Chapter 1256

When Vanessa, waiting at nott's house, heard Maka's voice coming from behind, her expression was undoubtedly wonderful. Because she not only didn't expect Maka to come back so soon, but also didn't expect Maka to find her directly.

Why? I was not careless at all. I didn't even disclose more than half of my daughter's whereabouts. But this McLean

In this world, can the gap between two people really be so big?

At present, the weather has gradually entered late spring, and the temperature has not been as cold as it was a few months ago. But at the moment, Vanessa only felt a chill in the air sucked into her lungs.

For a time, she even dared not look back.

"Mr. McLean...? you --"

"Mrs. Parkinson."

While interrupting each other's words, Marca didn't look at Vanessa's back. He just tilted his head slightly and looked over each other's head at the old streets outside the window.

The Parthenocissus on the opposite red brick wall grows luxuriantly. In the afternoon sun, it is like a pair of tender green palms holding the light. Just looking at it like this can make people's mood gradually expand.

Of course, it can also soothe the boredom and annoyance in his chest a little.

"... madam," he said calmly, "I must say that I am not absolutely disgusted with some things that 'deceive' others. However, it is based on the premise that I can successfully deceive everyone... Understand?"

"As the saying goes, when no one knows what the truth is, fake is true."

At this point, as soon as macallo paused, macallo shrugged and said:

"But this time, your deception of me is obviously a failure."

Hearing the speech, Vanessa immediately changed her complexion slightly and couldn't help whispering:

"I... didn't lie to you."

"You see," Marca shook her head, "in fact, you are not good at lying at all... Well, tell me! Who is the clue of the time converter... Is it the owner of this family?"

On the other side, Vanessa, sitting at the table with her back to Marca, couldn't help being silent for a little time. A moment later, she nodded.

Marca McLean's magic power has exceeded her imagination. In front of such a powerful wizard, how to insist on resistance is mostly meaningless?

"Yes," she whispered after all, "this is Austin nott's home... According to what I've heard from the black market before, he probably knows about the time converter... Or even has one directly."

"Nott?"

When makaton thought the surname was a little familiar, she thought carefully and immediately raised her eyebrow.

"Oh, is it the nott family, one of the twenty-eight families?"

"Well," replied Vanessa, and then added, "I've asked before. Although he doesn't have a time converter himself, he does know who has it. He looked for it about twenty minutes ago."

It's always good to have a clue.

From the beginning, Maka's purpose was to find a time converter. It didn't seem so important who got it from.

"Are these the kingaron you promised to nott?"

In the silent gaze of little girl Joey, Maka paced to the tea table by the window and saw several piles of gold coins stacked on it.

Perhaps it was because she found that Marca didn't investigate her fault too much, Vanessa finally breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as Marca asked her casual question, she immediately replied:

"No, it's only half... Nott asked for double."

"Then you promised?" Maka glanced at the golden gallon on the tea table at random, quite meaningful. "Unexpectedly, you are quite 'generous'?"

It's just dozens of gold gallons. Even if it is doubled, it's less than a hundred gallons. Just before that, if you say more or less, you can buy at most five horn shells from unicorns on the black market.

However, if it is only used as the "intermediary fee" for looking for a time converter, it is barely enough - well, of course, this means that it has doubled.

For Maka's ridicule, now Vanessa doesn't dare to argue, so she can only shut her mouth and acquiesce. To be honest, she has begun to regret it now. How good is it to tell nott directly?

There is no doubt that McLean's kindness is not so good!

On the other side, not far from Vanessa's side, Maka felt a little boring when she stopped talking. In addition, the things about Luna and Delphi are still lingering in Maka's heart, so he can't help but turn his eyes to the world outside the window again after sighing.

But it was just then that Joey, who had been sipping and staring at him since just now, seemed to finally say:

"Sir... You... You can't just break into someone else's house."

It seemed that she wanted to blame Maka, but she didn't dare to speak loudly because she was afraid of strangers. She looked back and looked quite cute in Maka's eyes.

What I have to say... Yes, that look actually looks like Ginny. When she was a child, she always showed timidity when she saw outsiders.

"Oh," Marca smiled. "Indeed, I think you're right. I'm a little rude."

Seeing that Marca admitted her mistake very decisively, Joey seemed a little shy. But when her cheeks were a little red, she said very seriously:

"The most important thing is that the owner will blame you for doing so... And so will the young master."

"Blame me?" Marca continued with a smile. "Oh, I didn't expect you were still worried about me? It's okay. I don't think they'll blame me. You can rest assured."

But before the words fell, Joey immediately shook his head and said:

"No, they will blame me. I accidentally let you in... The owner is very angry. Then I have to do a lot of extra work to calm him down."

"Huh?"

Hearing this, Vanessa, sitting on one side, finally gave Joey a strange look.

"Aren't you nott's daughter? Why does it sound... More like a servant?"

And this remark of Vanessa made Maka frown.

"Daughter?"

If Feifan Nasha said it, Maka didn't expect that the little girl was the child of the owner of the house - raising her daughter as a servant. Is there such a family?

But thinking about it, Maka was suddenly stunned and said to Joey:

"Wait -- did you just call 'young master' Theodore?"

"Yes, yes," Joey nodded as soon as he heard the name. "The young master's name is Theodore, Theodore nott... Sir, do you know our young master?"

"Is that him?"

Marca didn't answer Joey's question immediately because he was still thinking about Theodore.

In fact, Theodore was once his classmate. He was enrolled in Hogwarts at the same school as him. But after the other party was assigned to Slytherin, the two had almost no intersection.

He only occasionally heard that the guy seemed to have a good relationship with Malfoy.

Because Marca and Theodore were not familiar, he didn't even remember this "peer" when he mentioned the nott family. It was not until Joey mentioned it again that he remembered coldly that there was such a man.

However, it must be said that Theodore's brain seeds are obviously quite good, which can make Marca not pay attention to himself, which is enough to prove that the guy is a so-called "smart man".

But now, judging from what Joey said, this "smart man"... Doesn't seem to be a good thing. You know, this is his sister!

"I remember, old nott used to seem to be a Death Eater?"

Marca turned her head to look at Vanessa and asked. After all, Joey might not know about it. When Vanessa heard it, she soon gave a positive answer.

"Yes," she said, "he was a Death Eater and did a lot for Voldemort."

"Is it still a fish out of the net?" Marca said thoughtfully, "but so... He should have been in Azkaban for more than ten years?"

On such a reflection, he couldn't help looking at Joey again. Then he said:

"You grew up with Theodore?"

"And Amanda," Joey added with a slight nod, "but then Amanda suddenly left before the owner came back."

Is it old nott's maid and lover or something? Actually Joey's biological mother?

Brain tonic belongs to brain tonic. Although the truth is very likely to be so, Maka can't judge it. But let's not mention anything else. At least after the immediate troubles are solved, old nott must be sent back to Azkaban.

Maka didn't ask any more questions. He just recorded the matter in his heart for the time being and told Sirius or Kingsley by the way.

However, the reason why he did not continue to ask for the time being was mainly the magic wave that suddenly appeared outside the door of the house.

"Click."

With a slight sound of the lock tongue, the door opened, and then a man came in from the outside. When the other party saw that there was another person at home, he was stunned.

"Mac... McLean!"

"Well," said Marca faintly, looking at the figure at the door, "welcome home, Mr. nott - of course, if you could tell me you've brought the time converter, we might welcome it more warmly!"

"Er..." after hearing this, nort in front of the door recovered a little, and listened to his busy way, "Oh! Unexpectedly, this time converter was Mr. McLean you wanted!"