Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The door to the main hall was finally opened, but only the mother could come out of it.

"What about Professor McLean?"

As soon as the door opened, Vanessa was hurriedly stopped by her daughter.

"Huh?" She was forced to stop and glanced at Pansy. "Don't block the way, I have something urgent to do ... Mr. McLean just left and went to your father."

After speaking casually, Mrs. Parkinson reached out and set Pansy aside, and quickly walked towards the side door of the front hall.

Seeing this, Panxi quickly caught up again and walked beside her mother and said:

"Go and find your father? Why ... ah! Is it because he wants to borrow something in his father's hands?"

When Vanessa heard her, she looked at her daughter again.

"McLean told you?"

"Uh, no ... he said he didn't want too many people to know, so he didn't tell me anything specific--"

Before Pansy said this, she saw Vanessa immediately wave her hand and interrupted:

"Really? Since he doesn't want to tell you, then don't ask ... well, you have to say, you're doing well, this time it's a small chance for our Parkinson's family. But very Obviously, he is far from taking you as his own, so you need to work harder ... do you understand? "

These words, in fact, can be regarded as praise in Vanessa's mouth, but the last sentence, but coincidentally stamped a place where Panxi cares most now.

Yes! Can she now be regarded as Maca's "own person"?

"But ... he said everything, even if they switched to Granger and Potter?"

"Is it really the same?" Vanessa shook her head. "That mud species ... and that useless savior, I know both of them. Think about it, but they have been with each other since the beginning. Then McLean is as good as you just got together? "

After a moment, she turned a corner along the corner of the corridor before continuing:

"Panxi, do n’t think about these useless anymore. At this time, think about how to further please McLean! I also do n’t want you to associate with him, because it ’s your capital. No ... you just have to be a student he trusts as much as possible for our Parkinson family! "

"Well, it's better to make a few more cost-effective deals like today--"

Having said that, Vanessa and Pansy mother and daughter also just came to the end along the corridor. The former took out his magic wand and gently stroked the door a few times.

The next moment, I saw the tightly closed door slowly opening, revealing a passage to the ground.

"... Mother," said Pansy, who was about to go down when she saw Vanessa. "Here you are so eager to come to the vault at home? What is Professor McLean asking for ... not his father?" Over there? "

"Did I say that?" Vanessa said without turning her head, and went down. "I just said that your Professor McLean just went to your father, but didn't say what he wanted. over there."

"what?"

Although Pansy wanted to continue her inquiry, Mrs. Parkinson had already gone deep into the passage. And this underground vault in the family, she was never allowed to go in and out.

After all, she was always the daughter of Parkinson's family, and sooner or later she would be married out to bear the family name of her future husband. By then, unless the male heirs at home are dead, otherwise, the most precious family property below will have nothing to do with her.

"What's your mother's idea?"

Pansy looked at the slightly dim passage, and she couldn't help worrying-no matter what her mother was about to do, she was worried whether this would annoy Professor McLean.

In fact, she didn't know yet that they didn't have anything at home for Maca. Her mother was going to get it from someone else's hand!

...

To be honest, not only Pansy, but even Maca did not expect that Mrs. Parkinson would go around in such a large circle with herself.

Right now, while Pan Xi was silently waiting at the entrance to his underground vault, he had already gone to the Ministry's atrium again.

"Do you know where Mr. Parkinson is?"

"Parkinson? Which Parkinson?"

Maca called several people beside the fountain in the atrium, but those people were all blank. However, because he was holding Maca McLean, he did not impatiently say that he didn't know, but was still desperately remembering which head in the ministry was Parkinson.

It must be said that as the current owner of the Parkinson family, this father of Pansy is probably the worst mixed owner among the twenty-eight sacred families. Today, it is estimated that even the youngest owner of the Lombard family is more famous than Mr. Parkinson.

But Maca still remembered Mr. Parkinson's position. When he saw it, he thought for a moment and quickly said:

"It's the deputy head of the ghost office, remember? I just went to his office, but the floor was almost empty ... Does anyone know where he might be?"

Maca glanced at them one by one, and when he was going to ask another person to see him, he saw a thin male wizard in the middle who seemed to be quite aloof:

"Oh! It's that guy ... I think about it, I think about it ... Yes, I seem to see him occasionally in the archives department of the Wonderful Biological Control Division!"

"Really?" Maca nodded. "Then I'll check it out ... thanks."

The man watched Maca leave in a hurry, first hesitated, but then he happily told a few colleagues as if he had won the prize:

"Have you heard that? Mr. McLean thanked me! Oh, Merlin's beard ... That Maca McLean told me 'thank you' ..."

When another colleague saw his mouth crooked, he glared at him:

"Since he's so excited to thank him, why don't you go out and help him fight against the black wizard? In case you're sacrificed, your Mr. McLean might even bow to you!"

As a matter of fact, they heard this short conversation of Makamaka, but now he doesn't even have the pain of a bitter smile, so he simply ignores it.

When he waited, he took the magic elevator to the fourth floor. The elevator door just opened, and he smelled a strong smell of existence in the air.

That's right, he smelled it when he first came up.

It stands to reason that although it is the Department of Wonderful Biological Management and Control, it is just an office. However, it is inevitable that there will be magical animals in and out here. Over time, this odor will become more difficult to remove.

He took two steps along the corridor, and after a while, passed the ghost office where he had previously entered, and kept walking to the end of the corridor.

He glanced at the sign nailed to the wall at will, and he waved his backhand immediately, and the door of the archive room suddenly opened.

"Mr. Parkinson? Are you here? Parkin--"

As soon as he shouted, Maca saw a head poking out from behind a row of file shelves, holding her glasses and glancing at him.

"Um ... yes! Here! What's wrong with me?"

"Oh, hello, my name is Makar McLean," Makar immediately stepped forward and shook hands with him. "In fact, I just visited your house and talked to your wife for a moment. ——I would like to ask your Parkinson family to borrow something. Your wife said it might be in the vault in Gringotts, so I plan to **** you to find it. If I can find it, I can rent it or buy it ... This is a text message your wife wrote to you. "

"Guring Court ... is it?"

Mr. Parkinson carefully took the envelope from Maka ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ first pushed down his glasses, followed by pulling out the stationery and looking down.

Opposite him, Maca looked at the middle-aged witch who was exquisitely dressed and even handsome, but behaved in a daunting manner, and could not help but secretly wonder.

Is this really the current owner of the Parkinson's?

There is no doubt that this is a huge gap from the owner of any family he has ever seen. Not to mention the momentum of being the master of the house, it seems that even the average man should lack the spirit.

While Maca secretly hesitated, he saw the other person whispered in his mouth while looking at the letter:

"Vanessa is really ... what's in the vault, isn't she the clearest? There will be an unrecognizable day ... Um? What? Time and time converter? We still have this at home Something? "

Upon hearing that, Maca frowned slightly.