harry potter book of crimes

No one, not one.

As the door slowly closed behind Maka, the faint noise of people coming from Diagon Alley was also isolated from the outside.

This shop, which was already a little dark because there were no windows, suddenly became even more eerie.

After entering, 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 Pansy in front of her covering her mouth and retching for a while, 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.

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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 in the corner. The stench in the store was 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 living habit, Maka is more willing to believe that Muriel has a

There is a certain purpose and no choice but to let your home stink.

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 jar.

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 a trace of imperceptible magic fluctuations.

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 you just smelled the water tank and looked at it, it would be difficult for ordinary people to imagine that the sack contained a unicorn, which is 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 at Hogwarts - Voldemort possessed Quirrell, hunted the unicorn, and drank its silver blood, ferocious and terrifying.

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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 took a look into the tank again.

Let the pure unicorn rot, let the filth contaminate 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?

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 was also called "natural elixir of immortality" by 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 someone in Knockturn Alley outside the house stopping at the door. This forced him to put aside his thoughts temporarily and stood by the water tank and turned around slightly.

"Click——"

Immediately, the door handle turned slightly, causing the lock spring to make a sound, and then the door slowly opened. Pansy, who was leaning on the shelf near the door, heard this and quickly stood up and hurried into the house.

I took several steps back.

"Well, are you here yet, Miss Parkinson?"

It seems that in the battle with Kingsley, the latter caused some irreparable injuries to him, so that Martin is always hunched over.

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 deeply, 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 magic 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 fatigue 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 originate from pain, it is no less than the Cruciatus Curse.

But the good thing is that although this room is full of stench, there is no dirt on the floor. Compared with the oily black floor of the Pig's Head Bar where dirt has been stepped on, 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 a demonstration.

As expected, Martin waved his staff again shortly after, giving Pansy a chance to breathe. And while Pansy 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 dungeon of the Ministry of Magic? Not only that, after leaving the Ministry of Magic, you went back directly

He left Hogwarts and never even had any contact with me again!"

Having said this, he suddenly sneered.

"Hmph, what are you saying that MacLean doubts you... If you want me to see it, you don't dare to come to me at all because you know that I must have seen through your disguise and deception, right? Huh? I'm right -

The spy sent by McClane?"

"No, how could this-"

Pansy managed to hold up her upper body, but 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... Humph, that's just a bunch of jokes!"

When he thought about 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" is worthless in his opinion.

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 almost make the other party die tragically on the spot at any time.

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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

I will give you the third and last step of the magic ritual, giving you 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 want! 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, it seemed that there was no need to pretend to be ignorant at this time.

When Pan Xi heard this, she immediately said loudly:

"In the current Ministry of Magic, even an invisible beast can't get into it. How could I possibly bring Muriel out? And Mr. Martin, maybe you don't know that Muriel stayed in the dungeon voluntarily at that time——

There is a powerful protective spell on the dungeon 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. So 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.

Will suffice.

But Pansy seems to think that lies that are both true and false are 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 voluntarily stayed in the dungeon? 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, although it's ridiculous, it's not necessarily nonsense...? Damn it!" (To be continued)