Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1160: The envy of Miss Parkinson

? With Kingsley, the "head of Auror", unobtrusively assisting him, passing the security checkpoint is naturally no longer a difficult task. Even if Martin brought a Muriel who had some difficulty moving this time, they quickly passed by silently without anyone noticing.

"Miss Parkinson, because there is still a trial that is not good enough, I can only send you here. But please remember to go to Mr. McLean first after returning to Hogwarts. He There should be something to tell you."

These last words, Kingsley naturally said to Martin who was hiding in the dark.

After all, according to Pansy's previous statement, Maca should still be suspicious of her now. And since it is a suspicion, it is natural to show some sense of monitoring and observation.

Standing in front of a fireplace in the front hall of the Ministry of Magic, Pansy nodded immediately.

"Of course, I will go."

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

"...Go to the Broken Cauldron Bar."

Martin's voice suddenly sounded behind her. She was about to fall Floo Fan's hand and paused for a while before she said softly:

"Broken Cauldron Bar--"

"Boom!"

Along with a burst of bright green magic flame, she was swept away by the tongue of fire and disappeared into the fireplace.

Almost no one noticed it, and the green flame seemed to jump a little more closely following it.

……

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

After coming out of the fireplace in the Broken Cauldron Bar, Martin's voice came again and stopped Pansy, who was about to walk in the direction of the backyard.

When Pansy left the Broken Cauldron Bar and came to the Muggle Street outside, she saw Martin, whom she had not seen directly during the entire operation today.

On the other side, Muriel's condition is obviously not very good, only Martin's support can reluctantly gain a foothold.

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

Pansy and Muriel are not very familiar, but at least she is very impressed with each other, so she can't be said to be strange.

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

"Wait for the small chat, it's not much safer than the broken cauldron bar...Go!" He lowered his voice and quickly said, "Come on, help me help!"

Martin is clearly aware that even the Muggle World Ministry of Magic has been paying attention during this period, in order to be able to spot certain changes worth noting as soon as possible.

"Hmm."

Taking Muriel's arm from the other's hand, Pansy felt her body sink when she was on the other side, because Muriel almost leaned on her body all at once.

Of course, compared to the smell that still remains, a little weight really seems a little indifferent.

Pansy held Muriel half-dragging, and walked a short distance behind Martin, then followed him and turned his head into an alley. After the three apparitions appeared, they appeared near the entrance to the black market.

After that, he naturally entered the black market through the passage of the Dark Ling Pavilion. After going round and round, the three people walked around in the slightly lonely black market town for a long time before they came to a rather inconspicuous small broken house.

There is not enough light in this black market, and there are many 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 where ghosts live.

"Come in, help Muriel to the second floor, I have cleaned it up."

When Pansy helped him into the house, Martin poked his head and looked at the dark alley outside. After checking that there was no one, he closed the door tightly.

With a slightly harsh squeak, Pansy took Muriel to a bedroom on the second floor-it can be seen that this place has indeed been cleaned. Except for the various furnishings and layouts that are already outdated, this is still a decent home.

Seeing that the quilt on the bed is also clean, Pansy was about to help Muriel directly to lie down, but suddenly there was a voice from the door behind him.

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

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

When he changed the thin sheets on the bed to a blanket and changed the bedding to a thicker one, then he and Pansy put Muriel on the bed.

"Parkinson, can you cook? I think she must have something to eat--"

"Huh?"

Pansy was taken aback when he heard this.

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

"Well, I should have thought about it. How could the young lady of the Parkinson family cook by herself?" Martin shook his head. "Light up the fireplace, and the black market is not warm day or night—burn a fire. , Will you cook some hot water? Take care of Muriel for me. I'll go down and get something to eat."

Looking at Martin in a daze, Pansy, who had always had a dislike for this man, suddenly felt that she didn't seem to have the right to look down on him at all.

"If Draco could be so gentle to me, how good would it be?" She muttered softly, drew her wand and pointed at the fireplace. "Flaming... In the end, it seems that among the boys I know, also Only McLean will occasionally make me a cup of tea to warm up my body......"

"...Well, it's no wonder that the jack-of-all-trades lady will stare at him and refuse to let go."

Of course, she didn't dare to ask for a boy like Maca-although the other party seemed to be good everywhere, it was already completely beyond what she could bear.

While putting the kettle filled with water on the shelf of the fireplace to boil, Pansy looked back at Muriel, who had been shrunk in the blanket and dazed, and something came out of her heart. Feeling a bit envious.

Not long after, in the creak of the old stairs, Martin controlled a plate of tortillas and a big pot of steaming cream stew and walked in from outside.

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

"You should be hungry too? Come over and have some food! Today...Thanks to you indeed."

Martin has never been a man who is good at thanking him. Just saying something like this, he didn't say anything anymore, and went to the bedside to find Muriel with the spoon and the bowl.

Pansi pursed her mouth, went to the round table to serve some, put some shortbread in it, and then returned to the fireplace to eat in silence.

The orange flame swayed gently in front of her, occasionally exploding a few sparks, splashing on her feet.

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

Martin at the head of the bed looked at the **** the bed and whispered her name, but 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 that comes from a man's heart?

He doesn't know.

He only knew that the anger in his heart was genuine, the kind of raging flames that almost wanted to kill back to the Ministry of Magic and cast a heart-piercing curse on everyone who might have put this murderous hand on Muriel.

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

The momentary venting of anger can only be exchanged for more regrets—Muriel obviously needs someone to take care of him now, and he simply can't leave the care of her to someone else.

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

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

To be honest, this reminded Martin suddenly of how he felt when he was a child taking care of his grandmother with his mother. That old man was like that at the time. When others were speaking in front of her, she didn't seem to understand at all, only knowing that she was fascinated.

He picked up the wooden spoon and scooped up some stew from the bowl. He blew gently before reaching the other person's mouth.

Probably the warmth and fragrance coming from her mouth aroused Muriel's subconscious reaction, and she opened her mouth slowly and put the spoon in her mouth.

When Martin saw this, he hurriedly raised his hand and took the spoon out carefully, lest Muriel chewed the spoon together.

"Huh?"

A few seconds later, Muriel, whose thinking was almost frozen, seemed to have finally recovered a bit. She rolled her eyes and blinked at Martin.

"Dad...Dad?"

Martin and her stared at each other, and couldn't help blinking, not knowing what to say for a while.

He naturally remembers that Muriel told him about his wish to resurrect his father. Perhaps, that father who had passed away a long time ago was the man she liked most and remembered most in her life.

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

"...I didn't put any sugar."

Although it's not Muriel's "daddy", he made this creamy stew-it seems that Muriel is not so satisfied.

"Muriel? Do you remember the ‘shadow’ you mentioned? If you remember, tell me more about the situation at the time!"

The other party's condition has obviously been getting worse since waking up. At the time, she could at least recognize Martin in the Ministry of Magic, but now she couldn't even tell who was in front of her.

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"Shadow?" Muriel stunned for a long time, and then slowly said after a while, "Oh...that, it's the shadow? Hoop and rush towards me... Hoop! ..."

It seems that she really doesn't know what she has encountered.

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

After feeding the warm stew in the bowl, one spoon after another, Martin put down the spoon and took out his wand again—he decided to see what happened with his own eyes.

"Muriel...come, look at me!"

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