The door to the main hall finally opened, and the mother was the only one who could come out. m.

"What about Professor McLean?"

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

"Huh?" She was forced to stop, then glanced at Pansy and said, "Get out of the way, I have urgent business to do...... Mr. McLean has just left to go to your father's. ”

After a casual remark, Mrs. Parkinson reached out and tolerated Pansy aside, and walked briskly to the side door of the antechamber.

Seeing this, Pansy hurriedly chased after her, and followed her mother as she walked:

"Go to my father? Why...... Yes! Is it because what he wants to borrow is in the hands of his father? ”

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

"McLean told you?"

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

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

"Really? Since he doesn't want to tell you, then don't ask...... Well, I have to say, you're doing pretty well, and this time it's a small opportunity for our Parkinson's family. It's clear though, he's far from treating you as one of his own, so you'll need to work a little harder...... Do you understand? ”

These words can actually be regarded as praise in Vanessa's mouth, but the last sentence coincidentally poked at the place where Pansy cares most now.

Oh, yes! Can she be considered Maka's "own person" now?

"Yes...... He said it all, even if it was replaced by Granger and Potter, they would be the same? ”

"Is it really 'the same'?" Vanessa shook her head and said, "That mudblood...... And the useless savior, I know both of them. If you think about it, they've been friends with McLean since the beginning, just like you, who just got together? ”

After a moment's pause, she turned around the corner of the hallway, and then continued:

"Pansy, stop thinking about these useless things, and if you have this time, let's think more about how to further curry favor with McLean! I don't want you to hook up with him, because with your little capital, people probably can't look down on it...... You just need to be a student he trusts as much as possible for the sake of our Parkinson's family, and that's enough! ”

"By the way, it would be better to make a few more good deals like today"

At this point, Vanessa and Pansy, mother and daughter, had just come to the end of the hallway, and the former took out his wand and swiped it lightly on the door.

The next moment, the tightly closed door slowly opened, revealing a passage to the underground.

“…… Mother," Pansy saw that Vanessa was about to go down, and she hesitated and paused, "what are you doing in such a hurry to come to the house vault?" What Professor McLean wants...... Isn't it on my father's side? ”

"Did I say that?" Vanessa didn't look back as she spoke, "I just said that your Professor McLean had just gone to find your father, but I didn't say that what he wanted was over there. ”

"What?"

Pansy wanted to continue the question, but Mrs. Parkinson had already gone deeper into the passage. And this underground vault in the house, she has never been allowed to enter or exit.

After all, she has always been the daughter of the Parkinson's family, and sooner or later she will be married off and bear the surname of her future husband's family. Unless all the male heirs of the family are dead, the most precious family possessions below will have nothing to do with her.

"Mother, what the hell is this idea?"

Pansy looked at the slightly dimly lit passageway, and couldn't help but worry about whether her mother was going to do it, and she was worried about whether it would annoy Professor McLean.

But in fact, she didn't know that there was nothing that Maca wanted at home, and her mother was going to get it from someone else temporarily!

……

To be honest, it wasn't just Pansy, even Maca didn't expect Mrs. Parkinson to go around in such a big circle with her.

Now, while Pansy waited silently at the entrance to his underground vault, he had gone to the atrium of the Ministry of Magic again.

"Any idea where Mr. Parkinson is?"

"Parkinson's? Which Parkinson's? ”

Maca stopped a few people by the fountain in the atrium, but they were all dazed. However, because it was Marka McKellen who was holding him, he did not impatiently say that he didn't know, but was still desperately recalling which head of the ministry had the surname "Parkinson's".

It must be said that as the current head of the Parkinson's family, Pansy's father is probably the worst mixed head of the Divine Twenty-Eight. Nowadays, it is estimated that even Neville, the youngest head of the Longbottom family, is much more famous than Mr. Parkinson.

But Maca still remembered Mr. Parkinson's position, and when he thought about it for a moment, he quickly said:

"It's the deputy head of the ghost office, remember? I've been to his office just now, but the floor is almost empty...... Do any of you know where he might be? ”

Maca glanced at them one by one, until he was about to ask someone else, when he saw a thin male wizard in the middle who seemed to say a little abruptly:

"Oh! It's that guy...... I think about it, I think about it...... yes, I think I'll see him in the archives of the Department of Magical Creatures Control once in a while! ”

"Really?" Maca nodded, "Then I'll go over and take a look...... Thank you. ”

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

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

Another colleague saw that his mouth was crooked when he was so happy, and he couldn't help glaring at him and said:

"Since you're so excited to be thanked by him, why don't you go outside and help him resist the Dark Wizard? If you die, you Mr. McLean might bow to you! ”

In fact, they had heard this short conversation between Maca Maca, but he didn't even have the time to laugh bitterly now, so he simply didn't hear it.

As soon as he took the magic elevator up to the fourth floor, the elevator doors had just opened, and he smelled a strong stench of presence in the air.

That's right, he'd already smelled it when he first came up earlier.

It stands to reason that although this is the Department of Magical Creatures Management and Control, it is only an office space. However, it is inevitable that there will be magical animals coming in and out, and as time goes by, the stench becomes more and more difficult to remove.

He took two steps down the hallway, and in a short time, he passed the ghost office he had entered earlier, and walked until he reached the end of the corridor.

Glancing at the sign nailed to the wall, he immediately waved his backhand, and the door of the archive room suddenly opened.

"Mr. Parkinson? Are you here? Parkin"

As soon as he shouted, Maca saw a head poke out from behind a row of file shelves, holding her glasses and glancing at him.

"Hmm...... At! Here it is! What's the matter with me? ”

"Oh, hello, I'm Marka McKellen," Maka immediately stepped forward and shook his hand, "Actually, I just visited your house, and after talking to your wife for a while, I want to ask you Parkinson's family to borrow something, and your wife said it might be in the vault of Gringotts, so I'm going to escort you over to look for it." If I can find it, I can rent it or buy it...... By the way, this is a text message from your wife. ”

"Gringotts...... Is it? ”

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

Opposite him, Maca couldn't help but wonder when she looked at the middle-aged wizard who was very well-dressed and even handsome, but his behavior was a little cringe.

Is this really the current head of the Parkinson's house?

Undoubtedly, this was a huge difference from the head of any family he had ever seen. Not to mention the momentum of being the master of the house, it seems that even the temperament of an ordinary man is lacking.

Just when Maca was secretly hesitating, he saw the other party looking at the letter and muttering in his mouth:

"Vanessa, that's really...... Doesn't she know best what's in the vault? There will be a day I can't remember...... Well? What the? Hour and time converters? We still have this kind of thing in our house? ”

When Maca heard this, she immediately frowned slightly.