"Miss Parkinson, may I ask you a question?"

"Ahh Of course—Professor McLean, just ask, and I'll tell you everything I know. ”

It wasn't clear why Maca was so serious all of a sudden, but Pansy didn't hesitate too much, even though she said she must know everything.

However, Maca's expression was still heavy and helpless.

"Okay, then please tell me...... Why did you use 'she' when you mentioned your mother's Potions friend to Martin? ”

"Uh...... Because she is indeed a lady, is she? Pansy was saying, suddenly stunned, and then seemed to have some enlightenment, "Professor McLean, are you going to-"

"Stop! Look no further! ”

Maca suddenly raised her hand and decisively stopped:

"Let me think about who to accompany you...... Well, let me think about it......"

In fact, the answer is already obvious, if he doesn't go himself, then it seems that he can only ask the trench coat wizard. Because the other party has never revealed his true face, as long as he changes his clothes and voice, naturally no one will find out that she is the mysterious witch who has been following Maca all these days.

Of course, this must be done with her own consent.

"Anyway, come with me to the kitchen! I've got a good candidate - if she can say yes, it won't be much different from me going. ”

As far as the ability of the trench coat wizard is concerned, Maca is undoubtedly quite sure, and in some ways not inferior to himself.

When Maca and Pansy return to the outside of the kitchen, everyone is enjoying themselves with a soft-clawed prawn. Obviously, these friends have completely adapted to some psychological discomfort, and happily tasted the strange food that Maca had carefully cooked.

"Don't worry, keep eating! Miss Parkinson's has something to do, so you don't have to keep her. Maca waved her hand, and then said to the trench-clad wizard sitting in the innermost seat, "I want to ask you for one thing - can you go out with Miss Parkinson?" ”

"What's the matter?"

When the trench-robed wizard heard this, he was slightly stunned, and then quickly put down the food in his hand and walked towards the door while wiping his hands.

Maca immediately explained to her:

"Remember that Martin I mentioned? The one who called himself Helbo's apprentice...... Something has happened to his companion and he needs a healer or potions master to heal them, and...... Since Miss Parkinson suggested that she could find one of her mother's best friends, I thought it would be better to be a woman. ”

"Is it just a treatment?"

The trench-robed wizard nodded slightly, but didn't immediately agree.

In fact, because she seems to have been on her mind for the past few days, Maca doesn't know if she will deal with it this time.

And if she refused, Maca would probably have to go on her own—even if he really didn't want to disguise himself as a witch and go out to meet people.

It's a subtle feeling that makes me feel awkward just thinking about it!

But fortunately, Maca didn't expect that the other party didn't hesitate for long, and after a while, she accepted Maca's request as if she realized something.

"I see."

The wizard in the trench coat first agreed, and then subconsciously asked:

"If I'm not mistaken...... Mr. McLean, that Martin's friend has been locked up in a Ministry of Magic dungeon lately, right? ”

"Did you notice that too?" Makara bowed slightly, "You have thought about it, so I won't say much about this part...... After you go, remember to pay more attention to see if it has something to do with that event. ”

Listening to the conversation between Maca and the trench coat wizard, Pansy couldn't help but feel a wave of confusion. In fact, it wasn't just her, including Hermione and the others sitting at the table who were also confused.

Looks like this is something that only Maca and the trench coat wizard know?

However, when Hermione and the others were silently expecting Pansy, the client, to ask a question on their behalf, Pansy, who was a little puzzled, had no intention of asking.

It must be said that Pansy and Hermione are not the same, they are always a Slytherin. When facing Maca, she has always been accustomed to maintaining proportions to avoid annoying the other party by asking questions.

Because she now roughly understood that there were some things that Maca would remember to tell herself if she was willing to say. And if the other party doesn't feel the need to say, then even if she asks, it doesn't make much sense.

"That'...... Professor McLean, let's go first? ”

"Well, good!" Maca nodded at Pansy, "When this is over, I think you'll be able to follow Martin to learn more about Helmo...... Don't be too nervous, because I don't think you're going to be able to meet Helmpo directly yet! ”

At this point, he turned to the windbreaker and said:

"I'll trouble you this time."

"No, it's nothing."

The other man shook his head slowly, then turned decisively to keep up with Pansy. As she walked to the doorway, she whispered to Pansy that she needed to change her clothes.

But just as she was about to step out of the kitchen, she suddenly turned her head again.

By now, Maca had turned to talk to Hermione, as if to make them feel at ease to do their own thing, not to hear everything and try to understand it, or even participate in it.

The trench-robed wizard looked at Maca's back and inexplicably looked at it a few more times, his eyes flashing with a hint of complexity, as if he had a lot to say, but he couldn't say it at all.

When Maca seemed to realize it and turned around to look again, she only saw the corner of the trench coat fleeting at the entrance of the door.

"Huh?"

In the magic sense, he could naturally detect that the other party had stopped at the door for a moment, but the magic fluctuations would not tell him what the other party's pause was for.

Shaking her head slightly, Maca didn't think much about it anymore, and concentrated on dealing with the delicious lunch in front of hermione, Luna and a group of friends.

……

"Miss Parkinson, you wait here for a moment, and I'll go change my clothes."

Near the corridor behind the castle's foyer that led to the secondary fort, the trench-clad wizard told Pansy to wait where she was, and then she left for a moment.

Pansy, however, felt that she couldn't just stand like that now. Because as soon as she stopped like this, she would feel a little inexplicably flustered.

Now, after a lot of hard work, I finally gained some of Martin's trust. It's just that as she went deeper and deeper on Martin's side, the uneasiness in her heart gradually increased.

As Maca had just said, it seemed that she would soon be able to get her hands on the ancient dark wizard.

What should I do? Can you do it yourself? What should I do if the other party finds out?

As soon as she thought of this, she couldn't help but be a little scared - to be honest, her life was still long, and she didn't want to die at all!

"Oh! Don't go around in circles, I'm getting a little dizzy! ”

In a portrait hanging on the wall of the hallway, the old witch spoke a word that suddenly startled Pansy.

"I'm sorry...... I'm sorry for your lunch break, Ms. Domol. ”

Pansy quickly apologized, then turned and walked over to a landscape painting and continued to pace in place.

She knows that these are always things to do. Instead of worrying about it alone, it is better to adjust your mood and meet the challenge in a more relaxed state.

But unfortunately, a person's mood is not so easy to adjust.

"Miss Parkinson, we can go."

When Pansy heard this, she was stunned.

She knew that the only one who could say this was the mysterious trench coat wizard. But now the voice that sounded from behind her was no longer hoarse and harsh before, but became surprisingly pleasant.

Is it because of the huge contrast with the previous sound?

Although everyone actually knows that that terrible voice is just a small disguise for the other party, but her real voice is too good, right?

However, when Pansy leaves her heart behind and turns back with the idea of finally being able to see her face for real, she is still disappointed.

The other party did replace the trench coat and wide-brimmed hat, but now this one is not much better than the previous one. Especially the hood on the robe covered the other party's face in shadows, but it made it even more difficult to see her appearance.

"This ......," Pansy hesitated, "will it make Martin doubt your identity?" ”

Unexpectedly, the other party immediately shook his head and said casually:

"Rest assured, I can take off my hood if necessary...... Of course, if you can use it without magic, it's better not to use it, so if you can just fool it around...... I'm not going to pick it up. ”

"Hmm...... All right! ”

When Pansy heard this, she had to stop dwelling on these things, and said:

"Then please! I'm tired of you this time...... Martin and Muriel are now waiting on the black market, and ...... He only allowed me and the Potions Master to come over. However, he also knew that it would not be easy to invite a potions master, so he pointed out that there was a good reward......"

Pansy walked beside the other party, taking advantage of the time away from the school to carefully tell the other party everything about the situation, so that when the time came, he could answer all questions and avoid revealing himself.

After a short time, after the two of them walked out of the gates of Hogwarts, they both moved to a certain riverside of the River Thames in London, with two different degrees of spatial distortion.

But just as Pansy was about to walk towards the entrance to the new black market opened by the elves of the Dark Pavilion, she suddenly felt the sleeves of her robe be pulled in.

"Miss Parkinson, please wait."

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