A dungeon for one person is undoubtedly full of loneliness.

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

Although there were two more guards and two patrol officers in the corridor outside the cell after that, Muriel couldn't make small talk with them.

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

Since the day she was born, Muriel has lost her mother. I once heard my father say that it was a difficult birth that was quite rare in the wizarding world, and although he invited St. Mungo's healer to his home in time, it was to no avail.

Of course, because her mother left too early, Muriel didn't feel much about it. If I have to say it, when I was a child, I used to envy other children that I could spend Christmas together as a family of three, right?

The first time Muriel really shed tears of grief was when she was still in her third year at Hogwarts when her father died unexpectedly.

It was a work accident in which his father, who was a potions master, was tired from a long hours of work and ended up misdirecting the cauldron for a while. Due to the sudden decomposition of some of the components of the potion, a violent explosion was caused that affected most of the potion preparation room.

The unquenchable demonic flame directly devoured him, three other colleagues, and two house-elves, burning only a few surprisingly crunchy piles of white bones.

I've heard that Muggle funerals have become popular to bury ashes, right? Now, my father, who has never been able to keep up with the trend, has finally caught up with the fashion in a rare way.

Thinking of this, Muriel's nose was a little sour.

And it was probably from the day her father left, that Muriel began to study potions. Soon after her father's funeral, she returned to Hogwarts and plunged headlong into the school's well-stocked library.

Serious study, good talent, and diligent self-study as if desperate, the actual level of the Potions exam score ceiling was completed.

However, after leaving Hogwarts, Muriel did not stop her studies in Potions.

After returning to her home in Tumbledown Alley, she immersed herself in research and study until her parents' legacy was exhausted.

It must be said that the study of potions is indeed very expensive. Even though Muriel's family has been potions masters for several generations, and her grandfather has earned a lot of gold gallons from the development of several new potions, he still can't 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 Tumbledown Alley, along with selling some high-quality potions that are difficult to prepare, gave her enough gold gallons to continue her research.

But until now, no one seems to know what she is trying so hard for.

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

That was the first time Muriel discovered that it was actually nice to have a man who was there for her from time to time, who was there or not!

And one day after meeting Martin, when they were both sitting in the corner of the potions preparation room eating a simple dinner, Muriel said her long-cherished wish to anyone but herself for the first time.

"I'm going to come up with a potion that can bring people back to life - the kind that 'can bring a person back to life even if he has long since been reduced to ashes'!"

Since ancient times, there have been many people who have longed for eternal life, and there have been many people who have longed to resurrect someone.

But, is this possible?

Truth be told, rather than believing in resurrecting others, Martin personally believes that there is eternal life in this world. At the very least, there's Nicol Lemay in front of you, isn't there?

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

Perhaps it was Martin's wordless support that made Muriel, who had always been alone, acquiesce to his existence, and even gradually trusted him.

Muriel remembers that whenever she had any problems, Martin was always the first and only one who would come to her aid.

She also remembered that Martin was the only one who entered her house without secretly frowning at the stench in the house.

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

Luckily, at least one Martin didn't dislike it, and was even willing to go and sit there often.

Muriel is not afraid of loneliness, but probably few people like solitude...... If she had a choice, she would prefer to have someone to accompany her once in a while when she's not busy, even if it's just for a casual chat.

Only now, there is no Martin in this dungeon, and she is the only one left.

"Click-"

Again, that strange sound, which seemed to come and go from place to place, could only be barely heard after it had quieted down.

Muriel sat in the corner by the door, reached out and grabbed a dry straw from under her body, twisted it a few times in a somewhat bored way, and threw it in the direction she had heard the voice come from.

With the exception of the door, the other three sides of the cell were closed, and there was not even a window. As a result, the straw knot she threw could have been thrown against the wall at most, but the sound was clearly coming from the multi-person cell next door.

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

But unfortunately, next, she may not even have the opportunity to sleep.

"Hmm!"

The moment Muriel closed her eyes slightly, a shadow suddenly appeared in the corner opposite the cell, and it swept straight over her.

"What sound?"

One of the Aurors standing guard outside turned around to take a look, only to see Muriel with her head slightly bowed, her long greasy and messy hair covering her face, making it impossible to even tell whether she was dreaming or waking up.

"Maybe it's a dream!"

The colleague on the other side also glanced back and shook his head.

"I've seen it once, she's dozing."

"Really?"

The Auror who was the first to speak nodded, but he was still not reassured - this was a special time, and the minister had already given a death order, and there must be no more accidents.

Although these Aurors always felt that this term of minister was a little unreliable, if they had to say it, it was not a bad thing to be careful.

"Bell-"

As he thought, he reached out and knocked on the iron bar of the cell door, causing the sound of the metal to echo through the dungeon.

"Awake?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Mu Lier in the cell raise her head suddenly, and a pair of eyes as black as ink appeared between the gaps in her long hair.

"Isn't that awake?"

"If you are knocked on the ear like this, you will wake up!" When the colleague next to him heard this, he couldn't help but complain.

He glanced at the other party helplessly, and then looked at Muriel in the prison again.

"What did you do just now!"

It can be seen that Mu Lier's eyes seem to be a little unusually dull at this time. But because her long hair with locks covered most of her face, it was impossible to see her expression.

Upon hearing the Auror's fierce questioning, Muriel shook her head slightly. Although she shook her head a little bit, the two Aurors could see it at such a close distance.

Although Muriel didn't answer directly, the Auror didn't seem to be anything unusual when he saw her, so he immediately stopped asking more.

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

However, when the two Aurors on duty outside the prison both turned around and stood on both sides of the cell door to continue to fight against sleepiness, they did not see Muriel's eyeballs gradually becoming black. In the end, even the whites of his eyes completely turned into a deep and empty black.

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

……

The changes in the dungeons of the Ministry of Magic are not known for the time being, let alone where the shadow that rushed towards Muriel came from.

Around the same time, Pansy of Hogwarts had already hurried to Draco's house after taking a leave of absence.

This time, after hearing Marca's approval, Snape was so happy with the fake note that he didn't even care that another Draco had to take a leave of absence.

In Snape's mind, this kind of had nothing to do with him anyway.

As long as Maca didn't run to ask him for anything with a shy face, he wouldn't care, and he didn't want to, because now he just wanted to be able to live his life as a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor in peace.

Like those annoying schemes, he had had enough of them.

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

"Draco, your family...... Isn't it the same as before? ”

Before attending Hogwarts, young Pansy had visited the Malfoy house with her parents—and she vaguely remembered that a beautiful and noble white peacock was kept in the courtyard of the mansion.

But now, it seems that a lot of things have changed...... It is more vibrant than ever, full of flowers and greenery.

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