Chapter 1160 Envy of Miss Parkinson

? With Kingsley, the "Auror leader", assisting him without a trace, it is naturally no longer difficult to pass through the security channel. Even if Martin brought along Muriel, who was a little difficult to move this time, they quickly passed by without anyone noticing.

"Miss Parkinson, I can only send you here because there is still a trial to be absent. But please remember to go to Mr. McLean after returning to Hogwarts. He should still have I want to talk to you."

Kingsley naturally said the last sentence to Martin who was hiding in the dark.

After all, according to what Pansy said before, Maca should still be suspicious of her now. And since it is suspicion, it is natural to show a little bit of surveillance and observation.

Standing in front of one of the fireplaces in the Ministry's vestibule, Pansy nodded instantly.

"Of course I will."

Watching Kingsley turn and walk back, Pansy paused for a while and waited for him to walk away, then grabbed a handful of floo powder and went into the fireplace.

"...to the Leaky Cauldron."

Hearing Martin's voice suddenly sounded behind her, her hand that was about to drop the Floo powder stopped for a moment, and then said softly:

"The Leaky Cauldron—"

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a burst of bright green magic flames, she was instantly swallowed by the flames and disappeared into the fireplace.

But almost no one noticed that the green flame seemed to be jumping a little more.

...

"No, not over there. You can't go to Knockturn Alley anymore-get out first! I still have a place in the black market."

After coming out of the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron, Martin's voice came again, stopping Pansy who was about to walk towards the backyard.

And when Pansy left the Leaky Cauldron and came to the Muggle streets outside, she saw Martin, whom she hadn't seen directly during the whole trip today.

At the other party's side, Muriel's condition was obviously not very good, and only with Martin's support was she able to barely stand on her feet.

"Miss Muriel? You...what happened?"

It can be said that Pansy and Muriel are not very familiar with each other.

But at least she has a deep impression on the other party, so she can't be called a stranger.

But Martin obviously didn't have the time to greet the two of them.

"Let's talk about it when we get to the place, this place is not much safer than the Leaky Cauldron... Hurry up!" He lowered his voice and said quickly, "Come, help me!"

Martin was clearly aware that even the Ministry of Magic of the Muggle world was paying attention during this period, in order to discover some noteworthy changes as soon as possible.

"Ok."

Taking Muriel's arm from the other party's hand, Pan Xi immediately felt his body sink, because Muriel almost leaned against her body at once.

Of course, compared to the stench that still lingers today, such a little weight really doesn't matter.

Pansy half dragged and half supported Muriel, walked behind Martin for a short distance, and then turned around and turned into an alley following Martin. After the three of them apparated, 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 a lot of detours, the three of them walked around the slightly lonely black market town for a long time before they came to a rather inconspicuous small dilapidated house.

There is not enough light in this black market, coupled with the fact that there are fewer pedestrians coming and going, it is obviously becoming more and more gloomy. Not to mention, such an old house seems to have been unused for a long time, and it looks like a haunted house that only ghosts live in.

"Come in, help Muriel to the second floor, I've already cleaned it up."

After Pansy helped him into the house, Martin poked his head out and glanced at the dark alley outside, and after checking to make sure there was no one there, he closed the door tightly.

Accompanied by a slightly harsh creaking sound, Pansy led Muriel to a bedroom on the second floor—it could be seen that this place had indeed been cleaned. Aside from the fact that all the furnishings are outdated, this is still a fairly decent home.

Seeing that the bedding on the bed was also clean, Pansy was about to help Muriel up to lie down, but suddenly heard another voice from the door behind her.

"Wait! Don't let her sleep..."

Martin walked in quickly from the outside, swung his wand and opened the cabinet against the wall, and then a downy blanket floated from inside.

After he changed the thin sheet on the bed into a blanket and changed the bedding into a thicker one, he and Pansy got Muriel into bed together.

"Parkinson, can you cook? I think she needs something to eat—"

"what?"

Pan Xi was taken aback when he heard this.

"Oh, sorry, I... I haven't been in the kitchen."

"Well, I should have thought about it a long time ago, how could the young lady of the Parkinson family cook herself?" Martin shook his head, "Light up the fireplace, it's not warm in the black market no matter the day or night—burn a fire and cook Is there always hot water? Take care of Muriel for me, I'll go down and get something to eat."

Watching Martin busy in a daze, Pansy, who had never had a good impression of this man, suddenly felt that she had no right to look down on him at all.

"Wouldn't it be great if Draco could be so gentle to me?" She muttered softly, pulling out her wand and pointing to the fireplace, "The flames are burning... In the end, it seems that among the boys I know, only Mike Ryan would occasionally make me a cup of tea to warm me up..."

"...Well, it's no wonder that Miss Know-it-all has her eyes on him and she doesn't want to let go."

Of course, she didn't dare to want a boy like Maca - although he seemed to be good everywhere, it was already completely beyond the scope of what she could bear.

While putting the kettle filled with water to cook on the fireplace shelf, Pansy turned her head and glanced at Muriel who was huddled under the blanket and dazed in a daze, feeling a little envious in her heart a feeling of.

A moment later, amidst the creak of old stairs, Martin came in from outside, commanding a plate of cornbread and a steaming pot of creamy stew.

After placing all the plates and utensils on the small round table in the bedroom, while serving Muriel the stew, he slightly turned his head to look at Pansy by the fireplace.

"You should be hungry too, right? Come over and have some food together! Today... is really thanks to you."

Martin had never been a man of thanks. After saying this, he didn't make any more noise, and went to the bedside to find Muriel with a spoon and a bowl.

Pansy pursed her lips, went to the round table to serve some by herself, put some shortbread in it, then retreated to the fireplace and ate silently.

The orange flame swayed gently in front of her, and occasionally a few sparks exploded, splashing to her feet.

"...Muriel, come and eat...Muriel?"

Martin at the head of the bed looked at the girl on the bed and whispered her name, but in fact he didn't know what it was like in his heart at the moment.

Perhaps it was love for the girl? Or is it just an inexplicable sense of responsibility that comes from a man's heart?

he does not know.

All he knew was that the rage in his heart was real, the kind of rage that almost wanted to go back to the Ministry of Magic and cast a Cruciatus Curse on everyone who might do that to Muriel.

However, he knew better that he couldn't do that.

Temporary venting of anger can only lead to more regrets - Muriel obviously needs someone to take care of her now, and he simply cannot hand over the work of taking care of her to others.

Well, the only Parkinson who seems to be suitable is a little girl who probably can't even take care of her own life.

"Muriel? How are you feeling? Can you hear me?"

To be honest, it reminded Martin of how he felt when he was a child taking care of his grandmother with his mother. That old man was like that at that time. When others spoke in front of her, she didn't seem to understand at all, and she only knew that she was lost in thought.

Picking up the wooden spoon, he picked up some stew from the bowl, and he blew gently before bringing it to the other party's mouth.

Probably the warmth and aroma from her mouth aroused Muriel's subconscious reaction, and she slowly opened her mouth and took the spoon into her mouth.

Seeing this, Martin hurriedly raised his hand and carefully pulled out the spoon so that Muriel would not even chew the spoon.

"Well?"

A few seconds later, Muriel, whose thoughts were almost frozen, seemed to have finally come to her senses. She rolled her eyes and looked at Martin, blinking.

"dad?"

Martin looked at her, couldn't help but blinked, and didn't know what to say for a while.

He naturally still remembered that Muriel had told him about her desire to revive her father. Perhaps, that father, who had passed away long ago, was the man she loved and missed the most in her life.

"Dad, don't put sugar in the stew... Mom has said it many times."

"...I didn't add sugar."

Although he wasn't Muriel's "father", he made this cream stew—it seemed that Muriel wasn't that satisfied.

"Muriel? Remember that 'shadow' you mentioned? If you remember, tell me about the situation at that time!"

The other party's condition has obviously been deteriorating since he woke up. She could at least recognize Martin in the Ministry of Magic at the time, but now she can't even tell who is in front of her.

If it goes on like this, it will be almost impossible to figure out the situation.

"Shadow?" Muriel was stunned for a long time, and after a while, she said slowly, "Oh...that, is it a shadow? Hurrah, it rushed towards me... Hurrah..."

It seemed that she really didn't know what happened to her.

"Then... let's eat first! It's too cold to eat."

After spoonful after spoonful of the hot stew in the bowl, Martin put down 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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