harry potter book of crimes

"Miss Parkinson, can I ask you a question?"

"Ah! Of course, Professor MacLean, please feel free to ask, and I will tell you whatever I know."

Although it was unclear why Maka was so serious all of a sudden, Pansy didn't hesitate much and said that she knew everything.

However, Maka's expression still showed a sense of heaviness and helplessness.

"Okay, then please tell me...why did you use 'her' when you mentioned your mother's potion master friend to Martin?"

"Uh... because she is indeed a lady?" Pansy was saying, suddenly stunned, and then said with some understanding, "Professor Maclean, are you planning to..."

"Stop! Don't say any more!"

Maka suddenly raised her hand and stopped her decisively:

"Let me think about who should accompany you there... Well, let me think about it..."

In fact, the answer is already obvious. If he doesn't go by himself, it seems that he can only ask the windbreaker wizard. Because the other party has never revealed his true appearance, as long as he changes his clothes and changes his voice, naturally there will be no one

It was discovered that she was actually the mysterious witch who had been following Maka all these days.

Of course, this must be done with her consent.

"Anyway, come to the kitchen with me! I have a good candidate. If she can agree to help, it won't be much different than me going."

As for the ability of the windbreaker wizard, Maka is undoubtedly quite certain, and is even not inferior to him in some aspects.

When Maka and Pansy returned to the outside of the kitchen, everyone was happily eating a soft-clawed land shrimp. It was obvious that these friends had completely adapted to some psychological discomfort and were happily eating it.

I tasted the strange delicacies carefully cooked by Maca.

"Don't worry, you continue to eat! Miss Parkinson has something else to do, so you don't have to leave it for her." Maka waved her hand and then said to the windbreaker wizard sitting in the back, "I want to ask you to give me a favor.

Can you go out with Miss Parkinson to do something?"

"What's up?"

When the windbreaker wizard heard this, he was startled for a moment, then quickly put down the food in his hand, wiped his hands and walked towards the door.

Maka immediately explained to her:

"Remember the Martin I mentioned? The one who called himself Helbo's apprentice... something happened to his companion, and he needed a therapist or a potion master to treat him, and... because of Miss Parkinson's suggestion

You can find one of her mother's best friends, so I think it's best to be a woman."

"Just therapy?"

The windbreaker wizard nodded slightly, but did not agree immediately.

In fact, because she seemed to have been worried in the past few days, Maka didn't know whether she would accept it this time.

And if she refuses, Maka will probably have no choice but to go on a trip alone, even if he really doesn't want to disguise himself as a witch and go out to meet people.

That kind of subtle feeling makes me feel awkward just thinking about it!

Fortunately, Maka didn't expect that the other party didn't hesitate for long, and soon he accepted Maka's request as if he had realized something.

"I see."

The windbreaker wizard agreed first, and then subconsciously asked:

"If I remember correctly...Mr. Maclean, that friend of Martin's has been imprisoned in the dungeons of the Ministry of Magic recently, right?"

"Sure enough, have you noticed it too?" Maka nodded slightly, "Of course you have thought of it, so I won't say more about this part... After you go there, remember to pay more attention to see if it is related to that matter.

related."

Listening to the conversation between Maka and the windbreaker wizard, Pansy couldn't help but feel confused. In fact, she was not the only one, including Hermione and others sitting at the dining table, who were also confused.

Apparently, this is something only Maka and the windbreaker wizard know about?

However, just when Hermione and the others were silently expecting Pansy, the person involved, to ask on their behalf, Pansy, who was slightly puzzled, had no intention of asking at all.

It must be said that Pansy and Hermione are different from each other. They are always a Slytherin. When facing Maka, she has always been habitual to maintain a sense of proportion to avoid annoying the other party by asking for details.

Because she now roughly understands that if there are things that Maka is willing to say, she will naturally remember to tell her. But if the other party feels that there is no need to say it, then it may not make much sense for her to ask.

"Then...Professor MacLean, shall we leave now?"

"Well, okay!" Maka nodded towards Pansy, "After this matter is over, I think you can follow Martin to learn more about Haierbo... Remember not to be too nervous, because I

I think it’s probably not possible for you to meet Haierbo directly yet!”

Having said this, he turned to the windbreaker wizard again and said:

"I'll trouble you to take a trip this time."

"No, it's nothing."

The other party shook her head slowly, then turned back decisively to follow Pansy. As she walked towards the door, she whispered to Pansy that she needed to change her clothes.

But just when she reached the kitchen door and was about to step out, she suddenly looked back.

At the moment, Maka has turned to talk to Hermione and the others, seeming to let them do their own thing in peace, not to listen to anything and want to understand it, or even participate in it.

The windbreaker wizard looked at Maka's back inexplicably a few more times. There was a hint of complexity in his eyes, as if he had a lot to say but couldn't say it out at all.

When Maka seemed to realize something and turned around to look again, she only saw the corner of the windbreaker disappearing in the doorway.

"Um?"

Through the magic induction, he could naturally detect that the other party stayed at the door for a moment, but the fluctuation of magic power did not tell him the reason for the pause.

Shaking her head slightly, Maka stopped thinking and concentrated on dealing with the delicious lunch in front of her with Hermione, Luna and a group of other friends.

…

"Ms. Parkinson, please wait here for a moment while I go change my clothes."

Near the corridor leading to the auxiliary castle behind the foyer of the castle, the windbreaker wizard asked Pansy to wait where she was, and then she left temporarily.

However, Pansy felt that she couldn't just stand there now. Because as long as she stopped like this, she would feel a little inexplicably flustered.

Now, after a lot of hard work, she finally gained some of Martin's trust. However, as she got closer to Martin step by step, her inner uneasiness gradually increased.

Just like what Maka said just now, it seems that he will soon be able to get in touch with things about the ancient dark wizard.

What should I do? Can I do it? What should I do if the other party finds out?

When she thought of this, she couldn't help but feel a little scared. To be honest, her life was still very long, and she didn't want to die at all!

"Oh! Stop spinning around there, I'm a little dizzy!"

Suddenly, in a portrait hanging on the wall of the corridor, the old witch said something, which suddenly startled Pansy.

"I'm sorry...for disturbing your lunch break, Ms. Dormer."

Pansy apologized quickly, then turned around and walked near a landscape painting and continued pacing on the spot.

She knew that these were always things she had to do. Instead of worrying here alone, she might as well adjust her mood and face the challenges in a more relaxed state.

But it is a pity that a person's mood is not so easy to adjust.

"Ms. Parkinson, we can go."

When Pansy heard the sound, she was stunned.

She knew that the only one who could say this was the mysterious windbreaker wizard. But the voice that came from behind her now no longer had the hoarseness and harshness before, but instead became surprisingly pleasant to the ear.

Is it because of the huge contrast with the previous sound?

Although everyone actually knows that that scary voice is just a small disguise of the other party, but her real voice is too nice, right?

However, when Pansy put aside her inner troubles and looked back with the idea of ​​finally seeing her true appearance, she was still disappointed.

The other party had indeed changed out of his windbreaker and wide-brimmed hat, but his current outfit was no better than before. Especially the hood on the outer robe, which completely covered the other party's face.

In the shadow, her appearance was even more unclear.

"This..." Pansy said hesitantly, "Will it make Martin doubt your identity?"

Unexpectedly, the other party immediately shook his head and said casually:

"Don't worry, I can take off the hood if necessary... Of course, if you can't hide it with magic, it's best not to use it, so if you can just get away with it... I won't take it off."

"okay!"

After Pansy heard this, she had no choice but to stop worrying about these and said instead:

"Then please! I'll trouble you this time...Martin and Muriel are waiting in the black market now, and...he only allows me and the potion master to go there. However, he also knows that it is not easy to invite.

To the potion master, I specifically pointed out that there is a generous reward..."

Pansy walked beside the other party, taking advantage of the time away from the school to carefully tell the other party the situation, so that he could answer all questions and avoid revealing the truth.

Not long after, after the two of them walked out of the gate of Hogwarts, following two different degrees of spatial distortion, they both moved to a certain bank of the Thames River in London.

However, just when Pansy was about to walk towards the entrance of the new black market opened by the Dark Spirit Pavilion goblin, she suddenly felt the sleeve of her robe being pulled.

"Miss Parkinson, please wait a moment."

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