Chapter 1165

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

"Ah! Of course - Professor McLean, please feel free to ask. I'll tell you everything I know."

Although it was not clear why Maka was suddenly so serious, pansy did not hesitate too much, even if he said he must know everything.

However, Maka's expression is still heavy and helpless.

"Well, please tell me... Why did you use 'she' when you mentioned your mother's Potion friend to Martin?"

"Er... Because she is really a lady?" pansy was saying, suddenly stunned, and then seemed to have some insight, "Professor McLean, are you going to --"

"Stop! Stop talking!"

Maka suddenly raised her hand and stopped decisively:

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

In fact, the answer is obvious. If he doesn't go by himself, it seems that he can only ask the windbreaker wizard. Just because the other party has never revealed her true face, as long as she changes her clothes and changes her voice, naturally no one will find that she is the mysterious witch who has been following Maka these days.

Of course, this must be approved by herself.

"Come to the kitchen with me anyway! I have a good candidate - if she can promise to help, it won't be much different from me."

As for the ability of windbreaker wizard, Maka is undoubtedly quite certain, even no less than himself in some aspects.

When Maka returned to the outside of the kitchen with pansy, everyone was eating happily with a soft clawed land shrimp. Obviously, these little friends have completely adapted to some psychological discomfort and happily tasted the strange food carefully cooked by Maka.

"Don't worry, you keep eating! Miss Parkinson has something else to do, so you don't have to keep it for her." Marca waved her hand and then said to the windbreaker wizard sitting in the innermost part, "I want to ask you one thing - can you go out with Miss Parkinson?"

"What's up?"

The windbreaker wizard was stunned when he heard the speech, and then quickly put down the food in his hand and came to the door while wiping his hands.

Maka immediately explained to her:

"Remember the Martin I mentioned? The one who called himself halber apprentice... His companion had something wrong and needed a therapist or potions for each other's treatment, and... Since Miss Parkinson suggested that she could find one of her mother's best friends, I think it's best to be a woman."

"Just treatment?"

The windbreaker nodded gently, but he didn't promise immediately.

In fact, because she seems to have something on her mind in recent days, Maka doesn't know whether she will deal with it this time.

If she refused, Maka would probably have to go by herself - even if he really didn't want to go out and meet people disguised as a witch.

That kind of subtle feeling, it's awkward to think about it!

Fortunately, however, Maka didn't expect that the other party didn't hesitate for long. After a while, she seemed to realize something and accepted Maka's request.

"I see."

The windbreaker first agreed, and then asked subconsciously:

"If I remember correctly... Mr. McLean, Martin's friend has been locked up in the dungeon of the Ministry of magic lately?"

"Sure enough, did you notice it?" Marca nodded slightly. "But you thought of it. I won't say much about this part... Remember to pay more attention to it after you go to see if it is related to that thing."

Listening to the dialogue between Maka and the windbreaker, pansy couldn't help feeling a burst of doubt. In fact, it was not just her, including Hermione and others sitting at the table.

It seems that this is something that only Maka and windbreaker wizards know?

However, just as Hermione and her colleagues were silently expecting pansy to ask a question instead of everyone, pansy, who was a little puzzled, didn't mean to ask at all.

It must be said that pansy and Hermione are different. They are always a Slytherin. In the face of Marca, she has been habitually keeping a sense of propriety to avoid getting bored by asking questions.

Because now she has generally understood that if Maka is willing to say something, she will naturally remember to tell herself. If the other party doesn't think it's necessary to say, it may not make much sense even if she asks.

"So... Professor McLean, shall we go first?"

"Well, good!" Maka nodded at pansy. "After this is over, I think you can follow Martin to get more information about Haier bo... Remember not to be too nervous, because I think you probably don't have the possibility to meet Haier Bo directly!"

At this point, he turned to the windbreaker and said:

"I'll trouble you to go this time."

"No, it's nothing."

The other party shook his head slowly, and then resolutely turned back to keep up with pansy's footsteps. As she walked to the door, she whispered to pansy that she needed to change her clothes.

But when she came to the kitchen door and was about to step out, she suddenly turned back.

At present, Maka has turned to talk to Hermione and them, as if she is reassuring them to do their own things. Don't hear anything. She wants to understand and even participate in it.

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

When Maka seemed to feel it and looked back again, she only saw the corner of the windbreaker passing away at the door opening.

"Huh?"

In the magic induction, he can naturally detect that the other party stops at the door for a moment, but the magic wave will not tell him what the other party's pause is for.

She shook her head slightly, and Maka stopped thinking about it. She focused on dealing with this delicious lunch with a group of friends such as Hermione and Luna.

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"Miss Parkinson, wait here for a moment. I'll change my clothes."

Near the corridor leading to the sub Castle behind the castle entrance hall, the windbreaker asked pansy to wait in place, and then she left temporarily.

But pansy felt he couldn't just stand there now. Because as soon as she stopped, she would feel some inexplicable panic.

Now, after a lot of efforts, he has finally gained some of Martin's trust. However, as she went deeper and deeper on Martin's side, her anxiety was gradually increasing.

As Maka said just now, she seems to be able to get in touch with the ancient black wizard soon.

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

At the thought of this, she couldn't help but be afraid - to be honest, her life is still very long, and she doesn't want to die at all!

"Oh! Don't go around there. I'm a little dizzy!"

Cold, in a portrait hanging on the corridor wall, the old witch said a word and suddenly startled pansy.

"I'm sorry to disturb your lunch break, Ms. domore."

Pansy quickly apologized, then turned and walked near a landscape painting and continued to pace in place.

She knows that these are always her own things to do. Instead of being worried here alone, it's better to adjust your mood and meet the challenge with a more relaxed state.

Unfortunately, a person's mood is not so easy to adjust.

"Miss Parkinson, we can go."

Panxi was stunned when he heard the sound.

She knew that the only one who would say this was the mysterious windbreaker wizard. But now the voice that sounded from behind her no longer had the previous husky and harsh sound, but became surprisingly pleasant.

Is it because there is a huge contrast with the previous voice?

Although we all know that the terrible voice is just a small disguise for each other, is her real voice too good to hear?

However, when pansy threw away the annoyance of happiness and looked back with the idea of finally seeing the real face, she was still disappointed.

The other party did change the windbreaker and wide brimmed hat, but now it's no better than before. In particular, the hood on the robe hides all the other party's faces in the shadow, which makes people unable to see her face clearly.

"This..." pansy hesitated. "Will Martin doubt your identity?"

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

"Don't worry, I can take off my hood if necessary... Of course, if I can hide it without magic, I'd better not use it, so if I can muddle through like this... I won't take it off."

"Well... OK!"

When pansy heard this, he had to stop worrying about it and said:

"Please! I'm sorry to bother you this time... Martin and Muriel are waiting in the black market now, and... He only allows me and the magician to go there. However, he also knows that it's not easy to invite the magician, so he specially pointed out that there are rich rewards..."

Pansy walked beside each other and carefully told each other the situation when she left the school, so that she could answer all questions and avoid revealing her secrets.

Not long after they walked out of Hogwarts, with two different degrees of space distortion, they both moved to the Bank of the Thames River in London.

However, when pansy planned to go to the new black market entrance opened by the dark spirit Pavilion goblins, she suddenly felt that her robe sleeve was pulled.

"Miss Parkinson, please wait a minute."