Chapter 1257

Before going to Parkinson's house, nott had no idea that the real buyer was namaka McLean. Seriously, if he had known the truth earlier, he would never have considered crossing the middleman of Vanessa.

However, when nott hurried away from Parkinson's house and planned to give up some greedy ideas and go straight home to complete the transaction with Vanessa, he ran into the last person he wanted to see in his own house.

"... I didn't expect that this time converter turned out to be what Mr. McLean wanted."

Nott knows more about Marca's abilities than Mrs. Parkinson. So when he saw Maka, his first reaction was not to turn around and run away, but to try to fool him as much as possible.

You can't run away.

"Oh! Yes... Time Converter..."

As he said this, nott suddenly turned his pocket and took the initiative to walk towards Maka. Maka saw this, but she also had some expectations.

It has taken too much trouble to get this time converter today. If you can get it, it would be better.

But it was at this time that Maka was stunned by a quite familiar magic wave.

"Mr. McLean, it's right here, you take it." nott took out the time converter he got from Walton from his pocket and handed it to Marca happily. "Of course, not a kingaron. It's free!"

However, soon nott saw Maka's frown, which made him frightened.

"Mr. McLean..." he asked cautiously, "what's the matter?"

At the moment, just opposite him, Maka held the time converter in her palm in one hand, but gently shook her head and said:

"Is this stolen from the Ministry of magic?"

"Well, no --"

When hearing Maka's question, the first thought in nott's heart was to deny it. But at the thought that denial might be meaningless, he immediately stopped his words.

Then I listened to him honestly:

"Well... Yes, it was taken from the time Hall of the Department of mystery Affairs... Oh, but it wasn't me, it was -"

"Who is it?"

Seeing him stop halfway, Maka asked casually.

It can be seen that nott seems to have some hesitation - Walton is a rare friend in his life, and he has been playing since childhood. Whoever betrays his friends must be hesitant.

But... Obviously, the deep friendship with Walton in the past was completely erased by a forgetting spell he personally cast long before he was imprisoned in Azkaban.

Although he was very familiar with each other before, Walton McNeil is just a little familiar stranger to nott now.

"Well..." after a brief pause, he said, "it's Walton McNeil, a staff member of the magical animal control department of the Ministry of Magic - he used to be a Death Eater."

"McNeil -" Marca thought for a moment and soon realized, "Oh, is it the executioner of the Committee for the disposal of dangerous animals?"

To tell the truth, Marca's reaction when she heard this sentence was obviously very different from what nott imagined.

Nott thought that Marca would at least frown and be slightly surprised when she heard the Death Eater. But in fact, he found that Maka seemed to have known that such a Death Eater was hiding in the Ministry of magic, and didn't show any surprised expression at all.

In fact, Maka did know the identity of this "Walton McNeil" Death Eater - not only that, he even said a few words to that guy in his early years!

"Mr. McLean, do you... Know Walton?"

"Huh?"

Maka still stared at the time converter in her hand and said carelessly:

"Yes... In the past, there was a hippopotamus with wings that needed to be executed. He was the executioner at that time."

After saying that, he suddenly put the time converter into Norte's hand again, smacked his mouth, and became a little impatient:

"Take it back! It's fake."

"What!"

Nott felt his hand sink slightly, and then heard Maka's words. All of a sudden, he was as foolish as an eye and stayed in place. It took him several seconds to react.

"How could this be possible? At that time, I clearly..."

"I saw Walton take it with my own eyes in the time hall." - he added in his heart.

Nott obviously dared not say this. After all, they ambushed Maka under Voldemort's leadership in the Department of mystery affairs.

But just because these "little minions" were insignificant at that time, up to now, Maka seems to have forgotten who they are. Now if he dares to say it, isn't it his own death?

However, this does not prevent him from generating a lot of confusion about the current situation - is this false? How is this possible? How could there be a fake time converter in the Ministry of magic?

Unless

"... Walton, he lied to me?"

"I'm afraid not," said Maka, shaking her head. "In fact, I made this time converter myself with deformation - I made five in total and replaced five in the Department of mystery affairs with them. Really."

At this point, he could not help rubbing his forehead with some annoyance. Then he waved his hand and said:

"If you have any clues about the time converter, let me know immediately when you think of it. Do you understand? As long as you can find one that can be used, it's easy to say whether it's reducing Azkaban's prison sentence or more kingaron."

"I'll go first... Send owls to the Leaky Cauldron bar when I have news."

Before the words fell, Maka went straight to the door and soon left from the vision of the three present.

Walking in the alley outside, Maka couldn't help shaking her head again - this trip has wasted so much time and made her happy in vain.

What's more, the clue he finally found at the beginning is not only a dead end, but also the wall he built himself!

I have to say that after this time, Maka's heart still gave birth to some uncontrollable irritability.

"Calm down... Calm down..." he paused, slightly lowered his head and said to himself, "think about it. Where else can you find a time converter? Who else..."

In a word, go find Lucius first! Let Lucius ask those pure blood families as much as possible, and he himself went to the Witt family in the underground black market.

With such a two pronged approach, at least the efficiency will be much higher than that of him alone.

……

Just as Marca was going to find Lucius, he was in Malfoy Manor.

As London and Hogwarts are undoubtedly unstable at the moment, as Draco's parents, the Malfoys' hearts are obviously half hanging.

Fortunately, Draco also participated in Hogwarts' study tour, which somewhat relieved the couple.

Seeing that London has become more and more dangerous these two days, Lucius and his wife can only hide at home and dare not go anywhere. While secretly praying for their son to have a smooth journey, they seem to have nothing else to ask for.

Yes, although some time ago, under the right opportunity, the Malfoy family has returned to the sight of many families and ordinary wizards. But now, they have no mind to take care of those.

There is no doubt that the honor may not be a big deal compared with his small life.

However, although they don't want to go out at all, things always come to the door automatically.

"Dong Dong -"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door outside the gate of the residence, which made the Malfoy couple sitting in the side hall tremble slightly.

"At this time... Who will come?"

Lucius's face was a little unnatural, and Narcissa's expression was no better than her husband's. Seeing the house elf waiting to open the door, Lucius immediately said:

"Wait, don't go yet."

"Yes, master."

The elf who succeeded dobby in serving the Malfoy family was not as clever as dobby, but his greatest advantage was obedience. Lucius told him not to go. He bowed his waist, lowered his head and clubbed in place.

Unfortunately, the man knocking at the door outside at this moment has little patience left in his heart.