No one, not one.
As the door slowly closed behind Maka, the faint noise coming from Diagon Alley was also isolated from the outside.
The shop, which was already a little dark because there were no windows, suddenly became even more eerie.
After coming in, Maka couldn't help but cover her nose a little - the smell in this place was really too strong, and in fact it was obvious that it was a strong stench emitted by decomposed corpses.
Of course, there are many types of corpses, and they don't necessarily have to be human.
Seeing that Pansy in front of her was covering her mouth and retching for a while, then standing leaning on the shelf at the door as if she had lost most of her strength, Maka passed her by and walked directly into the house. .
Soon he saw that in addition to the shelves in front of the four walls of the store, there was also a large water tank placed in the corner. And the stench in this store is constantly wafting out from the water tank.
WTF
Unless they have some special hobbies, generally speaking, no one would like to live in such a smelly place. So instead of thinking that this is a lifestyle habit, Maka is more willing to believe that Muriel has a certain purpose and only allows her home to stink as a last resort.
After pinching her nose and getting closer to the water bowl, Maka seemed to finally notice something, and her brows suddenly frowned.
He found that there was a bulging large sack in the water tank.
And you can see that the sack stuffed with something is half floating and half sinking in the small tank of brown liquid, making it impossible to tell what kind of creature's body is inside.
But, is it really just a corpse
It was only when Maka arrived at the water tank that she realized that there was still a magic source belonging to a living creature in the sack that was faintly moving, exuding an imperceptible magic wave.
If he wasn't so close, he might not even be able to sense it.
As for the magic power fluctuation, Maka actually felt a little familiar - it was definitely not a human being, but the magic power of some kind of purer and more spiritual magical creature.
Is this... a unicorn
If one were just smelling the smell and looking at the water tank, it would be difficult for ordinary people to imagine that the sack contained a unicorn that was known for its sanctity and purity.
However, Maka could tell based on the vague magic power fluctuations in it that... it seemed that it was indeed a unicorn.
And it's still alive!
Almost subconsciously, Maka remembered the scene in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts - Voldemort possessed Quirrell, hunting the unicorn and sipping its silver blood. It was ferocious and terrifying.
However, even if you know how to drink it, you will still be infected with the curse, and sucking it on the spot is somewhat too barbaric.
If Voldemort had had more time at that time, he probably wouldn't have been squatting in the woods drinking unicorn blood and getting into such a miserable state.
Thinking of this, Maka couldn't help but lowered her head and glanced into the tank again.
Let the pure unicorn rot, let the filth taint its sacred talent, and thereby force out the purest drop of blood in the unicorn's body - if it were possible, maybe Voldemort would do the same, right
As for the function of that drop of unicorn blood, it is naturally to extend life.
There is no doubt that this is a very cruel black magic, and the unicorn essence and blood forced out through this method are also called "natural elixir of immortality" by the former dark wizards.
"That 'Muriel'... doesn't look simple at all!" Maka frowned and thought to herself.
As far as Maka knows, this secret method is not known to everyone. Even he himself has only seen some simple records of his experiences in Rowena's secret room.
While he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt a person stopping at the door in Knockturn Alley outside the house. This forced him to put aside his thoughts temporarily, and stood by the water tank and turned around slightly.
"Crack-"
Immediately, the door handle turned slightly, causing the lock spring to make a sound, and then the door leaf slowly opened. After Pansy, who was leaning against the shelf near the door, heard this, she quickly straightened up and hurriedly took several steps back into the house.
"Well, are you here yet, Miss Parkinson?"
It seems that in the battle with Kingsley, the latter caused some irreparable damage to him, so that Martin is now always stooped.
However, it can be felt that his body is no longer seriously injured. When he entered the house, every step seemed very steady and strong.
"Mr. Martin..."
Listening to the other party's cold words, Pansy still felt unsure, but she still said bravely:
"Mr. Martin! Why did you choose this moment to call me out... I think you should know that the incident with the Flint family has made McClain suspicious of me! It is not convenient for me to leave school now."
"snort?"
Martin closed the door with his backhand, stared at Pansy for a long time, and then suddenly showed the wand in his right hand and waved it quickly.
"Miss Parkinson, are you questioning my order?"
"Bang!"
The moment Martin waved the wand, Pansy felt as if all her strength had been drained from her body, and she fell softly to the floor with a plop.
Immediately afterwards, an indescribable feeling of weakness suddenly filled her heart. It felt as if her soul would leave her body and drift away in the next moment.
To be honest, although this kind of pain does not come from pain, it is no less than the Cruciatus Curse.
But the good thing is that although the room is full of stench, there is no dirt on the ground. Compared to the greasy black floor of the Pig's Head Bar, which was formed by compacted dirt, this place is obviously much cleaner.
"No... I'm sorry, Mr. Martin... I apologize for my rudeness just now. Please, please stop!"
Seeing Pansy lying on the ground and shaking slightly, although Maka felt a little sorry, she could only stand aside and wait silently. Because he knew that Martin was just an act of demonstration.
As expected, Martin waved his stick again not long after, giving Pansy a chance to breathe. While the latter was lying on the ground breathing hard, Martin said coldly:
"Of course, it's okay to question me, but you also betrayed me... Why didn't you rescue Muriel when you went to the Ministry of Magic dungeon? Not only that, after leaving the Ministry of Magic, you went back directly Hogwarts has never even had any contact with me!"
Having said this, he suddenly sneered.
"Hmph, what are you saying about McClain doubting you... If you want me to see it, you know that I must have seen through your disguise and deception, so you don't dare to come to me at all, right? Huh? I'm right, right? - McClain The spy lady sent?"
"No, how could this-"
Pansy managed to hold up her upper body. The momentary lack of strength made her sit on the floor and raised her head and said:
"No one would joke with their own life, right? And my life is in your hands now... What's more, I am a member of the Parkinson family, how could I obey that McClain's order?"
"A pure-blood family... Huh, that's just a bunch of jokes!"
When he thought of those pure-blood wizards nowadays, seeing McClane was like seeing a cat and mouse, Martin couldn't help but laugh out loud.
The so-called "pride of pure blood" was worthless to him.
However, the first half of what Pansy said made Martin unable to refute it - yes! Parkinson's life is still in his hands, and he can kill him on the spot almost at any time.
So, is there anything scarier than death
After a moment, Martin suddenly waved his hand and said:
"It's not impossible for me to believe you - just like what I mentioned in the letter, you go to the Ministry of Magic dungeons again and rescue Muriel! If it happens, not only will I not want you Fate will also give you the third and final step of the magic ritual, allowing you to gain power that ordinary people cannot imagine!"
As he was speaking, Martin paused for a moment and then turned his back.
"You can think of this as my order, or you can think of it as a deal... whatever you think! In short, I want to see Muriel appear in front of me as soon as possible, do you understand?"
"This...how is this possible?"
Although Maka mentioned that she could "not know" about the Ministry of Magic's martial law if necessary, there seemed to be no need to pretend to be ignorant at this time.
When Pan Xi heard this, she immediately said loudly:
"The current Ministry of Magic can't even get in with an invisible beast. How could I bring Muriel out? And Mr. Martin, maybe you don't know that Muriel stayed in the dungeon voluntarily at that time - the dungeon There is a powerful protective spell on the door, and Iluli could only open one door with all her strength, and she almost fainted on the spot!"
These words were not what Maka asked her to say.
Involving Iluli at this time will make things more complicated. Therefore, Maka believes that instead of wasting time to explain, it is better to simplify the complexity and only use the hidden dangers of magic rituals to win Martin's trust.
But Pansy seemed to think that lies that were a mixture of truth and falsehood would be easier for people to believe, so she temporarily decided to add more drama to herself.
Anyway, after Muriel and Martin meet, he will know these things sooner or later.
However, saying this now would obviously only confuse Martin.
"What?" He suddenly turned around and said with a frown, "Muriel stayed in the dungeon voluntarily? Just to take care of your friend's feelings? What nonsense are you talking about-"
As Martin talked, he seemed to feel that with Muriel's character, it was really difficult to talk about this kind of thing, so he stopped quickly.
"...Tsk, even though it's ridiculous, it's not necessarily nonsense...? Damn it!"