? A man's dungeon is undoubtedly full of loneliness.

After Pansy hurriedly left with Illy, Muriel was left alone in the Ministry's dungeon.

Although there have been two more on-duty watchmen and two patrol officers in the corridor outside the cell since then, Muriel was unable to chat with them after all.

Fortunately, she was not a girl afraid of loneliness since she was a child.

Muriel has lost her mother since the day she was born. I once heard my father say that it was a very rare dystocia in the magic world. Although I invited the therapist of St. Mungo to the house in time, it was ultimately useless.

Of course, because his mother was too early, Muriel didn't feel much about it. I have to say it, that is, when I was a kid, I envied other children to spend Christmas together in a family of three, right?

The first time that Muriel was really sad was tears, when his father died unexpectedly when he was still in the third grade at Hogwarts.

It was a work accident. The father of the potionist had accumulated tiredness due to long hours of work. As a result, he had mistaken the direction of stirring the crucible. Due to the sudden decomposition of some components of the medicinal solution, a violent explosion involving more than half of the potion preparation was caused.

The flame, which was difficult to extinguish, devoured him, along with three other colleagues, and two domestic elves, and burned only a few piles of strangely crisp white bones.

I heard that Muggle funerals have become popular. This time, the dad who has always been unable to keep up with the trend, finally rushed back to the fashion.

Thinking of this, Muriel's nose was a little sore.

And probably from the day when Dad left, Muriel started to fight with potions. She returned to Hogwarts shortly after the end of her father's funeral, and plunged into the school's vast library of books.

Serious study, good talents, and diligent self-study as if desperate, the actual level of the upper limit of the potion exam score is over.

However, Muriel who left Hogwarts did not stop her training in potions.

After returning to her home in Tipping Lane, she immersed herself in research and study until her parents' legacy was exhausted.

It must be said that the research on potions is indeed a very expensive one. Even though Muriel's family has been a potionist for several generations, her grandfather made a lot of Jingalong because of the development of several new potions, but she still can't afford Muriel's continuous consumption for years.

But, of course, Muriel, who has already achieved something, doesn't have to be difficult to get money. Just running an inconspicuous potion material store in Tipping Lane, and by the way selling some elaborate potions, gave her enough Jin Jialong to continue her research.

But until now, no one seemed to know what she was doing so desperately.

Until one day, when a male wizard named Martin was introduced by a regular customer and bought some not-so-special potions. This man suddenly broke into Muriel's personal world built with high walls.

That was the first time Muriel discovered that a man who was no different at all was with him from time to time, and it was actually good!

And one day after meeting Martin, when both were sitting in the corner of the potion preparation room for a simple dinner, Muriel first expressed the wish in her heart to someone other than herself. .

"I want to work out a potion that will bring a person back to life-a potion that‘ even if a person has long been reduced to ashes, he can still be resurrected! '”

Since ancient times, many people have longed for eternal life, and many people have longed for resurrection.

But is this possible?

To be honest, instead of believing that he can resurrect others, Martin himself actually believes that there is eternal life in this world. At least, everyone has a Nicole LeMay in front of them, right?

But even if he didn't believe it, he didn't say a word of persuasion to Muriel.

Maybe it was Martin's wordless support. Muriel, who had always been alone, acquiesced in his existence and even gradually trusted him.

Muriel remembered that whenever he had any difficulties, Martin was always the first and only one to come to help himself in time.

She also remembers that Martin was also the only one who had not secretly frowned because of the stench in the room after entering her house.

That's right, in fact, Muriel knows the bad smell in her own house. Only because of some research needs, she couldn't clean up the terrible stench and left it alone.

Fortunately, at least one other Martin did not hate it and even willingly sat there often.

Muriel is not afraid of loneliness, but probably few people will like loneliness ... if she can choose, she would prefer someone to accompany herself occasionally when she is not busy, even if she just chats for a while.

But now, there is no Martin in this dungeon, and she is left alone.

"Kala!"

That strange sound again, if it sounds like it stops and stops, you can barely hear it only after it has calmed down.

Sitting in the corner by the door, Muriel reached out and picked up a dry straw from the ground, twisted a little boringly and knotted it, and threw it in the direction where she heard the sound coming.

With the exception of the prison door, the cell was closed in three other directions, with no windows. Therefore, the straw knot she threw at most could be thrown on the wall, but the voice apparently came from the multi-person cell next door.

Muriel hummed meaninglessly, intending to continue a nap against the wall ... I hope that this time, don't dream about my father! After all, until now, there is no potion with a resurrection effect, and she can't make herself cheeky to accept her father's care.

But unfortunately, she may not even have the chance to fall asleep next.

"Well!"

The moment Muriel closed her eyes slightly, a shadow suddenly appeared in the corner opposite the cell, heading over her and covering her face.

"what sound?"

The Auror in charge of guarding outside turned around and looked around, but only saw Muriel lower her head slightly, and her greasy and messy long hair covered her face, making it hard to even see that she was The dream is awake.

"Maybe nightmares!"

The colleague standing on the other side also glanced back, then shook his head.

"I've seen it just once, and she was dozing off."

"is it?"

The Auror who spoke first nodded, but still not quite assured-now is a special time, the minister has given a death order, and there must be no accidents.

Although they, the Aurors, always feel that this minister is a bit unreliable, it is not a bad thing to be careful about what they have to say.

"Dang Dang—"

As he thought about it, he reached out and knocked on the iron bar of the door, letting the sound of thumping metal gradually echo in the dungeon.

"Are you awake?"

Before the words fell, he saw Muriel lifted his head in the cell, and black eyes were exposed between the slits of long hair.

"Isn't this awake?"

"You'll be awoken by someone's ears like this, and you will wake up!" The colleague next to him couldn't help but uttered a word.

He glanced helplessly at the other side, and then looked at Muriel in jail again.

"What did you do just now?"

It can be seen that Muriel's eyes at this time seem to have some abnormal sluggishness. But with her burping hair covering most of her face, she couldn't see her expression clearly.

After hearing the Auror's harsh question, Muriel shook her head slightly. Although she shook her head a little, but at such a close distance, both Aurors saw it.

Although Muriel didn't answer directly, but the Auror did not seem to see anything unusual at that time, so she didn't ask any more.

Maybe it's like my colleague just said, just a sleepy nightmare!

However, when the two Aurors outside the prison both turned around and stood on both sides of the prison door to continue fighting against drowsiness, they did not see Muriel's eyeballs gradually occupied by black. In the end, even with white eyes, it turned into a deep and hollow black.

After a moment, Muriel, who was silent, finally closed her eyes slowly again, leaving only a touch of coldness in the corner of her mouth.

...

The changes in the Ministry's dungeon are unknown for the time being, let alone where the shadow that hit Muriel came from.

At about the same time, Pansy of Hogwarts was already with Draco and hurried to the latter's home after asking for leave.

This time, after hearing the approval of Maca, the two snap snaps were very easy to approve, and he didn't even care if another Draco was asked for leave.

In Snape's view, this kind of shattering has nothing to do with him anyway ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ As long as Maca doesn't run to look at him with a slap to ask for anything, he won't care, and doesn't want to care because now he only I hope I can live peacefully and quietly as a professor of black magic defense.

Like those annoying schemes, he's had enough.

To be honest, today's Pansy actually has an idea similar to Snape. It's a pity that she is not out of the game like Snape, and she is far from qualified to turn a blind eye to everything.

"Draco, your family ... is it not the same as before?"

Before attending Hogwarts, the young Pansy had visited the Malfoy house with her parents-she still vaguely remembered that the courtyard of this mansion had a beautiful and distinguished white peacock of.

But now, it seems that many places have changed ... It has become more vibrant than before, full of flowers and greenery.

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