harry potter book of crimes

The Parkinson family is one of the twenty-eight holy families who advocate pure blood. There have been many famous wizards for generations. For example, in the 18th century, one of their family members was named Perseus.

Parkinson's wizard once served as the British Minister of Magic.

But when Perseus was on the throne, his attempt to pass a bill prohibiting marriage between wizards and Muggles was not welcomed by the wizarding world at that time.

At that time, it had only been a few years since the signing of the International Statute of Secrecy, and the wizards had just stabilized after going into hiding. In addition, the Salem witch trials that shocked the world had barely settled, and the wizards'

Anti-Muggle sentiment has dropped to freezing point.

Perseus, who misjudged the public sentiment, fell into despair. He served as minister for only one term and was quickly defeated.

After that, the influence of the Parkinson family in the British wizarding world began to decline suddenly. Although there were a few commendable wizards, overall they did not have much of a presence.

The most famous one now is probably this little girl - Pansy Parkinson's uncle. But that was just a follower of Voldemort at best. This time Voldemort lost power again, and he was also arrested by Kingsley and the others.

The Ministry of Magic dungeons.

But yes... during the recent large-scale prison escape and the massive fight at the Ministry of Magic, that guy was lucky, at least he was not killed on the spot like his unlucky old colleagues.

"...Tell me about it! What do you know?" Maka asked casually, sitting on a small round stool by the fireplace, holding a teacup. "Don't worry about not knowing enough, tell me everything you know.

That's all. As long as it's the truth, even if you tell me you don't know anything, that doesn't matter..."

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

"Remember, tell the truth." He emphasized again, "I only need to listen to the facts, and there is no need for unnecessary lies... I think you can probably believe that I have a way to distinguish the truth from the lies in your words."

Maka's words were full of plainness, and there was no intimidation from the beginning to the end. It was as if he was really chatting casually. In fact, he was not exerting any pressure in this way - he

There was no need. 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, he has not yet decided whether to help him! If it can be solved smoothly, it seems that there is no problem in helping a group, but if necessary

If he spent more time and energy, he would have the confidence to choose not to help.

"I...I believe," Pansy nodded, and it was rare that one day she would behave so well-behaved and quiet, "I really don't know where my uncle is. He has never had contact with his family since he came out...

"

Maka nodded and motioned for her to continue.

"Well...but, before the Dark Lord...no, I mean, before you defeated Voldemort, my uncle once returned home. During dinner that day, he once mentioned something about Voldemort...

..." As the girl was talking, she suddenly stopped talking and glanced at Maka cautiously, "Uh... do you want to hear this?"

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

Maka shrugged, and after looking at Pansy, who was still a little uneasy, she simply waved her hand towards the fireplace. In the girl's surprise, the copper teapot placed on the iron frame in front of the fireplace suddenly floated up and went from there.

The clean teacup that flew over from the other side poured another cup of warm Gordigan tea.

"...As I said before, I just called you here to have a chat, so you can relax a little more." He let the teacup float towards Pansy and comforted him, "Maybe you don't have a very good personality.

You always have conflicts with Gryffindor - don't rush to defend yourself, we were classmates before, and I've seen your way of speaking."

When Pansy was about to say something, he interrupted her casually, and after she became silent again, he continued: "Even then, you haven't done any big bad things, right?

?I don’t want to pursue anything this time, it’s really just an ordinary chat. Yes, just an honest chat.”

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

Maka's words were quite candid, without any nonsense in them. Perhaps it was because of his straightforwardness that Miss Parkinson's body relaxed significantly and was no longer as tight as before.

"Um...I...where did I just say?"

Well, our Miss Parkinson seemed to be a little too relaxed. After Maka's frank talk, she almost forgot everything she said before.

"Ah!" She thought for a while and said with a hint of realization, "At that time at the dinner table, my uncle told my parents something. In fact, he didn't let it go completely at that time, he just mentioned it a little bit -

He said that Voldemort... Voldemort asked them to carry out a secret mission when he attacked the school. Uncle, he was one of the executors of that mission, and he would not participate in the attacking team on the day he attacked the school."

"Did you say what the mission was?" Maka asked curiously.

"My father also asked him at that time," Pansy said, shaking her head, "but he didn't say anything. 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 relatively special curse that can give magical effects to oaths. Wizards who violate the oath will die tragically on the spot. Maka knows that this is also a curse related to the soul, which is quite powerful and difficult to break.

"Oh, by the way!" Pansy thought for a moment, seemed to have remembered something by chance, and suddenly added, "Uncle also mentioned the witness - it was Bellatrix Lestrange."

"oh?"

When Maka heard this, a flash of inspiration seemed to flash through his mind like lightning. Unfortunately, the inspiration was fleeting and he could not capture it. He only saw him frowning slightly and thinking deeply, but nothing came up.

Discover.

Of course he still remembered Bellatrix in the magic photo in the newspaper. There was obviously something strange about that mad woman.

When she was escaping, her pretentious performance of casting spells was obviously unreasonable. At least, she would never let go of any opportunity to cast the Unforgivable Curse.

What kind of evil idea did Voldemort leave behind?

Judging from Voldemort's character, he will not truly trust someone, even if that person is Bellatrix who is extremely fanatical about him, there will be no exceptions. If Bellatrix really is

The witness to that secret mission, that crazy woman, must have a reason that was enough for Voldemort to believe her.

And that reason must be related to the task itself.

From beginning to end, these clues were connected one after another in Maka's mind, but there was still a link of truth missing in the middle, so that he could not see the whole story clearly.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

Maka raised her head and asked Miss Parkinson again. But after a moment of recollection, the other party shook her head slightly, indicating that she had said everything she needed to say.

Also, although Pansy Parkinson has a Death Eater in her family who can get close contact with Voldemort, she is also a student at Hogwarts. If it were not during the vacation, she would not have the chance to return.

family, it is even less likely that she would know anything else about her uncle.

Seeing this, Maka sorted out these thoughts and put them aside. Pansy saw that he stopped talking, so she picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

As a descendant of the Parkinson family, whose family is also well-off, she has also drank many different kinds of afternoon drinks, but none of them tasted as good as the cup of tea that Maka poured her.

The mellow and thick tea was slightly bitter in the mouth, but soon a special fragrance filled the mouth and nose. When the tea liquid slid down the throat and poured into the stomach, it also exuded a warmth that seemed to melt people, and even

It's intoxicating.

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

"Gordig root tea."

This is one of the "Lovegood's souvenirs". Of course, the original version does taste a bit bad. But after two improvements by Lena and Maka themselves, it has become a charm.

A full hot drink, Maka is now used to drinking two or three cups a day.

"What?" Pansy looked confused.

"Oh, don't worry..." Of course she had never heard of it, because this was a plant discovered by Mr. Lovegood, and it was really not useful except for making tea. "I remember, do you like Malfoy?"

"ah?"

Pansy was startled by Maka's abrupt words. After being stunned for a moment, she turned into the tongue-tied mode again, opening her mouth several times without being able to speak.

"It's nothing, just a little joke." Maka said as she stood up, "I think you are probably not willing to talk to me about Malfoy. If there is nothing wrong, you can do it now

Go back - remember not to tell anyone else about our conversation today, if you don't want to get into trouble again?"

"Uh...oh," Pansy hadn't recovered from the shock just now. She stood up from the armchair in a daze, put down the teacup, and walked towards the door with a confused expression.

"Well...um...goodbye, Professor MacLean."

"Okay, goodbye!" Maka held the tea cup and watched her leave, "If you are interested in the ancient magic text class, you can go to the classroom to observe when you have time. At least I am very welcome."

After Miss Parkinson closed the door and walked away with lingering fear, Maka gradually fell into deep thought.