"Bang, bang—"
Two stun spells fell on the heads of the two Auror guards almost at the same time, causing them to hit the stone walls on both sides of the cell door heavily.
Not to mention the damage caused by a direct hit to the head with the Stunning Curse, just hitting the back of the head against the wall is enough to cause a concussion.
This time, it was indeed cruel enough.
To be honest, Martin alone would definitely not be able to release two magic spells at the same time, but two people can definitely do it.
The next moment, Martin, who took the initiative to cast the spell, finally gradually revealed his figure outside the cell because the potion failed.
"Open the cell door."
After knocking out the two wizards guarding the door, Martin tilted his head at the patrolman who had just helped him clear the obstacle and motioned for him to find a way to open the door.
But then he discovered that the other party did not do as he said, but stood there and shook his head in confusion.
"Without the key and password... you can't open the door."
"Neither have they?" Martin pointed to the Aurors lying on both sides.
"No," the Auror inspector shook his head again and said in a slightly stiff tone, "The key is on the wall of the office, and the password is only known to the head of the room, Mr. Shacklebolt."
"Damn it," Martin frowned and cursed in a low voice in annoyance, "Why was there nothing in the cell where Iluli was held just now... huh?"
Martin was muttering secretly angry in front of the cell door, but he soon noticed something was wrong.
When the guards were still there, it would have made sense for Muriel to remain silent. But now that two of the three Aurors were fainted, and one was clearly on his side, why did Muriel still shrink back? No sound in the cell
"Muriel!"
"Dangdang—"
"Muriel?"
He didn't worry about whether the sound would reach other people's ears. While calling the girl's name into the cell, he reached out and knocked on the iron bars of the cell door twice.
I have to say that the dungeon is indeed quite dark. Just standing in the corridor and looking into the cell, it is difficult to see clearly what kind of state Muriel is squatting in the corner.
What's more, the other party's long hair has always been so messy, making it impossible for people to see her face clearly.
Fortunately, Muriel seemed to react to her shouts and knocks—at least Martin thought this should be a good sign.
"Are you okay?" He grabbed the iron fence and looked at Muriel, who slowly turned her head inside, and continued to ask, "What's wrong? Why don't you speak?"
Muriel deep in the cell did not answer Martin's question, she just shook her head slowly.
"What on earth is going on..."
Martin pushed the cell door angrily, took two steps back, and then raised his right hand that was holding the wand tightly. Then, he pointed the tip of his stick directly at the keyhole of the cell door and read clearly:
"Shattered to pieces!"
"boom!"
A burst of sparks flew, causing Martin himself to raise his arms to cover his head. But when he put his hand down to check the lock of the cell door, he found that the keyhole was almost intact, with only a small dent.
Needless to say, the cell door was obviously enchanted with protective charms, and most likely more than one.
However, Martin just shook his head slightly.
"...At least this has caused real damage, which shows that the magic above is not strong enough for me to give up and choose brute force cracking."
Having said that, Martin did not cast a more powerful spell, but took out the magic potion he had brought earlier from his arms.
The magic potion that Muriel inadvertently refined is not needed right now. What he needs right now is actually another special potion - the death potion.
Just by hearing the name of this potion, you can tell that it is undoubtedly a very terrifying potion.
In fact, this potion was still used by the Ministry of Magic in many countries, including the MACUSA, for executions decades ago - which is where its name comes from.
Speaking of which, its effect is actually very simple, it is extremely corrosive.
Judging from the previous death penalty effects, in addition to living things, even most magical and non-magical items can be easily corroded. The prisoners who were executed at the beginning were often swallowed up by the mercury-like potion, including their seats, and not even the dregs were left.
However, with the successive restrictions and even abolition of the death penalty, the use of this kind of potion, which was originally prohibited from being prepared privately, has naturally been completely banned. Only the "living hell potion" is left, which deliberately increases the difficulty of refining and reduces it to a certain extent. A degraded version of the effect for potion masters to study and study.
I don’t know where Martin got such a real bottle of death potion.
But after he took out the special potion bottle the size of his thumb, he very carefully opened the sealed bottle cap, stirred the wand in his right hand, and separated a drop of silver potion from it.
After using the floating spell to make the drop of potion float in mid-air, he hurriedly capped the bottle again and tightened it tightly, and then continued to control the potion to fall towards the keyhole of the cell door.
Then, with an inaudible sound of corrosion, the keyhole was immediately enlarged. As for the protective spell attached to the prison door, it had no effect at all.
At the end, Martin pulled the wand back, and it was only a drop of pea-sized liquid that could not even be seen to have reduced.
After he took the trouble to reopen the potion bottle, let the potion slowly fall into the mouth of the bottle, and capped the bottle again, even Martin, the user, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
As for this thing, it is estimated that few people will not be scared when they see it.
"Muriel? Come out quickly! The door has been opened for you..."
He stretched out his hand and opened the cell door, but instead of going in directly, he stood at the door and called again - he couldn't help but be careless, after all, Muriel was obviously very abnormal.
Normally, she would have talked a lot.
And just when Martin couldn't bear the silent stalemate and half-raised his wand to take a closer look, he suddenly noticed that Muriel inside suddenly turned her head.
Due to the darkness in the cell and Muriel's messy hair, Martin still couldn't see her expression clearly, but his intuition immediately told him not to go any further.
"retreat!"
An idea flashed through Martin's mind. He quickly backed out of the cell and took a sudden step to the side. And almost at the same time, Muriel in the prison jumped up quickly and rushed to where he was standing like a wild beast!
"Muriel!"
Martin felt that his mind was a little lost. He even wondered whether Muriel had been bitten by a werewolf and contracted wolfsbane.
But even though his head was in chaos, his movements were not slow at all. After discovering that the opponent was extremely fast and obviously powerful, he stood decisively and did not move. Instead, he concentrated on waving his wand.
He understood that with Muriel's speed just now, he would definitely not be able to outrun her. Only trying to use magic spells to deal with it is his best choice at the moment.
"Collapse!"
In the end, Martin held back.
Just then, a ray of fire was seen passing through the dim dungeon corridor, hitting the back of Muriel who was half-crouching at the door of the cell before she got up.
"Well?"
Muriel tilted her head as if alert, and then jumped to the side again on her hands and knees. Although she hit the open cell door a little awkwardly, she was still able to avoid it.
"There are so many obstacles—"
Martin, who can match Kingsley one-on-one, is naturally quite good at using magic spells. This obstacle spell was almost immediately followed by the release of the previous stun spell. No matter how fast the opponent was, there was no way to avoid it when it hit something and its center of gravity was unstable, so the effect of the spell was smoothly applied to her body.
For a moment, the abnormal Muriel moved slowly - although it was still much faster than when an ordinary person was hit by a barrier spell.
"All petrified!"
Martin's third spell finally hit Muriel on the shoulder, causing her whole body to stiffen. But the effect was obviously not enough to completely restrain her, forcing Martin to add another full-body restraint spell.
Seeing the frozen Muriel slowly falling to the ground under the effect of the barrier spell, Martin frowned and lowered the spell slightly.
Then, he froze.
"Is it some kind of curse? Or werewolf poison? Or..." Martin muttered to himself, his face full of annoyance and confusion, "Why would the Ministry of Magic do this?"
As soon as he said these words, he shook his head again.
"It shouldn't be... The Ministry of Magic has no reason to do this. No, not just the Ministry of Magic, but no one has any reason to do this to Muriel!"
Although his heart was already filled with anger, Martin could still barely control his emotions. Because he knew that he had to analyze the reasons - even if it was just for Muriel.
Unfortunately, the more he thought about it, the more clueless he felt - you know, this is Muriel! It’s the lonely girl Muriel who has been alone since she was a student and rarely interacts with outsiders!
Martin simply couldn't imagine who made her look like this.
After a while, he couldn't help but shook his head slightly, forcing down the disturbing emotions in his heart.
"In short, we have to take her out of here first... If this rescue goes wrong, I'm afraid even he himself may not be able to escape, let alone find out why Muriel became like this."
Martin hurried over, helped the motionless Muriel up, and then took out another normal-sized potion bottle from his arms.
This time, what he took out was the potion that Muriel had refined due to an accident—even if the only ones in the whole world were the few bottles in his arms.