Because she had only used fairy magic that day, Eluli couldn't even withstand Mrs. Flint's second slap.

When she woke up again, she found herself locked in a dark, cold room.

Needless to say, this is clearly the place that was converted from part of the underground cellar of Bessho, and has long been called the "Confinement House" by the servants.

"I ...... Did you faint? ”

Illuria still vividly remembers that she must have been in the dining room when she was still conscious; And she remembered that she had just been slapped by Mrs. Flint.

But after standing up again at Madame's command, she didn't seem to remember at all.

"Shhhh

Frowning slightly, Eluli rubbed her forehead slightly—she could still feel the throbbing pain in the depths of her head.

And on one side of her cheek, the faint swelling pain also made her feel that half of her face was probably already swollen.

As if her entire head had been hurt, a wry smile tugged at the corners of Iluri's mouth.

She had just escaped from the Ministry of Magic dungeon with Pansy, and in the blink of an eye, she had been sent to a similar place again. Although from the moment she decided to come back, Yiluli could be said to have been mentally prepared, but at this moment, it was inevitable that she would be a little stunned.

But at this moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

"Ilully, are you awake?"

"Little master?"

How did Mrs. Flint's youngest son end up here? And the voice sounded like it was right next door to the confinement house she was in.

"It's me...... Ilully, are you alright? ”

"I'm fine." Illuria replied in a daze, but then added, "Don't talk about me yet...... Little master, why are you here? Madame, she-"

In this regard, Iluli heard the young master next door be silent for a moment, and then spoke again:

"At that time, my mother didn't get up after seeing you fall to the ground a second time, and seemed to think that you were faking faintness, so she even wanted to kick you in the stomach. I thought it was too much, so I stood up and grabbed her...... And then, I was sent here with you. ”

Although he did not go into too much detail, Eluli could guess from this simple account that Mrs. Flint must have been very angry at the time.

Compared to the dereliction of duty of Eruli, a maid, her son, who had always been low-brow and obedient, turned against her in front of the whole family, which was obviously much more serious for Mrs. Flint.

"Little master, you...... Why do you bother? ”

After a long time, Yiluli said helplessly:

"You know Madame's temper, and if you do this, it will undoubtedly be tantamount to challenging her majesty in her eyes. What's more, I really don't care...... When I came back this time, I was ready to accept Madame's punishment. ”

"But—" said the young son of the Flint family, who was still very young but very sensible, "Iruli, although you have indeed made a mistake, you will not be insulted and punished like that. Usually you are so serious in your work and arrange all kinds of housework in an orderly manner, can't your mother see these hard work? ”

As if he were arguing with someone, he stubbornly said that Illuria was good, and then at last he said:

"Mother was wrong, and I just did what I thought was right, so I'm not afraid of being locked up here! By the way, I've figured it out just now while you've been unconscious...... Ilully, when we get out of here, let's run away together! ”

"Escape?"

Madame's youngest son, Illuria, had been in charge of the care for five years, and she knew even more about some of the other person's thoughts than Mrs. Flint's mother.

Ever since the eldest young master, Marcus, had been repeating a grade at Hogwarts three years earlier, the Lady had been forcing her son, who was only seven years old at the time, to learn all kinds of knowledge day after day.

From the first-year curriculum at Hogwarts, to the etiquette rules of the pure-blood family, to the various means of assisting his sister in managing the family, piles and piles were instilled in the young master's head.

And this kind of life is nearly three years at a time.

To be honest, the little young master, who was already overwhelmed, would have the idea of escaping this nightmare, and it was already a thing that was going to happen sooner or later.

But even Iluli didn't expect that the little young master who really belonged to this "family" would actually have the determination to leave earlier than her, an "outsider".

"Little master, have you really thought about it? You know—"

Iruli was about to persuade her, but she soon realized that the young master who was not bound by the contract might really really have to get out of this almost sick family. Because if it goes on like this, the kind-hearted young master may either be driven crazy by his mother, or gradually accept his fate in pain and struggle.

That kind of future shouldn't happen to this boy who still knows how to distinguish between right and wrong!

"Little master, what if...... If you really think about it, I can help you. "Actually, I know a friend who is as kind-hearted as you are, and she helped me when I was in danger. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back until now......"

As she spoke, she paused slightly, and then said:

"Young Master, if you really leave the Flint family, then go to Hogwarts to find her! I'm sure she'll go out of her way to help you...... Remember, her name is 'Pansy Parkinson' and she is my best friend in life! ”

The little young master next door heard and remembered Yiluli's words, but in the end, he still asked suspiciously:

"What about you, Ilully? Won't you come with me? ”

In his opinion, Illuria still didn't want to leave, which was absolutely an incredible thing - his mother, Mrs. Flint, had treated Illuri like this, but Illuri was willing to stay in this terrible family?

However, when the latter heard this, he smiled calmly.

"I can't leave here, and I won't leave here...... "Illuria smiled, "Little master, you know what? My mother is buried in the servant cemetery outside the backyard of Bezhuang, the fourth tombstone from the left in the sixth row...... You see, since she has chosen to work for the Flint family for the rest of her life, then I will be like her. ”

Let's not talk about whether she will have different ideas in the future, at least for now, her heart has not changed.

Besides, even if she changed her mind one day and didn't want to wronged herself to continue her mother's life, she didn't seem to be able to choose to escape as easily as the little master.

If she had done so, the servant contract she had signed would have killed her for a certain period of time. And a death like this is beyond even the control of the Ministry of Magic.

Of course, with such a cruel reality, Iluri felt that she couldn't say it to the little young master - after all, no matter how she said it, he was just a child who would not reach school age until next year.

"I don't understand."

The boy next door apparently didn't understand why Iluli had left behind because of his mother's grave, for whom his mother was the most disgusting person in the world.

"Anyway," Illuria said abruptly, taking a deep breath, then repeating again, "Remember, her name is 'Pansy Parkinson', and she's my best friend!" ”

……

The absence of a prisoner in the Ministry of Magic's dungeon, Scrimgeour already knew.

In fact, not long after Pansy took Illuria out of the Ministry of Magic with the Polyjuice Potion, the personnel in charge of regularly patrolling the dungeon immediately discovered the incident.

Needless to say, the Minister of Magic, Scrimgeur, gave an order at the time for the Auror Office to immediately send someone to impose full martial law on the Ministry of Magic.

In this regard, although Kingsley could not explain it directly to Scrimgeur, he still took the time to write down the situation in the ministry and sent it to Maca's side.

There is no doubt that martial law at the Ministry of Magic is bound to cause more trouble for Martin.

Because once his injuries recovered, most of them would immediately start trying to rescue Muriel who was still in the dungeon. And the tighter guards will obviously be a big obstacle to his rescue operations.

And when the time comes, he will probably hate Pansy even more for causing this situation.

However, Scrimgeour's decision was not in the right way for Maca to stop it. If Martin had guessed that he was behind all this, Maca McLean, Pansy's several adventures would have come to naught, and would have made Martin do something more extreme.

That kind of development is obviously the last thing Maca wants to see.

And so, until the evening. When Ron, Neville, and the others followed Luna outside his room, Maca hadn't responded to Kingsley's ciphertext in any certainty.

"You're here?"

Noticing that a few friends had walked outside the door, Maca, who was looking at her notes and sorting out her thoughts, finally turned around and waved her hand gently.

The door opened abruptly with his movements, revealing Luna and the others outside in front of him.

"Come in! The last one helped me close the door by the way...... After all, what I'm going to do next is a big secret, and remember to keep it a secret for me when I get back today. ”

"Oh! So, what's going on? Ron said curiously, "We've asked Luna, but what ...... 'Maddick' she said?" What the hell is that? ”

"It's 'Meledith'—" Luna corrected earnestly, "Maca says she's the host of the Blood Curse, isn't she?" ”

The last "yes or no" was naturally said to Maca, but looking at her half-understood appearance, it was no wonder that Ron was still confused after asking her.

"That's right, it's the Blood Curse host...... If you still want to eat dinner on time, let's talk about the explanation as we go! ”

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