The Parkinson's family is also one of the 28 sacred clans that advocate pure-blood, and there have been many famous wizards for generations. In the 18th century, for example, a wizard named Perseus Parkinson held the position of Minister of Magic in the United Kingdom.

However, during Naperseus's reign, his attempts to pass a bill prohibiting wizards from marrying Muggles were not popular with the wizarding world at the time.

It had only been many years since the International Secrecy Act was signed, wizards had only just stabilized after they went into seclusion, and the world-shattering Salem witch trial had settled, and the anti-Muggle sentiment among wizards had dropped to freezing point.

Perseus, who misjudged public sentiment, collapsed and was quickly defeated after only one term as minister.

After that, the Parkinsons' influence in the British wizarding world began to decline sharply, although there were a few wizards who could be called good, but in general there was not much presence.

If you want to say that the most famous now, I am afraid that it is this little girl, Pansy Parkinson's uncle. But at best, it was just one of Voldemort's henchmen, and this time Voldemort lost ground again, and he was captured by Kingsley and taken to the Ministry of Magic dungeon.

However, yes...... In the midst of the recent escape from prison, the Ministry of Magic was lucky, at least not being killed on the spot like his hapless old colleagues.

“…… Let's talk about it! You know something," asked Maca, sitting on a small round stool by the fireplace, teacup in hand, "don't worry if you don't know enough, just tell what you know." As long as it's the truth, even if you tell me you don't know at all, that's fine......"

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

"Remember, be honest." Again, he emphasized, "I just need to listen to the facts, and there is no need for superfluous lies...... I think you'll be able to believe that I have a way of telling the truth from what you're saying. ”

Maca's words were full of flatness, and there was no coercion from beginning to end, as if she was really chatting casually. In fact, he wasn't putting any pressure on him in this way - he didn't have to, and he didn't even have to know where the girl's uncle was.

Although he had a hint of cooperation from the Minister of Magic, Scrimgeur, he hadn't decided whether to help him or not! If he can solve it easily, it seems that there is no problem in helping a bunch, but if he needs to spend more time and energy, he also has the confidence to choose not to help this favor.

"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 hasn't been in contact with the family since he came out......"

Maca bowed her head and motioned for her to continue.

"Hmm...... However, in the Dark Devil ...... No, I mean, before you defeated Voldemort, my uncle went home once. At dinner that day, he had mentioned a little about Voldemort......" The girl said as she stopped talking again and glanced at Maca cautiously, "uh...... Would you want to hear any of this? ”

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

Maca shrugged her shoulders and simply reached out to the fireplace after looking at Pansy, who was still a little uneasy. In the girl's astonishment, the copper teapot resting on the iron rack in front of the fireplace floated up and poured another cup of warm Gordigan tea into the clean teacup that flew from the other side.

“…… Like I said before, I called you just to have a chat and you can relax a little more. He soothed as he let the teacup float towards Pansy, "Maybe you don't have a good personality and always have some conflicts with Gryffindor - don't be busy arguing, we used to be classmates, and I've seen the way you speak." ”

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

With that, Maca raised her hand to her, indicating that she could continue.

Maca's words were quite frank, and there was no such thing as a fool in it. Perhaps it was because of his straightforwardness that Miss Parkinson's body was noticeably looser, and it was no longer as tense as it had been at the beginning.

"Hmm...... I...... Where did I just go? ”

Well, our Miss Parkinson's seemed to have gone a little too lax, and after a moment of openness and honesty from Marca, she almost forgot what she had said.

"Ahh She thought for a moment and said abruptly, "At the dinner table, my uncle told my parents something. At that moment, he didn't actually let go of it completely, but only mentioned it slightly—he said, Fu ...... Voldemort asked them to carry out a secret mission while he was attacking the school, and his uncle was one of the people who carried out that mission, and he would not be part of the attacking team on the day of the attack on the school. ”

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

"My dad asked him at the time," Pansy said, shaking his head, "but he didn't, he just said it was a top-secret mission, and they all used an unbreakable spell—and Voldemort himself." ”

The Unbreakable Spell is a special spell that gives a magical effect to an oath, and a wizard who breaks it will die on the spot. Maca knew that it was also a soul-related spell, quite powerful, and difficult to break.

"Oh, yes!" Pansy thought for a moment, as if she had just remembered something, and suddenly added, "Uncle also mentions the Witness—it's Bellatrix Lestrange. ”

"Oh?"

When Maca heard this, a flash of light seemed to pass through her mind like lightning, but unfortunately that inspiration was fleeting, and he couldn't catch it. I saw him frown slightly, and he pondered his thoughts, but he didn't find anything else.

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

At the time of the escape, her pretentious spell-casting performance was clearly unreasonable. At least, she would never miss an opportunity to cast an unforgivable spell in normal times.

What kind of idea did this Voldemort leave behind?

Judging by Voldemort's personality, he wouldn't really trust someone, even if it was Bellatrix, who was so fanatical about him, there would be no exceptions. If Bellatrix was indeed a witness to that secret mission, the madwoman must have had enough reasons to convince Voldemort completely.

And that reason must have something to do with the task itself.

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

"Anything else you'd like to say?"

Maca looked up and asked Miss Parkinson again. But after a period of reminiscence, the other party shook his head slightly, indicating that he had said everything that should be said.

Also, although Pansy Parkinson has a Death Eater in her family who can get close to Voldemort, she is also a student at Hogwarts. If it weren't for the holidays, she wouldn't have had a chance to go home, let alone know anything else about her uncle.

Seeing this, Maca put these thoughts aside after sorting them out a little. Pansy saw that he was no longer talking, so she picked up the teacup and took a sip of it, and her eyes lit up.

As a descendant of the Parkinson's family, she has also drunk many different kinds of afternoon drinks, but none of them taste as wonderful as the cup of tea that Maca poured to 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 liquid slides down the throat and pours like a stomach pouch, it exudes a mass of warmth that seems to melt, which is very intoxicating.

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

"Gordigan tea."

This is one of the "Lovegood family souvenirs", and of course, the original does taste a little bad. But after two improvements by Lena and Maca's own, it has become a charismatic hot drink, and Maca is now used to drinking two or three glasses a day.

"What?" Pansy looked confused.

"Oh, don't care......" Of course she hadn't heard of it, for it was a plant discovered by Mr. Lovegood, and it didn't really do much except to make tea, "I remember, do you like Malfoy?" ”

"Huh?"

Maca's cold words startled Pansy. After she was stunned for a moment, she turned into stammering mode again, and she couldn't speak even a few times.

"Nothing, just a little joke." Marca said as she stood up, "I guess you don't want to talk to me about Malfoy, and if it's all right, you can go back now—remember not to talk to anyone else about our conversation today, if you don't want to get into trouble again?" ”

"Uh...... Oh," Pansy hadn't recovered from her fright, but she got up from her chair in a daze, put down her teaglass, and walked to the door with a blank face, "then...... Well...... Goodbye, Professor McLean. ”

"Okay, goodbye!" Maca held the teacup and watched her leave, "If you are interested in the ancient magic class, you can go to the classroom to listen to it when you have time, at least I am very welcome." ”

After Miss Parkinson's heart palpitated and closed the door and walked away, Maca gradually fell into deep thought.