Kingsley was undoubtedly a "good" wizard, and Martin was on Helmao's side, but his own magical talents were unquestionable.

In fact, even the fact that the two sides have chosen different camps does not say who is right and who is wrong.

After all, even Maca herself doesn't know what the outcome of his confrontation with Helpo will be.

Of course, as far as Martin's series of strategies and actions are concerned, in terms of wisdom alone, perhaps Kingsley is stronger.

In any case, the duel between Kingsley and Martin is still going on, and it is obviously unknown which of these two "excellent" contemporary wizards will win the final victory.

It's a pity that no one will be able to see their suspenseful fight.

……

While Kingsley was fighting Martin back and forth in the abandoned house in Tumbledown Alley, Pansy, who knew nothing about it, sat on the couch in his office, drinking tea and waiting for his return.

Time passed little by little.

For Pansy, who uses Polyjuice Decoction, every minute counts. But since Maca had said that she must come to Kingsley first, then she could only continue to wait and see.

Picking up her cup and taking a sip of black tea, Pansy looked at the furnishings in the office in a daze, occasionally in a daze.

There's no way, the group of Aurors outside are basically very busy, regardless of men and women, so naturally they don't have much time to entertain her. Like the one-eyed female Auror just now, being able to make her a pot of tea and send it over, this is already quite dedicated.

After a few moments, Pansy came back to her senses.

She looked at the clock on the wall, at the tea that was running out of steam, and finally at the few remaining potions bottles in her pocket.

Thinking about it, she felt like she couldn't wait any longer.

"McLean wasn't a prophet either, and it wasn't possible to even count accidents - although he asked me to meet Kingsley Shackle, which would certainly be of great help to her "stealing people", everything was improvised. ”

Drinking the remaining half cup of black tea in the cup, she finally couldn't bear the continuous reduction of the duration of the compound decoction, and suddenly stood up and walked outside.

"Sorry to interrupt you...... Where is the bathroom? ”

"Huh?"

The previous Auror was now dictating a report document to a quill pen that was automatically written. Pansy's voice suddenly sounded behind her, and she paused for a moment, then waved her hand and dusted the quill aside.

"Bathroom?" Seeing that she seemed to be a little puzzled, she said, "Isn't there a bathroom in Kingsley's office?" And it's a separate personal bathroom—"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Pansy said immediately, "maybe you understand...... It's just that because it's a personal bathroom, I always find it inconvenient. ”

"Hmm...... Also, let a young lady use a ...... that only men have used It seems a little out of place. The other man smiled, but then shrugged his shoulders and said, "Although I don't think it's really a big deal." ”

After expressing her personal feelings in such a big way, she pointed to the hallway outside the door.

"Turn right and walk all the way to the end, there's the communal bathroom in our Auror office - rest assured, there's a good distinction between men and women!"

Amid the one-eyed Auror's banter, Pansy pursed her lips and hurried out of the Auror office.

Although she did drink two cups of tea just now, it was clear that going to the bathroom was just an excuse. After a short walk along the right-hand side of the hallway, she immediately turned back and walked back, carefully passing by the door of the Auror's office again, without alarming anyone.

After a while, I waited at the elevator door for a while, and then took the elevator straight to the lower floor.

"Third floor, Magical Accident Disaster Division; This level contains the Memory Cancellation Command, Muggle Mediation, ......"

With the clatter of the elevator gate opening, the gentle female voice on the newspaper floor began to think about the departmental office area on the floor again. At the same time, some people went out and some people came in, and in general, there were a few more people in the elevator.

"Oh, this beautiful lady—I see the guest badge you're wearing, presumably a wizard from abroad?"

Pansy didn't expect that the next moment when the elevator started again, a young wizard suddenly started talking to her.

"Ah...... Well, yes. ”

Pansy nodded, more or less a hello.

"I'm from the United States."

She reminisced about the real American wizards she had seen at a few dinners, mimicking the accents of the people she remembered, only to turn into a strange emphasis that no one had ever heard.

In the other party's curious expression, Pansy couldn't help but think to herself, she must remember to take off this badge on her chest for a while!

"Oh! Your British accent is really good, it sounds a lot like the tone of Liverpool......"

Listening to the stiff compliment, Pansy really wanted to use a needle and thread to help him sew his mouth - is there such a boast? You know, Liverpool doesn't even understand English at all for the vast majority of Britons!

But as the elevator went down and down, and stopped and stopped, the uninteresting young wizard kept rambling beside her, so much so that Pansy could only barely respond.

When the elevator came to a halt on the third floor where the International Magical Cooperation Division was located, she was forced to walk out here.

No way, since the guy had been endlessly looking for a topic, almost everyone there already thought she was going to get off the elevator on this floor.

Little did she know, however, that if she was willing to find another excuse to be patient, she might not have to pass by Kingsley, who had just come back from Tumbledown Alley.

Soon, by the time Pansy took off her badge and took the next elevator to continue, she had already reached the bottom of the elevator she had just taken. While waiting for the elevator to return to the atrium floor, Kingsley, who looked a little solemn, took the elevator and went straight to the Auror's office.

Perhaps no one noticed that his left hand, hidden in his sleeve, was trembling slightly, and a drop of blood slid down his middle finger to the ground.

……

It didn't take long for Pansy to take the elevator all the way down. When she reached the atrium, she was as calm as she could, her feet standing still.

Because she is going to the level of the Department of Mysteries next, and the people who go to that level are often pitiful.

To be honest, this step is the most difficult to obscure the past.

Fortunately, although the witches and wizards waiting in line outside the door stared at her several times with some confusion after the people in the elevator were empty, no one came to ask her why she went to the Department of Mysteries.

Seeing the elevator doors close with a clatter, Pansy descended with the elevator until the wizards were completely out of her sight.

In fact, Pansy, who had heard of the Department of Mysteries from her father, had a great deal of curiosity about this special department of the Ministry of Magic, which required a non-disclosure agreement to work in it.

But now, she just wanted to pass by.

She was more concerned about whether she would be able to successfully get Illuria out of the Ministry of Magic without Kingsley's help than the Department of Mysteries, which had many rumors in the outside world.

Oh, of course! If possible, it would be best to take the scruffy witch named Muriel with her, so that Martin truly owes her a favor......

When Pansy stepped out of the elevator, she was greeted by a shiny black brick as black as ink. The bricks are magically fortified, and it is almost impossible for ordinary spells to cause significant damage to them.

To get to the dungeon, where Illuri and Muriel were most likely to be imprisoned, one had to follow this corridor to the stone staircase on the other side.

She only hoped that it would be best not to run into anyone along the way, even if she had turned on the cloak of invisibility.

Take your steps and hold your breath...... In such a quiet corridor, any sound would be infinitely amplified, allowing wizards from anywhere in the corridor to hear them.

In fact, the hallway outside the circular room of the Department of Mysteries wasn't very long, and it wouldn't even take two minutes to get to the end if you could trot.

But Pansy only felt as if she had been walking here for more than half an hour!

Fortunately, until the end, she did not meet any of the "silent people" who worked in the Department of Occult Affairs.

As Pansy descended to the real last floor of the Ministry of Magic, a dead silence more eerie than the silence of the Mysteries corridor above filled her senses, making her miss even the gentle female voice in the elevator.

It can be seen that the floor and walls of the dungeon are still made of rock that has been used since ancient times, and in some places there are almost traces of excavation. The ancient magic used to keep it clean made the place clean, but it had no effect on the webs of the spiders.

Directly in front of the staircase, a long straight corridor stretched into the distance, and in the light of the torches, a cell door was faintly visible at intervals on the left side of the corridor.

As for the right side of this corridor, most of them are long-abandoned courtrooms - not to mention the fact that there are not so many criminals who need to be tried at the same time in modern times compared to the wartime, and even most of the prison cells have been abandoned for a long time.

It was then that Pansy suddenly heard a faint movement from nowhere, which made her feel like she was on her feet.

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