Chapter 1255

"Time converter?"

"Yes, time converter... You know, before being locked up in Azkaban, I always changed hands in the black market... At that time, you didn't earn less jingaron, did you? After Voldemort's complete failure, I gradually ran out of money and began to resume my old business..."

In McNeil's study, nott and Walton were whispering.

To be honest, nott is not completely nonsense, because he is really a second dealer who makes a living by changing things.

As the life of nott family has become more and more difficult in recent 100 years, in order to continue, almost every generation of their family is selling their property abroad. This has also allowed their family to accumulate many individual collectors and vendors.

So, starting from nott's father, their family finally took advantage of this resource and became a black market dealer selling all kinds of magic items, collections and precious materials.

Yes, in fact, he and Mundungus have the same means of making a living.

However, compared with the latter, the items handled by him and his father are of relatively high value - at least Mundungus's favorite low-cost second-hand crucible, which their father and son must not look up to.

When it comes to Mrs. Parkinson's consulting him about the time converter, from another point of view, isn't it similar to his "old business"?

So to tell you the truth, nott, this is really not an excuse.

Just after Walton nodded clearly, nott just paused and soon continued:

"Just last night, I met a customer who wanted to buy a time converter... You know? As soon as he opened this mouth, I thought of you!"

"I remember that when we were sent by Voldemort to the Department of mystery affairs, you seemed to have taken a time converter in the cabinet in the time hall? Although this thing itself is of high value, few people are willing to accept it because of its particularity... You see, I think of you first when I have the opportunity to do it this time!"

"Oh, that sounds good? Well, thanks. You're a good brother!"

Walton naturally wouldn't think much, because what nott said is really the truth - although there are few time converters, they are all precious research supplies from the Ministry of magic. Even if there are sporadic circulation underground, few people dare to buy them home.

Once found, to some extent, it will be much more serious than the nature of collecting dark magic items.

"By the way," Walton thought, suddenly worried, "who is the wizard who asked you to buy the time converter? Can it be Auror?"

"Come on!" nort waved his hand at once. "You know what's going on in London now - the whole Ministry of magic is in a mess? At this time, where can they care to play this bait fishing trick?"

"Well, that's true," Walton could not help nodding. "When I slipped out yesterday, the Department was in a mess... What price did the other party offer?"

"It hasn't been discussed yet... After all, time converters are rare, and there is a high probability that they can't be found, so people have to see the goods first before they are willing to negotiate the price." nott said, "but can't you trust me? Don't worry, I'll help you negotiate a good price!"

……

More than half an hour later, nott came out of McNeil's house after chatting with each other in his study. When the door behind him closed again, nott patted his chest pocket, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The time converter is in hand, so next, it's time to find out Mrs. Parkinson's purpose.

Obviously, this is definitely not an easy thing without a clue.

As he paced along the road in front of McNeil's house, nott fell into a silent meditation.

"In normal times, the black market must be the most likely place. People who want to buy such illegal objects usually seek trade there. However... As far as the situation in London is concerned, even if there are wizards who dare to go to the black market, it will not be navanasa Parkinson..."

Nott murmured, pondering about it, and nodded.

"Yes, at this time, it is the most appropriate choice to hide quietly at home. Therefore, it must be right to go to Parkinson's house first while she is still in my house."

As soon as he thought of it, nott took a deep breath, and then decisively moved the phantom and disappeared from its place. The next moment, he appeared near Parkinson's house.

"Dudu -"

Not long after nott went up and knocked at the door, Sita, the Parkinson's house elf, opened the door for him.

"Hello, sir!" the elf bowed to nott, and then said politely, "is there anything important for Mr. Parkinson's house?"

"Well..." nott glanced at Sita and asked knowingly, "is madam there?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, sir. The hostess is out right now." the elf Sita said respectfully, "but the master is at home... Of course, if you have to find the hostess, Sita can tell him."

"Is Mr. Parkinson at home?"

This was not what nort had expected, because in his opinion, Vanessa's husband should still be in the Ministry of magic. He was very familiar with that rigid nerd. When he was at Hogwarts, Parkinson, who was his same age, was basically a commodity who spent all day in the library.

"So... Are there any guests at the moment?"

Needless to say, this is what nott is most concerned about now. If there are guests, it's probably the one who really wants a time converter! If you can sell the time converter directly to the other party, you must earn more than selling it to Vanessa.

However, Sita, the elf, shook her head when he asked.

"A distinguished guest did come just now, but he just left more than ten minutes ago..."

A little late?

If he missed it, he would be much less likely to find another person - nott couldn't help feeling a little annoyed. He knew he would have talked less at McNeil's house.

Then nott asked with a slight frown:

"Do you know who the guest is?"

"Oh, yes..." Sita nodded. "It's Mr. Marca McLean."

"Mike -"

The name made nott almost cry out subconsciously. But fortunately, he responded in time and quickly stopped his involuntarily raised tone.

"Well," he coughed softly, and then asked, "do you know where he has gone?"

"I'm sorry, sir. The West Tower is not clear."

……

Yes, as nort has just learned at the moment, Maka has left Parkinson's house.

Because after returning there, he immediately learned from pansy that Vanessa had gone out. Although he also let himself be patient and waited in the main hall for a moment, he finally didn't want to waste so much time and decided to go out to find each other.

This is not London. There is no fog that can affect the perception of magic. After analyzing the residual magic fluctuation of Vanessa's phantom movement near the door, he found out the general position of each other's manifestation.

So ten minutes ago, when nott was still chatting with Walton in McNeil's study, Maka had come to his door.

"Bang bang."

Without much effort, the slightly inferior wooden door was knocked like a broken drum by Maka, which made him frown slightly.

But the people inside didn't let him wait too long. After a while, he saw that the door in front of him opened slightly and showed a small face.

"Excuse me... Is Mr. also looking for the owner? He is not at home now."

It was still NOEt's daughter Joey who opened the door, and it may be worth mentioning that Joey seemed to be a little outspoken about his father's name.

The previous estimate of Vanessa was that she didn't care about these little things, so she didn't notice it at all.

"Home owner?"

When Maka heard the name, she couldn't help wondering.

Naturally, he didn't know that Joey was nott's daughter. No, he didn't even know that this was the home of the former Death Eater Austin nott. The reason why he was curious was that this title was not common in ordinary wizard families.

So he realized that the people who lived here were probably descendants of a poor family.

Putting these guesses aside for the time being, Maka said to the little girl behind the door:

"No, I'm not looking for your owner... Well, I think a lady should have come here just now, right? The person I'm looking for is her."

"Ah!"

As soon as Joey heard this, he sipped his mouth and said:

"Yes, if Mr. is looking for Mrs. Parkinson, she does rest in the living room."

"Well, good," Marca smiled at the timid little girl. "I have something to see her. Please take me there!"

"This --"

Joey hesitated and shook his head

"I have to ask my wife first... Sir, please wait a moment."

Before the words fell, Maka saw that she suddenly retracted her head, and then slammed the door shut again.

After being stunned for a while, Maka couldn't help shaking her head gently.

"Click."

With a soft sound of the lock spring, the door opened itself, and then Marka stepped straight inside - although it's not good to break into someone's house without permission, he really doesn't want to spend more time.

"... Mrs. Parkinson, there is a young gentleman looking for you outside..."

Listening to the little girl's intermittent voice in the living room, Maka shrugged and immediately walked in through the door.

"Ma'am, you don't have to guess who it is," he said calmly in the direction of Vanessa and Joey. "It's me, McLean."