"Go to Lucius's house to talk about a neutrality pact?"

A group of pure-blood families who have always stood around and dare not stand in line, suddenly ran to the Malfoy family, who had already made their position clear, to discuss the possibility of neutrality?

In the eyes of ordinary wizarding people, this is like a Quidditch fan in England suddenly running to a stadium in Scotland to watch a football game, no matter how you think about it, you will always feel a sense of bad intentions.

But in fact, if you think about it the other way, their actions are not necessarily provocative.

"Yes! In the end, though, it was only a preliminary conclusion - I think Lucius will come and ask your opinion today or tomorrow. ”

Sirius nodded, then asked:

"What do you think?"

"Hmm...... I don't care......"

As she spoke, Maca turned around and let the boiling pot of water on the fireplace shelf float up and filled the teapot beside her.

"Although this is somewhat dry, it is at least a way to be soft...... Let them go! We still have a lot of things to do on our side, and it's enough that they don't come out and make trouble. ”

"Anyway, our family will definitely support you!" Ron patted his chest behind him.

"Oh! Thank you! ”

Even if they are called "pure-blood traitors" by other families, the Weasleys are still pure-bloods, and the fact will not change. Not to mention, the Weasley family now has a completely different status in the eyes of other pure-blood families because of its proximity to Maca.

So, as Sirius said, the Ron family would probably eventually be invited over to the meeting by the purebloods.

Even, for similar reasons, even if Neville was the only wizard left in the Longbottom family who could speak, he would probably not be able to escape the fate of being asked to make up the numbers.

"Okay, I got the idea...... Is there anything else you'd like to tell me? ”

When Sirius heard this, he spread his hands and smiled:

"No, that's it...... Yes! I know it's almost lunchtime, but don't call me – as I said, I'm full of tea and I can't eat anything! ”

"Okay!"

Maca shrugged her shoulders and began handing out teacups to a few of her friends.

"After this cup of tea, let's go to the auditorium...... I wanted you to try my handiwork! Since the remaining house-elves in the school from last night were temporarily gone, I'm going to cook for myself today! ”

……

Truth be told, as a Hufflepuff, Maca is actually good at eating.

Although he has never been a picky eater, he can basically take all the good and bad food. But he can taste everything that should be delicious.

It's just that compared to his ability to eat, the cooking aspect is somewhat inferior. The food he makes is edible, and there are occasional surprises, but overall it's not a memorable delicacy.

However, it must be said that real food is sometimes not about how it tastes.

At the moment, Pansy had just put down the bowl and spoon in her hand, and the mellow taste between her lips and teeth and the warmth in her belly made her heart feel a little more complicated.

In fact, Martin's big pot of cream stew is actually quite average, that is, the ordinary home-style flavor. And the corn crackers that are eaten together are even more light and hard, crunching when chewed.

This cooking skill is obviously much better than Hagrid, who can make rock skin cakes like real stones, but if you have to say it, it can only be said to be ordinary.

However, when Pansy watched as the other party carefully fed it to Muriel's mouth, she felt an enviable warmth from this creamy stew.

"Muriel...... Look at me! ”

"Huh?"

Coldly, Pansy suddenly heard Martin's words, which made her immediately subconsciously look at the other party's face.

With just a glance, she knew why Martin wanted Muriel to look at him—no doubt it was a Regent.

It was evident that Martin was not very good at the Templar Mind, and when Muriel looked at him, it took a long time for some signs of being affected by the spell to appear.

It seems that as long as Muriel resists a little, Martin is afraid that he will not be able to cast the spell successfully.

But I don't know if it was out of subconscious trust, or because Muriel was almost obedient at this time, Martin's Dementor Charm worked.

And the moment the spell took effect, Martin felt a sudden darkness in front of him...... It's a dungeon for the Ministry of Magic! The dark, eerie wizard dungeon deep underground.

In Muriel's memory, the dungeon didn't seem to be a very scary place. Martin could feel that even though he was locked up in a dark dungeon, Muriel's mood was the same, and there was no surprise or fear.

Martin even noticed that Muriel would occasionally gossip with the girl named Illuri next door after entering, rambling on and on as he usually did when he was with her in Tumbledown Alley.

As mentioned before, just because Muriel is always alone doesn't mean she likes to be alone. I believe that if my father hadn't had an accident, she might have been able to make a lot of friends.

"Huh?"

Realizing that Muriel was talking to Nailuli, Martin shook his head.

"No, that's not right...... Not this memory. ”

After a little concentration, under his will, the scene in front of him was immediately distorted. And then, when the foggy memory picture solidified again, the scene did not change.

It was still the dark cell, almost nothing had changed, and Muriel had only changed his perspective compared to just now.

But in the next moment, a shadow suddenly rushed out of the pitch-black corner opposite the cell, and rushed towards Muriel with great speed.

The moment of fright and mental resistance, that is, in the blink of an eye, Muriel's memory picture fell into darkness.

“…… Whew," Martin suddenly came out of his state and breathed a sigh of relief, "is that all?" ”

Obviously, he didn't find anything, and all his efforts were in vain.

"What the hell is that shadow?"

While Martin was pondering over what that thing was, he had actually gained something from his Dementor Spell. Anyway, now, he already knew that the black shadow was probably in Muriel's body and did not leave.

Martin, who suddenly realized this, frowned, and his heart was a little more anxious.

As far as he knew, there were spells or creatures in the wizarding world that possessed them. Unfortunately, most of these spells and creatures are linked to black magic, and they are no less dangerous.

It can be said that no matter what exactly is attached to Muriel's body, Muriel is in urgent need of treatment!

But who should he go to to treat Muriel?

"Parkinson's, do you know of a place where Muriel can be treated?" Martin suddenly turned around and asked Pansy, who was sitting by the fireplace, "Of course, the premise is that you won't go to the Ministry of Magic to tell you." ”

"This ......," Pansy was stunned by his question, "a therapist who can keep it a secret...... Otherwise, you can take Miss Muriel to the wizarding world of another country? ”

When Martin heard this, he immediately shook his head.

"No, we can't leave ...... yet"

He knew that if he stayed in the British wizarding world, the chances of being noticed by Helpo might not be too great. But if you get out of here...... He still remembered that the teacher clearly mentioned that he was not allowed to go abroad at will no matter what.

"Can't go?"

Pansy paused again, a little confused, but Martin clearly didn't want to explain.

"I want to think about it...... Therapist ......"

This is undoubtedly a question that is not easy to answer.

As far as Pansy knows, therapists are a profession with a small number of employees. The difficulty of the exams, coupled with the fact that there are not many magical hospitals themselves, makes this profession not very popular overall, although the salary is not low.

And let's be honest, if you test it, why not just become a potions master? Not to mention the prospects, the money comes quickly, and even if the level is not high, it is definitely easier to find a job than a therapist.

So, it is not easy to find a therapist in private practice.

"If only it were a regular potions master...... Okay? ”

After much thought, Pansy thought of a potions master she had met through her parents. The other party is also from the Slytherin House of Hogwarts, and the level is actually quite good, the most important thing is that the other party should be able to meet Martin's "confidential" requirements.

"Potions?"

Martin looked down at Muriel on the bed, and after a few seconds, he couldn't help but sigh slightly.

Muriel is a very good potions master herself, but now that something happens, she has to find another potions master to help her prepare potions for treatment. This feeling is really sad.

It's a pity that Martin himself has never been good at potions, otherwise he might not have had to borrow someone else's hand to treat Muriel.

"Okay! Where is that person? Are you sure he can keep it a secret? ”

"It was a friend of my mother's and a former Hogwarts classmate, who now lives near our house." Pansy whispered, "As for whether it can be kept secret...... Seriously, I can't guarantee that to you. ”

At this point, she paused for a moment before adding:

"Also, it's not 'him'...... It's 'her'. ”

"You go over and test it first," Martin said immediately, "since there is no guarantee, then you can't let Muriel go with you." If you can, you'd better bring her with you - just you and her! Other than that...... It pays well! ”

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