Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 527: Voldemort’s secret mission

The genius remembers the address of this site in one second: (Top Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! The Parkinson family is one of the 28 holy races that advocating pure blood, and there have been many famous ancestors from generation to generation. The wizard of the last name. For example, in the eighteenth century, a wizard named Perseus Parkinson in their family served as the British Minister of Magic.

But when Naperseus was in power, his attempt to pass a bill prohibiting the marriage between wizards and Muggles was not welcomed by the magical world at that time.

At that time, not many years had passed since the signing of the International Confidentiality Law, and the wizards had just stabilized after turning into concealment. In addition, the Salem Witch Trial that shocked the world was completely settled. The anti-Muggle sentiment of the wizards has dropped to a freezing point.

Perseus, who had miscalculated the public sentiment, was devastated and lost the election after only one term of minister.

After that, the influence of the Parkinson family in the British magical world began to decline suddenly. Although there have been several commendable wizards, in general, there is not much sense of existence.

To say that the most famous now, I am afraid it is this little girl-Pansy Parkinson's uncle. But that was at best just a follower of Voldemort, this time Voldemort lost power again, he was also taken by Kingsley and the others to the Ministry of Magic dungeon.

But, yes... the recent big escape from prison, during the Ministry of Magic's big fight, that guy was also considered lucky, at least he was not killed on the spot like those hapless old colleagues.

"...let’s talk about it! What do you know," Maca asked casually, sitting on a small stool by the fireplace, holding a tea cup, "don’t worry about not knowing enough. Just tell it all. As long as it's the truth, even if you tell me you don't know it at all, it doesn't matter..."

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

"Remember, tell the truth." He emphasized again, "I just need to listen to the facts, the extra lies are no longer needed... I think you can probably believe that I have a way to tell the truth from what you said. ."

Maca's words are full of plainness, and there is no intimidation from beginning to end, as if they are really chatting casually. In fact, he wasn't applying pressure in this way—he didn't have that need, and he didn't even have to know where the girl's uncle was.

Although he has a hint of cooperation from the Minister of Magic Scrimgeour first, he hasn't decided whether or not to do him that favor! If it can be solved easily, it seems that there is no problem to help a group, but if he needs to spend more time and energy, he also has the confidence not to help.

"I...I believe it," Pansy nodded, and it is rare that one day she will behave so well and quietly. "I really don't know where my uncle is. Since he came out, he has never been with the family. Contact..."

Maca nodded, motioning for her to continue.

"Um...but, in the dark...no, I mean, before you defeated Voldemort and Voldemort, my uncle once went home. At dinner that day, he mentioned a little bit about Voldemort. Things..." The girl said as she said, she stopped talking again, and carefully glanced at Maca, "Uh... would you want to listen to this?"

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

Maca shrugged, and after looking at Pansy, who was still a little uneasy, he reached out and waved toward the fireplace. In the girl's suspicion, the copper teapot resting on the iron frame in front of the fireplace suddenly floated, and poured another warm Gordigan tea into the clean teacup flying over from the other side.

"...Like I said before, I just want you to come here just to have a chat, you can relax a little bit more." He let the teacup float towards Pansy, while soothing, "Maybe your character is not That’s great, I always have more conflicts with Gryffindor-don’t worry about defending, we were also classmates before, and I have seen your way of speaking."

He interrupted Pansy casually when she was about to say something, and when she became silent again, he continued to speak: "Even so, you haven't done anything bad. , Isn’t it? I didn’t want to pursue anything this time, it was really just a normal chat. That’s right, it’s just an honest chat."

After that, Maca raised his hand to indicate to her that she could continue.

Maca's remarks were quite frank, and there was nothing in it. Perhaps because of his straightforwardness, Miss Parkinson's body was visibly slack and no longer as tight as it was at the beginning.

"Um...I...Where did I go?"

Well, our Miss Parkinson seems to be a little slack. After Maca’s openness, she almost forgot what she said earlier.

"Ah!" She thought about it for a while, and said a little dazedly, "At the dinner table, my uncle told my parents one thing. At that time, he didn't actually let it go, just mentioned it a little bit. A moment--he said, Voldemort asked them to perform a secret mission when he attacked the school. Uncle, he was one of the performers of that mission. He would not participate in the attacking team on the day of the attack on the school."

"Did you say what the task is?" Maca asked curiously.

"My father asked him at the time," Pansy said, shaking his head, "but he didn't say it, he only said that it was a top secret mission, and they all used the Unbreakable Curse—and Voldemort himself. ."

The Unbreakable Curse is a special curse that can give magic effects to the oath, and the wizard who violates the oath will die on the spot. Maca knew that this was also a soul-related spell, which was quite powerful and difficult to crack.

"Oh, that's right!" Pansy thought for a while, seemingly just remembering something, and then suddenly added, "Uncle also mentioned the witness-Bellatrix Lestrange ."

"Oh?"

When Maca heard it, a flash of light flashed through his mind like lightning, but it was a pity that the inspiration was so fleeting that he could not catch it. I saw him frown slightly, sinking in his mind, but he didn't find anything.

The Bellatrix in the magical photo in the newspaper, of course, he still remembers that the mad woman was obviously somewhat strange.

At the time when she was escaping, her pretended curse performance was obviously unreasonable. At least, in normal times, she would never let go of any opportunity for her to cast the Unforgivable Curse.

What the **** did Voldemort leave behind?

According to Voldemort's character, he would not really trust someone, even if the target was Bellatrix, who was very enthusiastic about him, there would be no exceptions. If Bellatrix was really the witness of the secret mission, the mad woman must have enough reasons to convince Voldemort.

And the reason must be related to the task itself.

From beginning to end, these clues are connected in Maca's heart one by one, but there is still a link of truth missing in the middle, so that he can't see the whole thing.

"Is there anything else I want to say?"

Maca raised her head and asked Miss Parkinson again. But after a while of memories, the other party shook his head slightly, indicating that he had already said everything that should be said.

Also, although Pansy Parkinson said that there was a Death Eater who could get close to Voldemort in her family, she was also a Hogwarts student. If not during the holidays, she would not have a chance to go home, let alone know anything else about her uncle.

When Maca saw this, after sorting out these thoughts a little, he put it aside. Pansy saw that he was no longer talking, so he took a sip from his teacup, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

As a descendant of the Parkinson family with the same good family background, she has also drunk many different kinds of afternoon drinks, but no matter which one is not as delicious as the cup of tea that Maca poured her.

The mellow tea is slightly bitter in the mouth, but soon there is a special fragrance overflowing the mouth and nose. When the tea slips down the throat and pours like a stomach bag, it exudes a mass of warmth that seems to make people melt. The meaning ~IndoMTL.com~ is very intoxicating.

"What kind of tea is this?" She subconsciously asked in a loud voice, but then she realized something, and hurriedly shrank her neck.

"Gordy root tea."

This is one of the "Lofgood's souvenirs". Of course, the original taste is really bad. But after two improvements made by Lena and Maca themselves, it has become a charming hot drink. Maca is now used to drinking two or three cups a day.

"What?" Pansy looked puzzled.

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

"Huh?"

Maca's abrupt remark shocked Pansy. After a moment's stunned, she turned into the mouth-opening mode again, and she couldn't even speak a few times after opening her mouth.

"It's nothing, just a little joke." Maca said, standing up, "I think about Malfoy, you probably don't want to talk to me, if there is nothing wrong, you You can go back now-remember to stop telling others about our conversation today, if you don't want to get in trouble again?"

"Uh...oh," Pansy hadn't recovered from the shock just now, I saw she also stood up from the chair in a daze, put down the tea cup, and went to the door blankly. Walked, "So... uh... goodbye, Professor McLean."

"Okay, goodbye!" Maca held the tea cup and watched her leave. "If you are interested in the ancient magic text lesson, you can go to the classroom to listen to it. At least I am very welcome."

After Miss Parkinson closed the door and walked away, Maca gradually fell into thought. Mobile users, please browse and read for a better reading experience.