It has to be said that Miss Parkinson's failure as a spy was a failure. But her series of blind tosses and turns are not completely useless.

With Maca unaware of Helbo's schemes, Pansy's actions have undoubtedly become a hidden-stirring stick, and before she knows it, she has muddied the whole situation at once.

And this, obviously, even Maca did not expect.

However, as one of the key personnel of the entire "Operation-Stirring Stick", the fairy half-blood witch Eruli not only knew nothing about all this, but even took the initiative to get into another trouble.

It's late at night, and it's been more than six hours since I've been locked up in this confinement house.

Since the Flint family had no food for her today, she had only eaten three hard loaves of bread for lunch and dinner combined—just a little food was not enough for her after a busy day.

At this moment, the stomach pouch that was secretly spasmed, the headache after using the fairy magic, and the dizziness caused by Mrs. Flint's two slaps before, made her feel that she was gradually losing her strength.

If she didn't eat something, she would probably be unconscious again, right?

"Ilully...... Are you still awake? ”

coldly, the voice of the little master suddenly sounded next door.

"Well, still awake." Ilully barely pulled herself together and replied softly, "Little Master, let's sleep for a while!" By tomorrow morning, Madame will let you out. ”

"Ilully?"

Hearing her voice a little flustered, the other party immediately asked with some worry:

"Are you alright? How...... Your voice is so soft? ”

"Oh, I'm fine," Illuria said quietly, quietly, "I'm just a little sleepy. ”

"That's good...... That's good......"

The young master next door finally seemed to be unable to resist the sleepiness after confirming that Yiluli seemed to be fine. In a few moments, there was a faint snoring in the quiet space—and he soon fell asleep.

However, Eluli could not sleep.

Because she knew that in her current state, if she fell asleep, she was afraid that it would be difficult to wake up in time. And if she hadn't woken up when Madame asked her to go out and continue questioning, she didn't know when the next time she was called......

No, who knows if there is a so-called "next time"?

It's just that, as time passed minute by minute, in the regular breathing of the young master next door, Yiluli only felt that her eyelids had become more and more heavy.

The smell of moss in the air, mixed with the dampness of seepage from the ground, lingered vigorously between Ilully's mouth and nose, but it made her even more dizzy.

But just as she was about to faint again, another strange voice with a familiar touch suddenly sounded, pulling her back from the seemingly boundless darkness.

"Ilully? Still awake, right? Give me a bang when you're awake! ”

This kind of conversation with impatience in the first sentence is a typical "Flint style", so that those who are familiar with it will know that it must be one of those "Flints".

"Yes...... Gentleman? Ilully tilted her head sideways, her tone a little puzzled, "What are you doing here at such a late hour?" ”

The "eldest young master" in her mouth was naturally referring to Marcus Flint, the Slytherin graduate with a pair of big teeth.

As Iruli spoke, she saw a sudden light behind her. The light from behind immediately stretched her shadow and imprinted it on the opposite wall, moving from the left to the center little by little as the angle changed.

"What do you think I'm here for? Stupid maid ...... Could there be any other reason than coming to you? Could it be that he came to my cowardly brother? ”

It's been more than two years since Marcus finally graduated from Hogwarts. But after two full years, his temper did not get better with maturity, but seemed to get worse.

Should I say, is it worthy of the surname Flint?

"The young master is not cowardly" - although Iruli wanted to say this, she knew that she had no position to say this. What's more, even if she said Marcus, she would only taunt her and the young master with more and more vicious words.

"I see," Illuria pursed her lips, a little hard, "then...... The young master came to me, did he have any orders? ”

"Command?"

Marcus sneered, as if Iruli wasn't even qualified to do something for him.

"Listen, there's a rumor about the Ministry of Magic, and you have to tell me the truth—I ask you, is that the little witch who was rescued in the Ministry of Magic dungeon that is you?"

The reputation of the Flint family outside is indeed not good, but even if a pure-blood family of the same level is unwilling to pay attention to them, there will always be some small families who can't climb the high branches and will want to praise their "stinky feet".

Therefore, it only takes a lot of gold galleons to sway out, and the Flint family has always been a channel for intelligence.

Given the slight connection between the time of the Ministry's inmate's disappearance and the time Iruli returned home, it is not surprising that anyone who is following the Ministry of Magic can deduce some possibilities from it.

To be honest, the only one to blame is Eruli's size, which is so obvious that it is difficult for anyone who knows her not to doubt it.

Merely......

"Young Master, you-"

Ilully was surprised that Marcus had noticed this.

In fact, she had thought that there were basically no one in the Flint family who was interested in the affairs of the Ministry of Magic. Aside from the occasional contact with Hogwarts for the schooling of their male offspring, the family lives almost exclusively on their own, rarely going to the outside world.

To say that this is to know how to protect oneself? Or have you never wanted to make progress? It's hard to say clearly what is gaining and dislosing.

After all, the Flint family has been doing well so far, perhaps thanks to this low-key and neutral stance and attitude.

Of course, this may also have something to do with the fact that every generation of the Flint family is headed by women.

Today's Marcus, however, is different.

When he was at Hogwarts, he was very fond of forming gangs, and in the next few years, he always mingled with Draco of the Malfoy family, apparently tasting the benefits of "hugging his thighs".

You must know that although Draco is always pressed down in front of Maca, the Malfoy family behind him is still second to none among the pure-blood families in modern times.

In the two years before and after Marcus graduated, the Malfoy family was quite sluggish, so much so that Marcus had to deliberately distance himself after graduation so as not to burn himself.

But Marcus, who has already tasted the sweetness, how can he be lonely again? As soon as he thought about it, he set his sights on the Ministry of Magic's "official thighs" that had grown thick again after befriending Maka.

It's a pity that with his scumbag grades when he graduated, he has to be qualified to get close if he wants to hug his thighs!

So, Marcus got a deputy steward in the family and spent his days messing around, while trying to figure out how he could get into the Ministry of Magic.

Now, should it be said that his "hard work pays off"? Or should I say that he ran shit luck?

The more he thought about it, the more he thought about it, the more likely it became—if he could hand it over to the Ministry, maybe he would be able to knock on the door of the Ministry of Magic in one fell swoop by going through the name of the Flint family.

Tossing and turning, Marcus thought about the night in his bed, and finally couldn't help but go down to the confinement room overnight to try to confirm.

But I have to say, he's still stupid.

As far as Marcus is concerned, Illuri may not be able to think of them, but as a wanted criminal from the Ministry of Magic who escaped from prison, can she honestly admit it?

"Young Master, I've never been to the Ministry of Magic," Illuria quickly calmed down after a slight surprise, "But, young master, when did you start caring about the Ministry of Magic?" If Madame knew, she would be glad to know! ”

"Hmph," Marcus snorted coldly when he heard this, "What, don't admit it?" As soon as the prisoners in the dungeon of the Ministry of Magic disappeared, you didn't know that you had run there in the middle of the night and you had returned—how could it be such a coincidence! ”

"But it's such a coincidence, young master......"

Iruli was so weak that it was hard to even say a word, but she had to keep talking.

"Young Master, I just went out to meet a friend, I met when I was out shopping. I came home late this time, and I made such a big mistake because I was too forgetful of talking with my friends...... I already know it's wrong. ”

While she flatly denied it, she also intentionally or unintentionally took the topic elsewhere. Not to mention that I hope to dispel Marcus's suspicions, at least for the time being, I want to avoid getting entangled in the same topic.

Sure enough, when Marcus heard her say this, he immediately asked:

"Friends? Tell me, who is your friend? ”

It was a question that Iruli expected him to ask, as she knew very well that Marcus and Pansy had been classmates in the same college.

"It's Miss Parkinson," Ilully replied immediately, "I think you also know the young master, Miss Pansy Parkinson of the Parkinsons' family!" ”

"What?"

Marcus knew Pansy, of course, and he even remembered what she looked like. Because Pansy had been by Draco's side at Hogwarts, Marcus hadn't spoken much to the rather rude little girl, but he had seen each other often.

"Miss Parkinson?" He was immediately stunned and said, "You are a servant, can you make friends with her who is full of pride?" How is this possible! ”

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