Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1146: Not necessarily nonsense

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As the door slowly closed behind Maca, the faint noisy voice from Diagon Alley was also isolated from the outside.

This shop, which was slightly dim because it had no windows, suddenly became more gloomy.

After entering, Maca couldn't help but cover his nose a bit-the smell of this place was really too big, and it was actually obvious that it was a strong stench from a rotting corpse.

Of course, there are many types of corpses, but they don’t necessarily have to be human.

Seeing that Pansy in front of her was covering her mouth for a while and retching, as if she had lost most of her strength, leaning on the shelf at the door and standing in place, Maca brushed past her and went straight into the house. Walked in.

Soon he saw that besides the shelves in front of the four walls in this shop, there was also a large water tank in the corner beside it. And the stench in this store is constantly wafting out from that water tank.

What is it?

Unless people with special addictions, generally speaking, no one likes to live in such a foul-smelling place. So instead of thinking that this is a habit of life, Maca is more willing to believe that Muriel had a certain purpose and had to let her own house smell so bad.

After pinching his nose closer to the saliva, Maca seemed to have finally noticed something, and his brows suddenly frowned.

He found that there was a bulging big sack in the water tank.

You can see that the sack stuffed with something is so half-floating and half-sinking in the small half-tank of tan liquid, making it impossible to tell which creature's corpse is inside.

But, is that really just a corpse?

When I reached the side of the water tank, Maca felt that there was still a group of living creatures in the sack of magic power moving in a hidden rhythm, exuding a trace of magic power that is not easy to detect.

If he hadn't been so close, he wouldn't even be able to perceive it.

As for the magical fluctuations, Maca actually still feels a little familiar—it must not be a human being, but the magical power of some kind of purer and more spiritual magical creature.

This is... a unicorn?

If you just look at the water tank while smelling the smell, it may be difficult for ordinary people to imagine that what is in the sack is actually a unicorn known for its sacred purity.

However, Maca can tell from the subtle magical fluctuations in it that...it seems to be a unicorn indeed.

And still alive!

Almost subconsciously, Maca remembered the scene in the Hogwarts Forbidden Forest-Voldemort possessed Quirrell, hunted unicorns and sipped its silver blood, hideous. And scary.

However, even if you know how to drink, you will be cursed, and sucking on the spot is somewhat too savage.

At that time, if Voldemort had more time, he wouldn't have been squatting in the woods and drinking the blood of unicorns, making him so embarrassed.

Thinking of this, Maca couldn't help but lower his head and glanced in the tank again.

To decay the pure unicorn, let the filth taint its sacred talents, so as to force out the purest drop of blood in the unicorn-if possible, perhaps Voldemort would do the same ?

As for the effect of that drop of unicorn blood, naturally it is to extend life.

Undoubtedly, this is a very fierce black magic, and the blood of the unicorn forced out in this way has also been called the "natural elixir of life" by the former black wizards.

"That'Muriel'... it doesn't look easy!" Maca frowned, thinking to herself in her heart.

As far as Maca knows, not everyone can know this secret method, even he himself has only seen some simple records in the secret room of Rowena.

He was thinking about it, and suddenly he felt that a person in the Knockdown Alley outside the house had stopped at the door, which made him have to put aside his thoughts for a while, and stood by the water tank and turned back a little.

"Click--"

Immediately, the doorknob turned slightly, driving the lock spring to make a sound, and the rear door leaf slowly opened. Pansy, who was leaning on the shelf near the door, immediately straightened up and hurried back into the house for several steps.

"Well, are you here, Miss Parkinson?"

It seems that in the battle with Kingsley, the latter caused some incurable damage to him, so that Martin is still crouching now.

But I can feel that his body is no longer a serious problem, and when he enters the house, every step seems very stable and powerful.

"Mr. Martin..."

Listening to the other party's cold voice, Pansy still had no sense in her heart, but she still bit her head and said:

"Mr. Martin! Why did you pick this opportunity to call me out... I think you should know that the Flint family has already made McLean suspicious of me! It is not convenient for me to leave now School."

"Huh?"

Martin closed the door with his backhand, stared at Pansy and took a deep look, then suddenly revealed the wand in his right hand with a quick wave.

"Miss Parkinson, are you questioning my order?"

"Boom!"

As soon as Martin waved his wand, Pansy felt that all his strength was taken out, and he fell to the floor with a plop.

And then, an unspeakable sense of fatigue immediately filled her heart. It felt like the next moment her soul would leave her body and drift away.

To be honest, although this pain does not originate from pain, it is not inferior to the Heart Drill.

But fortunately, although the room is full of stench, there is no dirt on the ground. Compared with the oily black floor formed by the mud and dirt of the pig's head bar, it is obviously much cleaner here.

"No...I'm sorry, Mr. Martin...I apologize for my rudeness just now, please, please stop!"

Looking at Pansy falling to the ground and shuddering slightly, although Maca felt a little sorry, she could only stand still and wait silently. Because he knew that Martin was just a demonstration,

Sure enough, Martin waved his stick again after a short while, giving Pansy a chance to catch his breath. And while the latter was lying on the ground and breathing hard, Martin then said coldly:

"Of course, it’s enough to question me, but you also betrayed me... Why didn’t Muriel be rescued when you went to the Ministry of Magic dungeon? Not only that, after leaving the Ministry, you still I went back to Hogwarts directly, and didn't even have any contact with me again!"

Speaking of this, he sneered suddenly.

"Huh, why did McLean doubt you... if you want me to see it, you don't dare to come to me because you know that I must have seen through your disguise and deception, right? Huh? I'm right. Right-Miss Spy from McLean?"

"No, how could this—"

Pansy tried her best to prop up her upper body, and her momentary relief made her sit on the floor and raise her head:

"No one would joke about his life, would he? And my life is now in your hands...not to mention, I am a member of the Parkinson family, how could I obey the orders of that McLean? "

"Pure-blood family...huh, that's just a bunch of jokes!"

The thought of the pure-blood wizards nowadays, seeing McLean is like seeing a cat and a mouse, Martin couldn't help laughing.

The so-called "pure-blood pride", in his opinion, is simply worthless.

It’s just that the first half of Pansy’s words make Martin a little unable to refute--yes! This Parkinson's life is still in his hand, and he can let the opponent die on the spot almost anytime.

So, is there anything more terrible than death?

For a moment, Martin waved his hand suddenly:

"It’s okay to make me believe you—as I mentioned in the letter, you go to the Ministry of Magic dungeon again and save Muriel! If it happens, I will not It will kill you, and will give you the third and final step of the magic ritual, so that you can gain power that ordinary people can't imagine!"

As he was speaking, Martin paused for a while, then turned his back.

"You can treat this as my order or as a deal...whatever you want! In short, I want to see Muriel appear in front of me as soon as possible, understand? "

"This... how is this possible?"

Although Maca mentioned that if necessary, you can "not know" about the martial law of the Ministry of Magic, but at this time, it seems that there is no need to pretend to be ignorant.

When Pansy heard this, he immediately said loudly:

"The current Ministry of Magic can't even get in with an invisible beast. How could I bring Muriel out? And Mr. Martin, maybe you don’t know that Muriel stayed in the dungeon voluntarily at the time. Yes-the door of the dungeon has a powerful protective spell. Eluli can only open one with all her strength, and she almost passed out on the spot in a coma!"

This was not what Maca asked her to say.

Because of involving Eluli at this time~IndoMTL.com~ it will make things more complicated. So Maca thinks that instead of exposing it to explaining, it is better to reduce the complexity, and only use the hidden dangers of magic rituals to win the trust of Martin.

But Pansy seems to think that lies that are half true and false are more likely to be believed, so he temporarily decided to add some drama to himself.

Anyway, after Muriel and Martin meet, he will know these things sooner or later.

However, speaking of this kind of thing now will obviously only confuse Martin.

"What?" He suddenly turned around and frowned, "Muriel stayed in the dungeon voluntarily? Just to take care of your friend's feelings? What are you talking about—"

As Martin spoke, he seemed to think that with Muriel's character, this kind of thing was really hard to say, so he stopped quickly.

"...Tsk, although it's ridiculous, it's not necessarily nonsense...isn't it? Damn it!"()

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