With almost all the Hogwarts students and teachers traveling, and only a handful of people left in the school, Martin's letter was still a bit of a bit of a concern.

So, when Pansy's reply arrived unharmed, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

As stated in the letter, the time to rescue Muriel from the dungeon was set for two days later, and that would be the day Pansy and Illuria would go with the Aurors to the Ministry of Magic to cooperate with the security trial.

In the past two days, Martin has undoubtedly been a little restless, and there is a little uneasiness mixed with it.

Fortunately, two days passed quickly. Martin, who had been hiding in a corner of the black market, finally left the temporary hideout he was looking for and returned to Muriel's stinking home first.

It must be said that the smell here is a little unpleasant, but for Martin, it is more of an indescribable nostalgia.

“…… It's only been a few days since I left, how can I become a big deal with so much sentimentality? He stood stunned for a moment in the stinking room, and couldn't help but shake his head silently, "Hmph, maybe I'm not the kind of person who can do great things, right?" ”

When he thought that in order to save Muriel, he was reluctant to contact the teacher, and even ignored the instructions conveyed by the other apprentices, and he had an indescribable feeling in his chest.

As for whether this was annoyed by the lack of strength in his heart, or whether he was confused about the future that would become more and more hazy, even he did not understand.

"Speaking of which, what was it that made me decide to follow the teacher? Is it to satisfy a spiritual ideal, or is it the desire for eternal life? ”

While Martin was confused, reality didn't give him much room to think.

When he realized that in a few moments, Parkinson's would be sent to the Ministry of Magic, he knew he shouldn't waste any more time thinking about such useless things. Because no matter whether he is annoyed or confused, what he has to do next will not change.

Sweeping aside the confusion in his mind, Martin hurried up to the second floor and into the empty room where he had carefully arranged his guards.

And here, in fact, there is an ordinary secret compartment that even Maca has not noticed.

To be honest, Martin is actually a smart man with good talent, otherwise Helbo probably wouldn't even be in the mood to look at him.

A hidden safe like this, which would only be popular in the Muggle world in a room full of enchanted spells, was the best hidden solution he could think of to deal with the Aurors' alchemical detection instruments.

And obviously, this effect is really good, and even the maca who once had a sense of this place has been deceived a little.

"Click—"

With a crunch of a wooden plank breaking, Martin brutally broke a piece of floor, revealing the code knob and handle of a metal safe.

But then, I saw him pull up the panel of a whole safe door with a sharp force, and dragged the handle up, and threw it at his feet.

It seems that if a wizard really did cast a spell like a lock spell on that panel, it would definitely be a bad thing for him.

It wasn't until a tin box hidden under the panel was revealed that Martin took it in his hand and opened the lid without thinking, and took out a number of small, ordinary-looking potions bottles.

In fact, most of these potions are the finished products that Muriel inadvertently refined during his research. Although they had a peculiar effect, they were not put up for sale, but were asked for by Martin.

There were only a few bottles of rare potions that Martin had purchased elsewhere, and they were quite expensive—including the Immortal Elixir that Maca had sold in small quantities.

Nowadays, this rare and highly effective stealth elixir no longer has a direct consignment store, and only occasionally appears at the auction of the Dark Spirit Pavilion, and the price naturally rises as the circulation continues to decrease.

Placing all the potions in a suitcase beside him, Martin buckled the case, stood up, and walked out of the room quickly.

……

"Marka, then we'll take Miss Parkinson and Miss Eluli over, you...... Do you want to go along? I have to say, before I came here, Scrimgeour told me to ask you. ”

In the foyer of Hogwarts Castle, Kingsley was standing face to face with Marka. Behind him, first were Pansy and Ilully, and then the two escorts who accompanied him.

After all, Ilully was still a wanted suspect until she was cleared.

Hearing that Kingsley chuckled and asked, Maca couldn't help but smile along.

"I'm not going, or Mr. Scrimgeour will be embarrassed—he's obviously just pretending to be polite, and he's not going to pay attention!"

"Oh! I can't hear that to our ministers! Kingsley shrugged his shoulders before pausing for a moment, "By the way, there's another thing I don't know if you've heard - on the last day of the pure-blood family's farce of 'purging the wizarding world of Britain', there were murders within two families. ”

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Maca couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

"And that's not all...... Kingsley added, "based on the examination of the bodies, it is inferred that the two deceased died at almost identical times." ”

"Really?" Maca pondered for a moment, "Well, as long as it is not evidence that can directly point out the identity of the murderer, I'm afraid the suspicions on the deceased don't matter, right?" ”

When Kingsley saw him say this, he nodded his head.

"Lupin and Sirius think so too, so they're now splitting up to find out what the two families are doing, to see how they react to this entanglement."

"Let them both be careful, I may not be able to take care of your actions in the near future, so don't make too big a move, and be cautious."

After saying this, the two said no more, and Maca escorted them out of the Hogwarts school gates.

Before leaving, Kingsley deliberately turned back and said loudly:

"Be careful yourself!"

"Of course."

Pansy didn't know that it wouldn't be long before a big rock would fall from the sky. Hearing Kingsley's special instructions for Maca to be careful, she was still a little puzzled.

But there was no time for her to think about it today, and in an hour at most, she would have to cooperate with Martin to rescue Muriel from the Ministry of Magic dungeon.

Of course, the premise is that the other party is still locked up in the dungeon.

Before she was ready, Pansy felt like she had been forced into a narrow tube. With a brief glide, she was taken by her retinue to the Ministry of Magic's fireplace hall.

“…… Mr. Shakel. ”

It was always uncomfortable to be taken away, but even with a little dizziness, Pansy patiently moved closer to Kingsley and called him softly.

"Huh?" Kingsley tilted his head slightly, "Miss Parkinson, what's wrong?" ”

"Can you ......," Pansy said as low as she could, "you know—slower." ”

"Oh, actually, we've wasted a little more time at Hogwarts," Kingsley didn't show any signs of anything unusual, but said casually, "but ...... Of course! If you need it. ”

said this, but Kingsley's pace did not slow down in the slightest, and continued to walk forward with a few people. It wasn't until he got to the elevator that he suddenly turned around and led them straight to the security checkpoint.

"Erik, let's get it checked!"

As he spoke, he drew his wand and handed it straight to the security wizard, his face taking for granted.

"Okay, please stand up and do a physical examination first...... Mr. Shackle? The security wizard was almost habitually talking, and was about to pick up the detection tool, but when he looked up, he was stunned for a moment, "No, no, the head of the Auror office doesn't have to come to me to go through the security check, right?" ”

"But I think even Mr. Minister needs to go through a security check, and it would be better to go through a more careful check than a normal one! If the position is high enough, you can't do it, and if something happens, it's all your responsibility, isn't it? ”

Kingsley said this righteously, and when the other party heard it, he had to carefully take the wand from his hand and put it on the wand detection scale next to him.

Compared to the rude and casual manner with which he used other people's wands, he was obviously much more cautious now.

"Yes, that's it! Measure carefully, so that every guest who comes to the service can rest assured, and you will never have to worry about being convicted of collaborating with the enemy again. ”

While keeping an eye on the security wizard's every move, Kingsley kept saying some words to exert pressure, making almost every movement of the other party extremely slow, and a fine layer of sweat oozed from his forehead after a while.

Pansy, who was standing behind and watching all this, had to admire Kingsley's peculiar way of delaying time.

It wasn't until Kingsley asked the other two Aurors to go to security with their wands as well, that Pansy inadvertently looked back and saw an off-white envelope fluttering through the crowd.

It was the envelope she had used to send Martin's letters—almost instantly recognizable thanks to the unique mark of her contact with Martin.

Is it stealth? Or is Martin in a corner controlling the envelope with a spell?

After a hurried glance at the crowd, Pansy didn't dare to look for more, and quickly withdrew her gaze.

After a moment of waiting, Pansy, who was a little apprehensive, suddenly felt that the envelope just now had been stuffed into her hand at some point.

She hurriedly lowered her head secretly to take a look, only to see a few small words written on it:

"Get me through security."

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