Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Well."

At the door of a slightly dated house, Mrs. Parkinson slammed the closed door. After a while, a slight footsteps were heard in the room, and the door opened slightly.

Then, I saw a thin girl who looked timidly looking out the door.

"Is Mr. Knott here? I'm Vanessa Parkinson, and I have something to discuss with him."

The girl looked at the elegantly dressed Vanessa in the doorway, and hesitated, before whispering:

"Sorry ... the owner hasn't seen guests for more than a year."

"Huh?" Vanessa heard, raising her eyebrows immediately. "See if it's Nott's business, who are you? Can it be your turn to decide for him?"

"Ah ... sorry, sorry."

The girl was scolded by her, so she apologized and narrowed her neck.

"I see. I'll go and ask the owner ... please, please wait."

With that said, the girl was probably frightened a little, and closed the door with a bang.

"Well."

Vanessa looked at the heavy, closed door, and couldn't help patting her tongue slightly, her eyes showing a little discomfort.

"If it wasn't for McLean's kindness, I wouldn't even come to this broken place!"

So muttering, Vanessa glanced impatiently at the house-the mossy brick wall, and the front yard lawn and flower beds that were not taken care of at a glance. How downcast.

However, Mr. Nanoot, like her Parkinson's, belongs to one of the sacred twenty-eight families, and even the original "Purebred List" was from Mr. Knott's father.

It's really sad that a pure-blooded family is in this state today.

After a few moments, the door of the Knott's house slowly opened again, and then Vanessa saw the little girl who had owed her respectfully before him.

"Mrs. Parkinson, please come in—"

"Humph."

Vanessa didn't even look at her, but just snorted and went straight inside. Seeing this, the girl quickly hurried after closing the door.

"Mrs. Parkinson, please go this way ... the owner is waiting for you in the living room."

In fact, it is no wonder that Vanessa looks down on this place, because this house is really far from her Parkinson's house. As a matter of fact, this is not a family house inherited from the Knott family. The original manor had already been sold.

There were few steps in total, and soon Vanessa was led by the little girl into the living room. Then she saw a tall, but thin figure standing by the window and waiting.

Hearing the footsteps behind him had reached the living room, Mr. Knott turned back and nodded slightly in the direction of Mrs. Parkinson.

"My wife is very rare to come to visit my Nott's house. I am very honored ... My daughter was afraid of giving birth, she may have been neglecting his wife, and please forgive her."

Mr. Knott said, reaching out to the sofa in the middle of the living room:

"Sit down ... Joy, go and make tea for Madame."

"Don't need dim sum," Vanessa sat down politely on the sofa, said quietly, "Nott ... Speaking of which, we are also old classmates ... You are the same age as my husband, and I am one year older Talking about your family history, you and our Parkinson's family are not too bad ... I don't think you need to be too polite. "

"How can this be," Mr. Knott smiled slightly reluctantly, "Madam, actually ... what's the matter with you here, let's just talk!"

As he spoke, he also took a seat not far away, but his expressions seemed a little ... how do you say? air of gloominess?

To be honest, although Vanessa was a bit disdainful of this Nott, she understood why the other party was so weak.

I think that more than ten years ago, Knott was quite spirited. Because at that time, like Lucius of the Malfoy family, he was one of the few Death Eaters who followed Voldemort as the owner of the pure blood family.

However, after Voldemort's defeat and the Death Eater's power fell apart, many Death Eaters were captured and imprisoned in Azkaban.

Yes, he is not as lucky as Lucius.

For so many years, he has been imprisoned in Azkaban, savoring the sense of despair forever losing happiness. It wasn't until Makar went to Azkaban that he was taken out together and freed from that terrible prison.

Because of the escape from Azkaban and Voldemort's comeback, Nott thought he could follow Voldemort's steps as he did. And this time, he even made up his mind to let the Nott family come out of the endless peril.

But who knows, before he had time to cast his fists, Voldemort lost again!

As a Death Eater, after Voldemort's death in Hogwarts' vestibule, he immediately retreated to his own downcast home. He was trembling every day, for fear that someone from the Order of the Phoenix or the Ministry of Magic would run to take him away, and then put him in the never-ending Azkaban again to accompany the Dementors.

However, no one has come to him for more than a year ... as if everyone had forgotten it. In this sense, he could not say whether it should be fortunate or sad.

When Notre asked for a moment, and then went silent, Vanessa quickly said:

"Well, since you don't seem to need useless greetings, that's fine. After all, I don't have much time to turn around. In fact, I came to ask you for something."

After a short meal, she continued:

"I remember when Voldemort was trying to control the Ministry of Magic, he sent you to the Prophecy Hall of the Department of Mystery to find a prophecy ball, didn't he?"

"Well?"

Nott hesitated slightly after hearing that, then nodded slightly.

"Yes, a prophecy about Voldemort's fate ... what happened?"

"As far as I know, if you go to the prophecy hall, you must pass through the time hall," Vanessa said. "Have you ever taken a 'time converter' there?"

"Time converter?" Knott shook his head immediately. "Although the thing is cherished, it has no use value and is not convenient to shoot ... What do I want it to do?"

"You didn't take it?" Vanessa frowned suddenly, but quickly said, "Except for you? Has anyone taken it with you?"

"Do you want a time converter?" Knott recalled, and said it after a while, "Well, Voldemort said at the time that he could bring a" souvenir "... I didn't see it, but there might be someone Go get it. "

"Really?" Vanessa listened, even when her eyes lighted up, "Who were the people who went at the time? Tell me about it ... And, as much as possible, think about who is most likely to get it Time converter ... if the information provided is accurate, you will benefit! "

As far as the situation of the Knott family is concerned, the "benefits" promised by the Parkinson family are obviously attractive. As soon as Mr. Knott heard it, he immediately thought about it.

However, he was thinking not only who was with him at the time, but also wondering why Vanessa wanted a time converter.

Although Nott first let the other party talk directly, but he could feel that Vanessa was anxious for this thing.

"Can't it ..." he thought secretly, "what other major benefits are there?"

With a little mind, Knott couldn't help but be more concerned about the matter. He was thinking that if he could find out why Vanessa was looking for a time converter, maybe she could take that unknown benefit into her hands.

To be honest, their Knott family needs a better turn than the Parkinson's! After all, if this loneliness continues, this family will really be finished.

"Let me think about it, think about it ..."

Vanessa is not aware of Nott's thoughts hidden in weakness, and in her opinion, it is an easy task to control a downcast pure blood family.

...

Obviously, Mrs. Parkinson did not expect Maca to return from London so soon. In her opinion, since London is so chaotic, even Maca may not be able to come and go easily.

So, while she was still trying to find the time converter without a trace, Maca was already near Parkinson's.

"Professor McLean, you are back ... ah, and father!"

When Maca hurried back to Parkinson's house again, he found Pansy was standing at the door and waiting. As soon as Maca returned, Pansy rushed to meet her.

"Where's your mother?"

Before waiting for Mr. Parkinson's father to speak, Maca asked immediately.

"She ... she said she had something temporary and was going to find someone, so you went out soon after you left ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Pansy whispered as she opened the door for Maca and her father. But she said that she should be back soon. "

"Oh?" Marka thought for a while. "You said she went out after I left?"

"That's it," Pansy said.

Although Vanessa's behavior was somewhat unknown to Maca, her actions seemed to be purposeful.

Are you looking for a time converter?

Although annoyed by Pansy's mother's previous "deception", if he could really get the time converter from the other side, he would not bother to care so much.

"So, did she say where to go?"

"I didn't say that," Pansy shook her head. "Professor McLean, wait here for a while! Well, father, you can sit for a while ... I'll make some black tea for you."

As Ms. Pansy turned and left, Maca sighed-did you just wait like that?