Chapter 528

Parkinson's family, one of the twenty-eight sacred families that advocate pure blood, has produced many wizards with names for generations. For example, in the eighteenth century, a wizard named Perseus Parkinson in his family served as Minister of magic in Britain.

But when Perseus was in power, his attempt to pass a bill banning witches from intermarriage with Muggles was not welcomed by the magic world at that time.

At that time, it was only a few years since the signing of the international confidentiality law, and the Wizards had just stabilized after they went into hiding. In addition, the dust of Salem Witch trial that shocked the world was settled, and the anti Muggle mood of wizards had dropped to the freezing point.

Perseus, who misjudged the public mood, fell down and was elected as a minister for only one term.

After that, the influence of the Parkinson family in the British magic world began to decline suddenly. Although there were several commendable wizards, in general, they didn't have much sense of existence.

Perhaps the most famous now is the little girl, pansy Parkinson's uncle. But at best, it was just an attendant of Voldemort. This time Voldemort lost power again, and he was caught by Kingsley and went to the dungeon of the Ministry of magic.

However, yes... In the recent big escape from prison, in the big fight of the Ministry of magic, the guy was lucky. At least he was not killed on the spot like those unlucky old colleagues.

"... tell me! What do you know," asked Marca casually, holding a teacup on the small stool by the fireplace. "Don't worry that you don't know enough. Just tell me what you know. As long as it's the truth, it doesn't matter if you tell me you don't know at all..."

Miss Parkinson opened her mouth, but Maka suddenly waved her hand again.

"Remember, tell the truth," he stressed again, "I just need to listen to the facts, and I don't need unnecessary lies... I think you can believe that I can tell the truth from the truth."

Maka's words are full of bland, and there is no sense of coercion from beginning to end. It seems that she is really chatting freely. In fact, he was not exerting any pressure in this way - he didn't have to. He didn't even have to know where the girl's uncle was.

Although he had the cooperation hint from the Minister of magic, Scrimgeour, he had not decided whether to help him! If it can be solved easily, it seems no problem to help, but if he needs to spend more time and energy, he also has the confidence to choose not to help.

"I... I believe," pansy nodded. It's rare that one day she would be so clever and quiet. "I really don't know where my uncle is. He hasn't been in touch with his family since he came out..."

Maka nodded and motioned her to go on.

"Well... But before the black devil... No, I mean, before you defeated Voldemort and Voldemort, my uncle went home. At dinner time that day, he mentioned something about Voldemort..." the girl said, suddenly stopped and looked carefully at Marca, "er... Would you want to hear this?"

"Of course, just say what you know..."

Marca shrugged and, after looking at pansy, who was still a little uneasy, simply waved her hand towards the fireplace. In a burst of wonder, the copper teapot on the iron frame in front of the fireplace suddenly floated up, and poured a cup of warm godigan tea into the clean teacup flying from the other side.

"... as I said before, I just called you to have a chat. You can relax a little more." he comforted while letting the tea cup float to pansy. "Maybe your character is not very good. You always have some contradictions with Gryffindor - don't be busy defending. We used to be classmates, and I've seen your way of speaking."

He interrupted pansy when she wanted to say something. After she was silent again, he then said, "even then, you haven't done anything bad, have you? I don't want to pursue anything this time. It's really just an ordinary chat. Yes, it's just an honest chat."

After that, Maka raised her hand and motioned to her that she could go on.

Maka's words were quite frank. There were no empty heads in it. Perhaps because of his directness, Miss Parkinson's body was obviously relaxed and no longer as tight as it was at first.

"Well... I... where did I just say?"

Well, our Miss Parkinson seems to be a little too relaxed. After Maka's openness, she almost forgot what she said earlier.

"Ah!" she thought, a little suddenly, "At that time, my uncle told my parents something at the dinner table. At that time, he didn't completely let go of it, but just mentioned it a little - he said, Voldemort... Voldemort asked them to perform a secret task when he attacked the school. Uncle, he was one of the executors of that task and wouldn't participate in the attack team on the day he attacked the school."

"Did you say what the task was?" asked Maka curiously.

"My father asked him," pansy said, shaking his head, "but he didn't say. He just said it was a top secret mission. They all used unbreakable spells - and Voldemort himself."

Unbreakable spell is a special spell that can give magic effect to the oath. The wizard who breaks the oath will die miserably on the spot. Maka knows that this is also a curse related to the soul. It is very powerful and difficult to crack.

"Oh, that's right!" pansy thought, seemingly remembering something, and suddenly added, "uncle also mentioned the witness - Bellatrix Lestrange."

"Oh?"

As soon as Maka heard it, a flash of light flashed in her mind. It was a pity that the inspiration was fleeting and he couldn't capture it. He frowned slightly, sank down and thought, but he didn't find it again.

Bellatrix in the magical picture in the newspaper, of course, he still remembers that there are some strange things about the crazy woman.

At that time, when she escaped, her pretentious spell performance was obviously unreasonable. At least, in ordinary times, she will never miss any time when she can cast an unforgivable curse.

What the hell did Voldemort leave behind?

Judging by Voldemort's character, he will not really trust someone, even if the object is Bellatrix, who is crazy about him. If Bellatrix was really the witness of the secret mission, the crazy woman must have a reason enough for Voldemort to fully believe.

And that reason must have something to do with the task itself.

From beginning to end, these clues were connected one by one in Maka's heart, but there was still a link of truth in the middle, so that he couldn't see the whole thing.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

Maka looked up and asked Miss Parkinson again. But after a burst of memories, the other party gently shook his head, indicating that he had said everything he should say.

Yes, this is pansy Parkinson. Although there is a Death Eater in her family who can get close to Voldemort, she is also a student of Hogwarts. If she wasn't on holiday, she wouldn't have a chance to go home, let alone know about her uncle.

Seeing this, Maka put these thoughts aside after sorting them out a little. Seeing that he stopped talking, pansy took a sip of the tea cup and immediately brightened his eyes.

As a descendant of the Parkinson family with the same good family background, she has also drunk many different kinds of afternoon drinks, but neither of them is as delicious as the cup of tea given to her by Maka.

The mellow tea was slightly bitter at the entrance, but soon there was a special fragrance overflowing the mouth and nose. When the tea slid down the throat and poured into the stomach bag, it sent out a mass of warmth that seemed to melt, which was very intoxicating.

"What kind of tea is this?" she asked aloud subconsciously, but then she realized something and hurriedly shrunk her neck.

"Godigan tea."

This is one of the "Lovegood local specialties". Of course, the original taste is really so bad. But after two improvements by Lena and Maka, it has become a charming hot drink. Maka is now used to drinking two or three cups a day.

"What?" pansy looked puzzled.

"Oh, don't care..." of course she hasn't heard of it, because it's a plant discovered by Mr. Lovegood, and it's really useless except making tea. "I remember, do you like Malfoy?"

"Ah?"

Maka's cold words startled pansy. After she was a little stunned, she turned to the tongue tied mode again. She couldn't speak for several times.

"Nothing, just a joke." Maka stood up as she said, "I think you probably don't want to talk to me about Malfoy. If there's nothing, you can go back now - remember our conversation today. Don't talk to others. If you don't want to get into trouble again?"

"Uh... Oh," pansy had not recovered from her shock. She stood up vaguely from the armchair, put down her tea cup and walked blankly to the door, "so... Um... Goodbye, Professor McClane."

"OK, bye!" Maka watched her leave with a teacup. "If you are interested in ancient magic writing, you can go to the classroom to listen in when you are free. At least I am very welcome."

After Miss Parkinson closed the door and walked away with lingering fear, Maka gradually fell into meditation.