house... not quite the same as before?"

Before entering Hogwarts, the young Pansy followed her parents to Malfoy's house as a guest—she still vaguely remembered that there was a beautiful and noble white peacock in the yard of this mansion of.

But now, it seems that many places have changed... This place has become more vibrant than before, full of flowers and greenery.

The genius remembers the address of this site in a second: . Mobile version reading URL: m.