Chapter 527 Voldemort's Secret Mission

The genius remembers the address of this site in a second: (Apex Chinese), the fastest update! No advertisements! The Parkinson family is one of the 28 sacred families that advocate pure blood, and there have been many famous wizards in generations . For example, in the eighteenth century, a wizard named Perseus Parkinson in their family served as the Minister of Magic of the United Kingdom.

But when Naperseus was in power, his attempt to pass a bill banning wizards and Muggle marriages was not popular with the wizarding community at the time.

At that time, not many years had passed since the signing of the International Statute of Secrecy, and the wizards had just stabilized after they went into hiding. In addition, the Salem Witch Trial that shocked the world was almost settled. Anti-Muggle sentiment had dropped to freezing point.

Perseus, who miscalculated the public sentiment, fell into a slump and was quickly defeated after serving as a minister for only one term.

After that, the influence of the Parkinson family in the British magic world began to decline suddenly. Although there were a few worthy wizards, in general they did not have much sense of existence.

To say that the most famous one now is probably this little girl—the uncle of Pansy Parkinson. But that was at best just a follower of Voldemort. This time Voldemort lost power again, and he was also arrested by Kingsley and the others and sent to the Ministry of Magic dungeon.

But, yes... that guy was lucky during his recent prison escape, in the midst of the Ministry of Magic fight, at least he wasn't killed on the spot like his hapless old colleagues.

...Tell me! What do you know, Maca asked casually while sitting on a small round stool by the fireplace, holding a teacup, Don't worry about not knowing enough, tell me what you know That's fine. As long as it's the truth, even if you tell me you don't know anything, it's okay...

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

Remember, tell the truth. He emphasized again, I just need to listen to the facts, and I don't need extra lies... I think you can probably believe that I have a way to distinguish the truth from the fake in your words.

Maca's words were full of blandness, and there was no threat from the beginning to the end, as if he was really casually chatting casually. In fact, he wasn't trying to exert pressure in this way - he didn't have to, and he didn't even have to know where the girl's uncle was.

Although he has the hint of cooperation handed over by Minister of Magic Scrimgeour, he hasn't decided whether to do him that favor or not! If it can be solved smoothly, it seems that there is no problem in helping a group, but if it requires him to spend more time and energy, he also has the confidence to choose not to help.

I...I believe it, Pansy nodded, and it was rare for her to behave so obediently and quietly one day, I really don't know where my uncle is. After he came out, he hasn't had any contact with his family...

Maca nodded, motioning for her to continue talking.

Well... but at the Dark Lord... no, I mean, before you beat Voldemort, Uncle came home once. He mentioned a little bit about Voldemort at dinner time that day... ... The girl was talking, and suddenly stopped talking, and glanced at Maca cautiously, Uh...do you want to hear this?

Of course, just tell what you know...

Maca shrugged, and after looking at Pansy who was still a little uneasy, he simply reached out and waved towards the fireplace. Amidst the girl's surprise, the copper teapot placed on the iron frame in front of the fireplace suddenly floated up and poured another cup of warm Goldigan tea into the clean teacup flying over from the other side.

...Like I said before, I just called you here to have a chat, you can relax a little more. He let the teacup float towards Pan Xi, and comforted him, Maybe your personality is not very good, Always have some conflicts with Gryffindor - don't rush to defend, we were classmates before, and I have seen your way of speaking.

When Pan Xi wanted to say something, he interrupted her casually, and after she became silent again, he continued, Even then, you didn't do anything bad, did you? ? I didn't want to pursue anything this time, it was really just a normal chat. That's right, just an honest chat.

After all, Maca raised her hand to signal her that she could continue talking.

Maca's remarks were quite frank, and there were no such empty-headed things in it. Perhaps it was because of his straightforwardness that Miss Parkinson's body was visibly looser, and she was no longer as tense as it was at the beginning.

Um... I... Where did I just say?

Well, our Miss Parkinson seems to be a little too relaxed. After Maca's frankness, she almost forgot what she said earlier.

Ah! She thought for a while, then said in a daze, at the dinner table, my uncle told my parents something. He didn't let go of the talk at that time, but just mentioned it a little bit—— He said that Vol... Voldemort asked them to carry out a secret mission when he attacked the school, uncle, he was one of the performers of that mission, and he would not participate in the attack team on the day of the attack on the school.

Did you say what the mission is? Maca asked curiously.

My dad asked him too, Pansy said, shaking his head, but he didn't say it, he just said it was a top-secret mission, and they all used the Unbreakable Curse—and Voldemort himself.

The Unbreakable Curse is a relatively special spell, which can give magical effects to the oath, and the wizard who violates the oath will die tragically on the spot. Maca knows that this is also a spell related to the soul, the effect is quite strong, and it is difficult to break.

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

Oh?

When Maca heard this, a flash of inspiration seemed to flash across his mind like lightning, but it was a pity that the inspiration was fleeting and he couldn't catch it. He frowned slightly, and began to ponder, but found nothing.

Of course he still remembered Bellatrix in the magic photo in the newspaper, and there was obviously something strange about that crazy woman.

At the time of the escape, her bumbling spell-casting 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 hell did Voldemort leave behind?

Judging by Voldemort's personality, he would not really trust someone, even if the object was Bellatrix, who was extremely fanatical about him, there would be no exception. If Bellatrix was really a witness to that secret mission, the mad woman must have had reasons enough to convince Voldemort completely.

And that reason must be related to the mission itself.

From the beginning to the end, these clues were connected one by one in Maca's mind, but there was still a link of truth missing in the middle, so that he couldn't see the whole thing clearly.

Is there anything else you want to say?

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

That's right, although Pansy Parkinson's family has a Death Eater who can get close to Voldemort, she is also a student at Hogwarts. If it wasn't during the vacation, she wouldn't have the chance to go home, let alone know anything else about her uncle.

Upon seeing this, Maca sorted out these thoughts a bit, and then put them aside. Seeing that he was no longer talking, Pan Xi picked up the teacup and took a sip, and his eyes immediately brightened.

As a descendant of the Parkinson's family, who also had a good family background, she had also drank many different types of afternoon drinks, but none of them tasted as good as the cup of tea that Maca poured her.

The mellow and thick tea is slightly bitter in the mouth, but soon a special fragrance overflows the mouth and nose. When the tea liquid slides down the throat and pours like a stomach bag, it emits a mass of warmth that seems to melt people, even is intoxicating.

What kind of tea is this? She subconsciously asked loudly, but then she shrank her neck hastily as if realizing something.

Gordigan tea.

It's one of those Lovegoods, and of course the original tastes a little bit worse. But after two improvements by Lena and Maca, it has become a charming hot drink, and Maca is now used to drinking two or three cups a day.

What? Pansy looked puzzled.

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

what?

Maca's sudden words startled Pansy. After being taken aback for a moment, she turned into a tongue-tied mode again, and was unable to speak even after she opened her mouth several times.

It's nothing, just a little joke. Maca said while standing up, I think you probably don't want to talk to me about Malfoy, if there's nothing else, you can do it now Going back—remember not to tell anyone about our conversation today, if you don't want to get in trouble again?

Uh...oh, Pansy hadn't recovered from the fright just now, she also stood up from the armchair in a daze, put down her teacup, and walked towards the door with a blank expression on her face. Well... well... goodbye, Professor Maclean.

Okay, goodbye! Maca held a teacup and watched her go. If you are interested in ancient runes, you can attend the classroom when you have time. At least I welcome it.

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