It's in the air.

I don't know when a gray mist that looks like a thick fog suddenly appeared in a certain area of the black market, spreading little by little.

However, there were so many fewer residents in the black market that no one noticed the situation for a while.

But in fact, even if someone perceives this, it is useless. Because this unknown strange fog can't be blown away at all, and it even seems to be an illusory existence.

Luckily, the grey fog didn't seem to do much harm to the creatures. It is neither toxic nor corrosive, and does not appear to have any negative effects other than to cause minimal visibility in the enveloped area.

And in the middle of this fog, which has been expanding over time, an inconspicuous dilapidated house stands quietly in the corner of the alley, looking nothing special......

Oh well!

In this gray environment, I want to see the whole picture of this dilapidated house...... It's probably already an impossible thing to do.

"Muriel! Muriel, wake up...... Open your eyes and look at me! Muriel......"

A faint call sounded faintly from the second floor of the house, and it was undoubtedly Martin's voice. And looking at this situation, Muriel still couldn't support Pansy's return after all.

"Damn it...... Who the hell is it...... Who turned her into this! And what exactly is this inexplicable fog...... What the hell is it? ”

Martin gritted his teeth and growled, barely able to control his emotions. But no matter what he did, there was no way to make Muriel get better from his current state.

It can be seen that Muriel's eyes, who are lying on the bed at this moment, have completely lost their lustre. Because the fog around her was so thick that Martin had to get very close to her to barely get a good look at her.

In fact, these unknown mist are constantly being released from her body.

Martin remembered that it was about ten minutes ago. At that time, Muriel had no reaction to the movements around her, and the whole person fell into a state of distraction.

Suddenly, Martin saw a gray haze spread out from her slightly open mouth and nose with her breathing.

The fog seemed to be slightly heavier than the air, and instead of drifting upwards, it rolled and sank to the ground like a cold air.

The gray fog was so fast that by the time Martin was at a loss, the floor in the bedroom was completely invisible.

Martin was naturally extremely anxious about this, but he was also worried about whether the fog would be harmful to him. With Muriel already unconscious, he knew that at least he would never have another accident.

At that moment, even though the fog in the room had already overflowed his instep, he decided to avoid it and check his body for anything abnormal.

But it soon became apparent to Martin that there was nothing wrong with the fog – even after he inched a little carelessly, nothing unexpected had happened.

It's a pity that he is fine on his own, but he can't change the worse and worse situation in front of him.

Before you knew it, the mist was pouring down the hallways and stairs downstairs, and began to leak out through the cracks in the doors and windows.

"Why...... Why do you want to do this to Muriel...... Who exactly? Will it be the Ministry of Magic? Or that McLean...... Yes, it must be McKellen......"

In the mist, Martin held Muriel's hand tightly, but he could only feel the coldness from her palm.

He muttered softly in his mouth, and at last he couldn't help but whisper again:

"McLean! I admit my mistake, can't I admit defeat? It's because I can't do it myself, and I want to follow that Helbo to deal with you...... Mclean! Come out of here! I'll tell you everything I know from Helpo! ”

"Of course it can be...... I have to say, I don't care. Suddenly, a voice that made Martin shudder suddenly sounded in the fog of the room, "Because...... You don't even know anything. ”

"The sea—"

At that moment, Martin, who was lying on the side of the bed, froze, and his hand holding Muriel trembled slightly.

"No...... Teacher? ”

After a moment of dead silence, Martin slowly turned his head - the fear that came from the bottom of his heart made the joints of his whole body seem to rust, and a sideways turn lasted for several seconds before he could barely complete it.

However, the thick fog made it impossible for him to see where Helbo was...... He wasn't even sure if Helmau was in the bedroom right now.

But in the next moment, with a few slight footsteps, the familiar and unfamiliar figure suddenly appeared from the mist.

"Don't call me 'teacher', I don't have a hobby of collecting betrayers."

Helpo didn't look at Martin, he just said casually as his gaze fell lightly on Muriel's body on the bed.

As far as Martin knew, it was impossible to see Muriel clearly at the end of the bed, but Helbo's gaze seemed to be able to see everything, and the fog could not hinder him in the slightest.

"Besides," Helbo said nonchalantly, looking at Muriel, who was still releasing gray mist outward, rather nonchalantly, "don't be wrong about the blame for McLean...... The person who turned this little girl into this picture can't be him, right? ”

Martin didn't speak, he just stared at the vaguely recognizable silhouette in the mist, his eyes full of puzzlement.

Since Helbo said so, how could he not think about the other party?

But once he thought that it was Helmo who did this to Muriel, Martin felt more and more incredulous - would it do Helpo any benefit to do this?

However, just as Martin was puzzled, Helbo suddenly chuckled.

"What, you're trying to blame me for this again?" He said lightly, "Of course, I don't really mind if you think so...... But unfortunately, this is really just a coincidence! At least in my opinion, it doesn't make the slightest difference who gets this 'gift' from me-"

Speaking of which, Helmao, who had never looked at Martin even once, finally turned his head slightly.

"Just like you apprentices, I accept everyone the same, anyway...... Sooner or later, you children will have a 'new self'. ”

In Martin's increasingly confused gaze, Helbo sighed to himself again, and then muttered softly as if talking to himself.

“…… It's coming, it's really fast...... It won't be long before you will have a fresh start with me. And I'm sure no one will bother me this time. ”

After a slight pause, Helbo finally added:

"After all, in this day and age, not to mention Merlin, even Rowena and Salazar have long since turned to dust...... How could a single weakness as obvious as Godric's McLean stand in my way? ”

Before the words fell, he ignored Martin's intentions, and suddenly waved his hand.

I saw that Mu Lier, who was originally lying on the bed, suddenly showed a layer of subtle spatial fluctuations. And then, Martin only felt that his hands were empty, and Muriel suddenly disappeared.

Only the seemingly endless gray mist was still churning outward, as if Muriel was still lying in place, never leaving.

"Muriel!"

Before the disappearance of his beloved girl, Martin's heart was still suppressed by fear, and he did not have the slightest will to resist. Although he knew that there must be a reason for Helbo's appearance, and it was very likely that he was coming for Muriel, he still didn't dare to act rashly.

It wasn't until the moment when his palm suddenly fell short finally came that he felt as if his heart was empty.

"Helbo! Give me back Muriel—"

Between the shaking of his heart, and the courage that came out of nowhere, Martin suddenly pulled out the wand that had grown up with him since he was a child.

"Avada suo!"

A green light burst silently through the vast gray mist, quickly piercing through the mist, and then slamming into the bedroom wall. The deadly spell blew a hole in the wall panel in an instant, and for a moment debris flew everywhere.

But since the requisition spell finally hit the wall, it naturally means that Helbo is safe and sound.

"Hmph, Requisition...... Do you think this modern magic, which breaks the rules of death, might threaten me? Helmo sneered, but then shook his head again, "Oh, maybe! But only if you have to use it on me before McLean, maybe there is a slight possibility! ”

After saying this, Helbo suddenly took a step back as if he had lost interest, and disappeared completely into the thick fog around him.

"Stop!"

Martin gritted his teeth and clutched his wand tightly and ran a few steps in the direction where Helmo had disappeared, but soon slammed into the wall of the room by accident.

He let out a low grunt, and immediately fell to the base of the wall, but he fought through the pain and got back up.

"Helbo—"

The other party left, and after sending Muriel to the unknown place, there was no intention of staying.

It can be seen that Helmo probably never cared about Martin, an "ant", and even the idea of crushing him to death did not exist.

After stumbling and running around the bedroom like crazy for a while, Martin finally fell to the floor as if he had lost all his strength.

After a while, I heard him whisper to himself like a dream. Just looking at his dejected appearance, it was no different from the previous Muriel.

“…… Helbo. ”

In that tone, hatred has long been lost, because ants are not qualified to hate humans.