Because the genius had used goblin magic that day, Iluli couldn't even withstand Mrs. Flint's second slap.
When she woke up again, she found that she had been locked in a dark and cold room.
Needless to say, this is obviously the place that was converted from a part of the underground wine cellar of the villa, and has always been called the "confinement room" by the servants.
"Did I... faint?"
Iluli still clearly remembered that she should have been in the restaurant when she was still conscious; and she even remembered that she had just been slapped by Mrs. Flint.
But after she stood up again according to the madam's order, she seemed not to be able to remember at all.
"hiss-"
Frowning slightly, Iluli gently rubbed her forehead - she could still feel the throbbing pain deep in her head.
The dull pain on one cheek also made her feel that half of her face might have been swollen.
In such a situation where her whole head seemed to be in pain, a wry smile appeared on the corner of Iluli's mouth.
She thought she had just escaped from the dungeon of the Ministry of Magic with Pansy, but in the blink of an eye she was sent to another similar place again. Although Iluli had been mentally prepared from the moment she decided to come back, at this moment, it was inevitable that she would feel a little sad.
But at this moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in her ears.
"Iluli, are you awake?"
"Young Master?"
Why is Mrs. Flint's little son here? And the voice seemed to be right next door to the confinement room where she was.
"It's me... Iluli, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Yiluli replied in a daze, but then added, "Forget about me... Young Master, why do you appear here? Madam, she—"
In response to this, Eluli heard the young master next door remain silent for a moment, and then spoke again:
"At that time, your mother didn't get up after seeing you fall to the ground for the second time. She seemed to think you were pretending to be faint, so she even wanted to kick you in the stomach. I thought this was too much, so I stood up I grabbed her... and then, I was sent here with you."
Although he did not go into too much detail, Iluli could guess from this simple narrative that Mrs. Flint must have been very angry at that time.
Compared with the negligence of the maid Eluli, her son, who has always been humble and submissive, actually opposed her in front of the whole family. This was obviously much more serious for Mrs. Flint.
"Young Master, you... why are you doing this?"
After a long time, Iluli said helplessly:
"You know Madam's temper. What you do is undoubtedly equivalent to challenging her majesty in her eyes. What's more, it really doesn't matter to me... When I come back this time, I am ready to accept Madam's punishment. ”
"But -" the youngest son of the Flint family next door, although still very young, was extremely sensible, immediately said, "Iluli, although you did make a mistake, you will not be insulted and punished like that. You usually do things You are so serious and arrange all the housework in an orderly manner, can't your mother see your efforts?"
As if he was arguing with someone, he stubbornly talked about how good Iluli was, and finally said:
"My mother was wrong, and I just did what I thought was right, so I'm not afraid of being imprisoned here! By the way, I already figured it out when you were unconscious for such a long time... Iluli, wait. After we get out of here, let’s run away together!”
"Escape?"
The madam's youngest son, Iluli, has been taking care of him for five full years. She even understands some of the other person's thoughts better than Mrs. Flint's mother.
Ever since the eldest son Marcus repeated a grade at Hogwarts three years ago, Madam has been forcing her youngest son, who was only seven years old at the time, to learn all kinds of knowledge day after day.
From the first-year courses at Hogwarts, to the etiquette and rules of the pure-blood family, to the various methods of assisting his sister in managing the family, piles and piles of them were poured into the young master's head.
And this kind of life lasted for nearly three years.
To be honest, it was only a matter of time that the young master, who was already overwhelmed, would think of escaping from this nightmare.
But even Iluli didn't expect that the young master who truly belonged to this "family" would actually decide to leave earlier than she, an "outsider".
"Young Master, have you really thought about it? You know-"
Iluli was about to give some advice, but she soon realized that the young master who was not bound by a contract might really need to get out of this almost pathological family. Because if things continue like this, the kind-hearted young master may either be driven crazy by his mother, or he may gradually accept his fate in pain and struggle.
That kind of future shouldn't happen to this boy who still knows how to distinguish right from wrong!
"Young Master, if... if you really think about it, I can help you." Yiluli finally said softly, "In fact, I know a friend who is as kind-hearted as you. When I am in danger, , it was she who helped me. Otherwise, I might not be able to come back until now... "
As she was speaking, she paused for a moment and then said:
"Young Master, if you really leave the Flint family, then go to Hogwarts to find her! I believe she will spare no effort to help you... Remember, her name is Pansy Parkinson ', the best friend in my life!"
The young master next door heard what Iluli said and remembered it in his heart, but at the end, he still asked doubtfully:
"Iluli, what about you? Aren't you going with me?"
In his opinion, it was absolutely incredible that Iluli still didn't want to leave. His mother, Mrs. Flint, treated her like this, but she was still willing to stay in this terrible place. in the family
However, after hearing this, the latter smiled calmly.
"I can't leave here, and I won't leave here..." Yiluli said with a smile, "Young master, do you know? My mother is buried in the servant cemetery outside the backyard of the villa, sixth row left The fourth tombstone... You see, since she chose to work for the Flint family all her life, I will do the same as her."
Not to mention whether she will have different ideas in the future, at least for now, her heart has not changed.
Besides, even if she changes her mind one day and no longer wishes to continue her mother's life, she doesn't seem to be able to escape as easily as the young master.
If she did, the servant contract she signed would directly kill her within a certain period of time. And even the Ministry of Magic has no control over a death like this.
Of course, Iluli felt that she could not tell the young master such a cruel reality - after all, he was just a child who would not reach school age until next year.
"I do not understand."
The boy next door obviously didn't understand why Iluli stayed because of his mother's tomb. To him, his mother was simply the most disgusting person in the world.
"Anyway," Iluli suddenly took a deep breath, and then repeated again, "Remember, her name is 'Pansy Parkinson' and she is my best friend!"
…
Scrimgeour already knew that a prisoner was missing from the Ministry of Magic dungeons.
In fact, not long after Pansy took Iluli to sneak out of the Ministry of Magic with polyjuice potion, the personnel responsible for regular inspections of the dungeon immediately discovered this matter.
Needless to say, the Minister of Magic Scrimgeour issued an order at that time, asking the Auror Office to immediately send people to impose full martial law on the Ministry of Magic.
Although Kingsley couldn't explain this to Scrimgeour directly, he still took some time to write a secret message about the ministry's situation and sent it to Maca.
There is no doubt that the martial law imposed by the Ministry of Magic is bound to bring more trouble to Martin.
Because once he recovers from his injuries, he will most likely immediately start thinking of ways to rescue Muriel who is still in the dungeon. The increasingly tight guards will obviously be a big obstacle to his rescue operations.
And when the time comes, he will probably even hate Pansy for causing this situation.
However, Maka had no suitable way to stop Scrimgeour's decision. If Martin had guessed that he, Macca McClain, was behind all this, Pansy's several adventures would not only fall short, but would instead lead Martin to do even more extreme things.
That kind of development is obviously what Maka least wants to see.
So, until the evening. When Ron, Neville and others followed Luna outside his room, Macadu had not yet made any definite response to Kingsley's secret message.
"You guys are here?"
After noticing that several friends had already arrived outside the door, Maka, who was looking through her notes to sort out her thoughts, finally turned around and waved gently.
The door suddenly opened with his movement, revealing Luna and others outside in front of him.
"Come in! The last one can help me close the door... After all, what we are going to do next is still a big secret. Remember to keep it secret for me when you go back today."
"Oh! So, what is going on?" Ron asked curiously, "We have already asked Luna, but what did she say...'Medic'? What on earth is that?" "
"It's 'Meredix' -" Luna immediately corrected her seriously, "Maka said she is the host of the blood curse, right?"
The last "right?" was naturally directed towards Maka, but looking at her half-informed look, it was no wonder that Ron was still confused after asking her.
"Yes, it's the host of the blood curse... If you still want to have dinner on time, let us explain the relevant explanations while we are at it!"