With Kingsley, the "Auror Leader", on the sidelines to assist without a trace, it is no longer difficult to pass through the security channel. Even if Martin still had a difficult time moving with him this time, they quickly passed quietly without anyone noticing.

"Miss Parkinson, because there is still a bad trial to be absent, I can only send you here. But be sure to remember that when you get back to Hogwarts, head to Mr. McLean, he should have something to say to you. ”

This last sentence was naturally said by Kingsley to Martin, who was hiding in the shadows.

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

Standing in front of a fireplace in the Ministry's antechamber, Pansy nodded immediately.

"Of course, I'll go."

As Kingsley turned and walked back, Pansy paused for a moment until he was far away, before grabbing a handful of Floo powder and heading into the fireplace.

“…… Go to the Leaky Cauldron Bar. ”

Hearing Martin's voice behind her, she was about to drop Floo's hand and paused slightly, and then said softly:

"The Leaky Cauldron—"

"Bang!"

With a burst of bright green flames, she was instantly swept away by the tongue of fire and disappeared into the fireplace.

But almost no one noticed that the green flame seemed to be beating a little more.

……

"No, not over there, Tumbledown Alley can't go anymore - let's get out first! I also have a place on the black market. ”

After coming out of the fireplace at the Leaky Cauldron, Martin's voice came again, stopping Pansy, who was about to walk in the direction of the backyard.

It wasn't until Pansy left the Leaky Cauldron and came out on the Muggle streets that she saw Martin, whom she hadn't seen directly during the entire day's operation.

On the other side, Muriel's condition was obviously not very good, and he was only able to barely stand firm with Martin's support.

"Miss Muriel? You...... What's going on? ”

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

But Martin apparently didn't have the skills to greet the two of them.

"Wait until you get to the place, it's not much safer than the Leaky Cauldron Bar...... Come on! He lowered his voice and said quickly, "Come, help me!" ”

Martin was clearly aware that even the Muggle Ministry of Magic was concerned during this period, in order to detect certain noteworthy changes as early as possible.

"Hmm."

Taking Murill's arm from the other party's hand, Pansilden felt a sinking of her body, because Muriel leaned on her almost all at once.

Of course, compared to the stench that still remains, that little weight really doesn't matter.

Pansy half-dragged and half-helped Muriel and walked a short distance behind Martin, then turned into an alley. It was only after the apparitions of the trio appeared that they appeared near the entrance to the black market.

And after that, it was natural to enter the black market through the passage of the Dark Spirit Pavilion. After a long roundabout, the three of them walked around the slightly lonely black market town for a long time before they came to a rather inconspicuous small dilapidated house.

The lack of light in this black market, coupled with the fact that there are many pedestrians coming and going, is obviously becoming more and more eerie. Not to mention, such an old house seems to have not been used for a long time, and it looks like a haunted house only for ghosts to live in.

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

When Pansy helped the other into the house, Martin poked his head out and looked out into the dark alley, checked to make sure there was no one, and then closed the door tightly.

With a slightly screeching sound, Pansy led Muriel to a bedroom on the second floor, which was indeed cleaned. Except that all kinds of furnishings and arrangements have long been outdated, this is still a good home.

Seeing that the bedding on the bed was also clean, Pansy was about to help Muriel up and lie down, but suddenly heard another voice at the door behind her.

"Wait! Don't let her sleep just yet......"

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

When he replaced the thin sheets on the bed with a blanket and a thicker bedding, he and Pansy got Muriel into bed.

"Parkinson's, do you know how to cook? I think she must need something to eat—"

"Huh?"

Pansy was stunned when she heard this.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'...... I haven't been into the kitchen. ”

"Well, I should have thought a long time ago, how could the young lady of the Parkinson's family cook herself?" Martin shook his head, "Light the fireplace, it's not warm day or night in the black market - there's always a fire and hot water, right?" Take care of Muriel for me, and I'll go down and get something to eat. ”

Stunned to watch Martin busy going about his work, Pansy, who had never had a good impression of this man, suddenly felt that she was not qualified to look down on him at all.

"Greatness if Draco could be so gentle with me?" She muttered softly, drew her wand and pointed to the fireplace, "Flames...... At the end of the day, it seems that among the boys I know, McClain is the only one who occasionally makes me a cup of tea and warms up......"

“…… Well, it's no wonder that the know-it-all lady is staring at him and won't let go. ”

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

As she put the kettle filled with water on the fireplace shelf to boil, Pansy glanced back at Muriel, who was cowering under the covers in a daze, and felt a little envy in her heart.

A short time later, with the crunch of an old staircase, Martin took control of a plate of corn shortbread and a large pot of steaming cream stew and walked in from outside.

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

"You're hungry, aren't you? Come and have a bite to eat! Today...... Thanks to you indeed. ”

Martin has never been a man who is good at saying thanks. As soon as he said this, he did not say anything more, and took the spoon and the bowl to the bedside to find Muriel.

Pansy pursed her lips, went to the round table and filled it with some shortbread, and then retreated to the fireplace and ate silently.

The orange flames flickered gently in front of her, occasionally blasting a few sparks and splashing them at her feet.

“…… Muriel, come get a bite to eat...... Muriel? ”

Martin on the side of the bed looked at the girl on the bed and called the other party's name softly, but in fact, he didn't know what it was like in his heart at the moment.

Maybe it's the love for this girl? Or is it just an inexplicable sense of responsibility that comes from a man's heart?

He didn't know.

All he knew was that the anger in his heart was genuine, the kind of fury that almost wanted to kill the Ministry of Magic and cast a Heart-Piercing Curse on everyone who might do this to Muriel.

However, he knew he couldn't do that.

A moment of anger can only be exchanged for more regret - Muriel obviously needs someone to take care of her now, and he simply can't leave the care of her to someone else.

Well, the only Parkinson's who seems to be quite suitable is just a little girl who is estimated to not even be able to take care of her own life.

"Muriel? How do you feel? Can you hear me talking? ”

To be honest, it suddenly reminded Martin of what it was like to take care of his grandmother with his mother as a child. At that time, the old man was like this, when others spoke in front of her, she didn't seem to understand at all, and she only knew how to be distracted.

Picking up a wooden spoon, he scooped some stew from the bowl and blew it gently before reaching the other's mouth.

It was probably the warmth and aroma from her mouth that provoked Muriel's knee-jerk reaction, and she slowly opened her mouth and took the spoon into her mouth.

Seeing this, Martin hurriedly raised his hand and carefully pulled out the spoon, lest Muriel chew the spoon together.

"Huh?"

After a few seconds, Muriel, whose mind was almost frozen, finally seemed to come back to his senses a little. She rolled her eyes and blinked at Martin.

"Dad...... Father? ”

Martin looked at her and couldn't help but blink, not knowing what to say for a while.

Naturally, he remembered that Muriel had told him about his desire to resurrect his father. Perhaps, the father who has passed away a long time ago is the man she likes the most and misses the most in her life.

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

“…… I didn't put sugar. ”

Although he wasn't Muriel's "dad", he made the cream stew - and it seemed that Muriel was not so satisfied.

"Muriel? Remember that 'shadow' you talked about? If you remember, tell me about it! ”

The other party's state has obviously been deteriorating since she woke up, and she could at least recognize Martin in the Ministry of Magic at the time, but now she can't even tell who is in front of her.

If this continues, it will be almost impossible to figure out the situation.

"Shadows?" Muriel was stunned for a long time, and then said slowly, "Oh...... That's the shadow, huh? Hula pounced on me...... Hula......"

It seems that she really doesn't know what happened to her.

"That'...... Anyway, let's eat first! If it's cold, you can't eat it. ”

Spoonful after spoonful of the hot stew in the bowl, Martin put the bowl down and took out his wand again—he decided to see for himself what was going on.

"Muriel...... Come, look at me! ”

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