Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1248: Mr. Parkinson in charge of ghosts

The door to the main hall was finally opened, but only the mother came out from inside.

"Where is Professor McLean?"

As soon as the door opened, Vanessa was hurriedly stopped by her daughter.

"Huh?" She was forced to stop, then glanced at Pansy and said, "Don't get in the way, I have something urgent to do... Mr. McLean just left and went to your father. "

After speaking casually, Mrs. Parkinson reached out and pushed Pansy aside, and walked quickly to the side door of the front hall.

When Pansy saw this, he hurried to catch up again, and walked next to his mother and said:

"Go to my father? Why...Ah! Is it because the thing he wants to borrow is in his father's hands?"

When Vanessa heard it, she glanced at her daughter again.

"McLean told you?"

"Uh, no... he said he didn't want too many people to know, so he didn't tell me anything specific—"

Pansy hadn't finished saying this, but when she saw Vanessa, she waved her hand and interrupted:

"Really? Since he doesn't want to tell you, then don't ask... Well, I have to say, you are doing pretty well, this time it is a small opportunity for our Parkinson's family. . But obviously, he is still far from treating you as his own, so you still need to work harder...understand?"

These words can actually be regarded as praise from Vanessa's mouth, but the last sentence happened to hit one of Pansy's most concern now.

Yeah! Can she be regarded as Maca's "owner" now?

"But... he said that even if it is replaced by Granger and Potter, they are the same?"

"Is it really'the same'?" Vanessa shook her head. "That mudblood...and that useless savior, I know both of them. Think about it, they are from the same I made friends with McLean at the beginning, can it be the same as you who just got together?"

After a short pause, she turned a corner along the corridor, and then continued:

"Pansy, don’t think about these useless things anymore. With this time, I’d better figure out how to further please McLean! I don’t want you to hook up with him, because it’s just your little capital, people I don’t think so... you just have to be a student he trusts as much as possible for our Parkinson family, that’s enough!"

"By the way, it's best to facilitate a few more times as good deals as today--"

When it comes to this, Vanessa and Pansy’s mother and daughter also happened to come to the end along the corridor. The former took out his wand and gently swiped the door a few times.

The next moment, I saw the tightly closed door slowly open, revealing a passage to the underground.

"...Mother," Pansy saw that Vanessa was about to go down, she hesitated to stop and said, "What are you doing in such a hurry to come to the home vault? What Professor McLean wants... Isn’t it on my father’s side?"

"Have I said that?" Vanessa said without looking back, and went down. "I just said that your Professor McLean just went to your father, but he didn't say he wanted Things are also over there."

"What?"

Although Pansy still wants to continue to ask questions, Mrs. Parkinson has already reached the depths of the passage. As for the underground vault at home, she had never been allowed in and out.

After all, she is always the daughter of Parkinson's family, and sooner or later she will be married and bear the surname of her future husband's family. At that time, unless all male heirs in the family are dead, otherwise, the most precious family properties below will have nothing to do with her.

"What the **** did mother make?"

Pancey looked at the slightly dim passage, and couldn't help feeling a little worried-no matter what the mother was doing, she was worried whether it would annoy Professor McLean.

But in fact, she still didn't know that her family didn't have what Maca wanted. Her mother was planning to get it temporarily from someone else's hands!

……

To be honest, it's not just Pansy, even Maca didn't expect that Mrs. Parkinson would go in such a big circle with herself.

At the moment, just as Pansy was waiting silently at the entrance of his underground vault, he had already gone to the atrium of the Ministry of Magic again.

"Do you know where Mr. Parkinson is?"

"Parkinson? Which Parkinson?"

Maca stopped a few people by the fountain in the atrium, but they all looked blank. But because it was Maca McLean who was holding him, he didn't impatiently say that he didn't know, but was still desperately recalling which head in the ministry had the surname "Parkinson".

It must be said that as the current Patriarch of the Parkinson family, Pansy’s father is probably the worst Patriarch among the Holy Twenty-Eight Clan. Now, it is estimated that Linnawi, the youngest head of the Longbottom family, is more famous than Mr. Parkinson.

But Maca still remembers Mr. Parkinson’s position anyway, so I saw him think about it for a moment, and quickly said:

"It's the deputy head of the ghost office, remember? I went to his office just now, but that floor was almost empty...Does anyone know where he might be? "

Maca glanced at them one by one, until he was about to change another person to ask, then he saw the thinner male wizard in the middle seemed to be a little dazed:

"Oh! It's that guy... I think about it, I really want to... Yes, I seem to see him occasionally in the archives of the Department of Fantastic Creatures Control!"

"Really?" Maca nodded, "Then I'll take a look...thank you."

The man watched Maca leave in a hurry, and was stunned for a moment, but then happily said to a few colleagues as if he had won a big prize:

"Have you heard? Mr. McLean thanked me! Oh, Merlin's beard... That Maca McLean said'thank you' to me..."

The other colleague saw his mouth crooked with joy, and couldn't help glaring at him:

"Since he is so excited to be thanked by him, then why don't you go outside and help him resist the dark wizard? If you die, you might even bow to you, Mr. McLean!"

Actually, they heard this short conversation with Maca Maca, but now he doesn't even have the time to make a wry smile, so he just treated it as he didn't hear it.

When he took the magic elevator to the fourth floor, he just opened the elevator door, and he smelled a strong smell in the air.

Yes, he had already smelled it the first time he came up.

It stands to reason that although this is the Department of Magical Biological Management and Control, it is only an office space. However, there will inevitably be magical animals coming in and out here. Over time, this smell will become more difficult to remove.

He walked two steps along the corridor, and after a short while, he passed the ghost office he had entered before, and walked non-stop to the end of the corridor.

A random glance at the sign nailed to the wall, he immediately waved his backhand, and the door of the archives room opened immediately.

"Mr. Parkinson? Are you here? Parkin—"

Just as soon as he called out, Maca saw a head poking out from behind a certain row of archive shelves, holding his glasses and looking at him twice.

"Um...here! Here! What can I do for you?"

"Oh, hello, this is Maca McLean." When Maca saw it, he walked forward and shook hands with him. "Actually, I just visited your house with your wife. After talking for a while-I want to ask you the Parkinson family to borrow something. Your wife said it might be in the vault of Gringotts, so I plan to **** you to find it. If I can find it, I can rent or buy it... …By the way, this is a text message from your wife."

"Gringotts...really?"

Mr. Parkinson carefully took the envelope from Maca~IndoMTL.com~, first pushed down his glasses, then took out the letter paper and looked down.

Across from him, Maca looked at this exquisitely dressed, even handsome, middle-aged wizard who looked a little cringe and behaved, and couldn't help but wonder.

Is this really the current patriarch of the Parkinsons?

Undoubtedly, this is far from the head of any family he has ever seen. Not to mention the aura of being in charge, it seems that even an ordinary man lacks the aura that an ordinary man should have.

Just as Maca secretly hesitated, he saw the other party muttering in his mouth while looking at the letter:

"Vanasa, this is really true... Doesn't she know what's in the vault the best? There will be a day that she can't remember... Huh? What? Time and time converter? We live at home. There is such a thing?"

When Maca heard the words, he immediately frowned slightly.