No one, not one.

As the door slowly closed behind Maca, the cacophony of people faintly coming from Diagon Alley was also cut off.

The store, which was already a little dark because it had no windows, suddenly became even more gloomy.

Upon entering, Maca couldn't help but hide her nose a little—the smell of the place was too big, and it was obvious that it was a strong stench from a decomposing corpse.

Of course, there are many types of corpses, but they don't necessarily have to be human.

Seeing Pansy in front of her covering her mouth and retching for a while, she seemed to have lost most of her strength and stood on the shelf at the door, so Maca passed her and walked directly into the house.

Soon he saw that in addition to the shelves in front of the four walls of the shop, there was also a large water tank in the corner of the store. And the stench in this shop is constantly wafting from the water tank.

What's that?

Unless you have some special fetishes, generally speaking, no one likes to live in such a foul-smelling place. So instead of thinking that it was a habit, Maca preferred to believe that Namuriel had some purpose in mind and had to let her home stink.

After pinching her nose closer to the water tank, Maca seemed to finally notice something, and her brow suddenly furrowed.

He found a bulging bag of marijuana in the tank.

And you can see that the sack stuffed with something is half floating and half sinking in the small half tank of brown liquid, so that it is impossible to tell what kind of creature is inside.

But is it really just a corpse?

Only now did Maca sense that there was still a mass of magic power belonging to a living creature in the sack, exuding a trace of imperceptible magic fluctuations.

If he hadn't been so close, he might not even have been able to perceive it.

And when it comes to the fluctuation of magical power, Maca actually feels a little familiar—it must not be a human, but the magic of some purer, more spiritual magical creature.

This is...... Unicorn?

If you just smell and look at this water tank, I'm afraid it is difficult for ordinary people to imagine that the sack will actually contain a unicorn known for its divine purity.

However, Maca could tell from the faint fluctuation of magic that it was ...... It does seem to be a unicorn.

And still alive!

Almost subconsciously, Maca remembered the scene in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts, where Voldemort possessed Quirrell, hunting unicorns and gulping down their silver blood, hideous and terrifying.

However, even if you know how to drink it, you will be cursed, and sucking it on the spot is somewhat too barbaric.

At that time, if Voldemort had more time, he would not have squatted in the forest and drank the blood of unicorns, making such a mess.

Thinking of this, Maca couldn't help but glance down at the jar again.

Rotting the pure unicorn and tainting its divine talent with filth in order to force out the purest drop of blood in the unicorn – if possible, maybe Voldemort would do the same?

As for the effect of that drop of unicorn essence blood, it is naturally to extend life.

There is no doubt that this is a rather ruthless form of black magic, and the unicorn essence blood forced out in this way is also called the "natural elixir" by the former dark wizards.

"That 'Muriel'...... It doesn't seem to be easy! Maca frowned, thinking to herself.

As far as Maca knew, this secret method was not known to everyone, and even he himself had only seen some simple accounts of what he had seen in Rowena's secret chamber.

As he pondered, he suddenly felt a man stop at the doorway in the overturned alley outside the house, and he had to put aside his thoughts for a moment, and he stood by the water tank and turned around slightly.

"Click—"

Immediately, the doorknob turned slightly, causing the lock spring to make a sound, and the rear door slowly opened. Pansy, who was leaning against the shelves near the doorway, heard this, and quickly straightened up and hurriedly took a few steps back into the house.

"Well, are you already there, Miss Parkinson?"

It seems that it was because of the fact that during the fight with Kingsley, the latter had caused some kind of incurable damage to him, so that Martin was now hunched up all the time.

However, he could feel that his body was no longer in serious trouble, and when he entered the house, every step seemed to be very stable and powerful.

"Mr. Martin......"

Listening to the other party's cold voice, Pansy still didn't know anything in her heart, but she still stubbornly said:

"Mr. Martin! Why did you pick such a moment to call me out...... I think you should know that the Flint family has made that McLean suspicious of me! It's not convenient for me to leave school right now. ”

"Huh?"

Martin closed the door with his backhand, stared at Pansy for a deep look, and then flashed his wand in his right hand with a swift wave.

"Miss Parkinson, are you questioning my orders?"

"Bang!"

The moment Martin waved his wand, Pansy felt as if all her strength had been drained, and she fell to the floor with a thud.

And then, an indescribable feeling of weakness suddenly filled her heart, and it felt as if her soul would leave her body and drift away in the next moment.

To be honest, this kind of pain does not originate from pain, but it is no less than the Diamond Heart Mantra.

But the good thing is that although the house is full of stench, there is no dirt on the floor. Compared to the oily black floor formed by the mud and dirt of the pig's head bar, it is obviously much cleaner.

"No...... I'm sorry, Mr. Martin...... I apologize for my rudeness, please, please stop! ”

Seeing Pansy lying on the ground and trembling slightly, Maca felt a little sorry, but she could only stand still and wait silently. Because he knew that Martin was just an act of demonstration.

Sure enough, Martin swung his staff again, giving Pansy a chance to catch his breath. And while the latter was lying on the ground and breathing hard, Martin immediately said coldly:

"Of course, it's okay to question me, but you've betrayed me...... Why didn't you rescue Muriel when you went to the Ministry of Magic dungeon? Not only that, but after leaving the Ministry of Magic, you went straight back to Hogwarts without even having any contact with me! ”

Speaking of this, he sneered.

"Hmph, why did McLean suspect you...... If you want me to see it, you don't dare to come to me because you know that I must have seen through your disguise and deception, right? Well? Am I right - Miss Spy sent by McLean? ”

"No, how could that-"

Pansy struggled to prop up her upper body, and the momentary loss made her simply sit on the floor and look up:

"Nobody is going to joke with their lives, is they? And my life is in your hands now...... What's more, I'm a member of the Parkinson's family, how could I possibly follow that McLean's orders? ”

"Pureblood...... Hmph, that's just a bunch of jokes! ”

Martin couldn't help but laugh at the thought of pure-blood wizards nowadays, seeing McLean like seeing a cat and a mouse.

The so-called "pride of purebloods" is simply worthless in his opinion.

It's just that the first half of what Pansy said made Martin a little irrefutable—yes! This Parkinson's life is still in his hands, and he can let the other party die on the spot almost at any time.

So, could there be anything more terrible than death?

After a moment, Martin suddenly shook his hand and said:

"It's not impossible to convince me of you—as I mentioned in my letter, you can go to the Ministry of Magic dungeon again and rescue Muriel too! If it happens, not only will I not take your life, but I will also give you the third and final step of the magic ritual, so that you can get power that ordinary people can't imagine! ”

As he spoke, Martin paused for a moment, and then turned his back.

"You can take this as my order, or as a deal...... Whatever you want! Anyway, I'm going to see Muriel appear in front of me as soon as possible, understand? ”

"This ...... How is this possible? ”

Although Maca mentioned that she could not even "know" about the Ministry of Magic martial law if necessary, it seems that there is no need to pretend not to know at this time.

When Pansy heard this, she said loudly:

"The current Ministry of Magic can't even get into an invisible beast, so how can I go and bring Muriel out? And Mr. Martin, in case you don't know, Muriel stayed in the dungeon of her own free will - the door of the dungeon was covered with a powerful protective charm, and Illuria could only open one door with all her might, and she almost passed out on the spot! ”

It wasn't something that Maca told her to say.

Involving Ilully at such a time would have complicated things even more. Therefore, Maca thinks that instead of bothering with that tongue to explain, it is better to simplify the complexity and use only the hidden dangers of magical rituals to win Martin's trust.

But Pansy seems to think that lies with mixed truth and falsehood are easier to believe, so she temporarily decides to add more drama to herself.

Anyway, when Muriel and Martin meet, he will know these things sooner or later.

However, if this kind of thing is said now, it is obvious that it will only confuse Martin.

"What?" I saw him turn around suddenly, frowned, and said, "Muriel volunteered to stay in the dungeon? Just to take care of your friend's feelings? What nonsense are you talking about—"

Martin said as he spoke, as if he felt that with Muriel's character, this kind of thing was really difficult to say, so he quickly stopped.

“…… Tsk, it's ridiculous, but it's not necessarily nonsense...... Is it? Damn it! ”()

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