Chapter 527: Voldemort's Secret Mission

Genius memorize the address of this site in one second: (Top Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! The Parkinson family, also one of the sacred twenty-eight families who adore pure blood, have also produced many famous wizards . For example, in the eighteenth century, a wizard in their family called Perseus Parkinson served as the British Minister of Magic.
But when Naperius was in office, his attempt to pass a bill prohibiting wizards from marrying Muggles was not welcomed by the magic world at the time.
At that time, it was only a few years before the signing of the International Secret Law, and the wizards had just stabilized after they went into covertness. In addition, the world-frightening Salem witch trial was settled. Anti-Muggle mood has dropped to freezing point.
Perseus, who misjudged the public sentiment, was stunned, and he was quickly elected after only one term.
After that, the influence of the Parkinson's family in the British magic world began to plummet. Although there have been several admirable wizards, in general, there is not much sense of existence.
To say that the most famous now is probably the uncle of this little girl, Pansy Parkinson. But at best, it was just a follower of Voldemort. This time Voldemort lost power again. He was also arrested by Kingsley and he was taken to the Ministry of Dungeon.
However, yes ... the recent escape from prison, in the fight of the Ministry of Magic, the guy was lucky, at least not killed on the spot like those unlucky old colleagues.
"... Tell me! What do you know," Maca asked casually, holding a tea cup, sitting on a small stool by the fireplace, "don't worry about not knowing enough, just tell what you know That's it. As long as it's true, it doesn't matter if you tell me you don't know at all ... "
Miss Parkinson opened her mouth, but Maca suddenly waved again.
"Remember, tell the truth." He emphasized again, "As long as I listen to the facts, unnecessary lies are not needed ... I think you can probably believe that I can tell the truth from yours."
Maca's words were full of blandness, and there was no meaning of coercion from beginning to end, as if she were really chatting casually. In fact, he wasn't exerting any 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 had the cooperation handed over by the Minister of Magic Scrimgeour suggesting that whether to do him a favor or not, he has not decided yet! If it can be solved smoothly, it doesn't seem to be a problem to help a group, but if he needs to spend more time and energy, he has the option to not help.
"I ... I believe," Panxi nodded, and one day she would behave so well and quietly. "I really don't know where my uncle is. After he came out, he had never been in touch with his family ... "
Maca nodded, motioning her to continue.
"Um ... but, in the Dark Devil ... No, I mean, before you defeated Voldemort, Uncle had returned home once. At dinner time that day, he mentioned something about Voldemort ... … "The girl said, and suddenly stopped talking again, taking a careful look at Maca," Uh ... would you like to hear this? "
"Of course, just say what you know ..."
Maca shrugged, and after looking at Pansy, who was still uneasy, she simply reached out and waved at the fireplace. In the girl's suspicion, the copper teapot resting on the iron stand in front of the fireplace suddenly floated up, and poured a cup of warm Godigan tea into the clean tea cup flying from the other side.
"... As I said before, I asked you to just talk, you can relax a little bit." He calmed down while letting the tea cup float to Panxi, "Maybe your character is not very good, There are always conflicts with Gryffindor-don't be too busy to argue, we were classmates before, and I have seen your way of speaking. "
When Pansy wanted to say something, he interrupted her casually, and after she resumed silence, he then said: "Even so, you haven't done anything serious, have you? I did n’t want to investigate anything this time, it ’s really just a normal chat. Yes, I just talked honestly.

After all, Maca raised her hand to her, indicating that she could continue to talk.
Maca's words were quite candid, and there were no imaginary things inside. Perhaps it was because of his bluntness that Miss Parkinson's body was noticeably slackened and no longer as tight as it was at first.
"Hmm ... I ... where did I just say?"
Well, our Miss Parkinson seems to be a little too relaxed, and after the openness of Maca's, she almost forgot what she said earlier.
"Ah!" She thought for a while, and said it a little bit innocently, "At the table, my uncle told my parents about something. He didn't actually let go of it at that time, but just mentioned it slightly- He said, Voldemort ... Voldemort asked them to perform a secret task when he attacked the school. Uncle, he was one of the performers of that task, and he would not participate in the attacking team on the day of the attack. "
"Do you have any mission?" Maca asked curiously.
"My dad also asked him," Pansy said, shaking his head. "But he didn't say, he just said it was a top-secret task, and they all used unbreakable spells-and Voldemort himself."
The Unbreakable Curse is a special spell that can give magic effects to vows. A wizard who violates the vows will die on the spot. Maca knows that this is also a soul-related spell, which is quite powerful and difficult to crack.
"Oh, right!" Pansy thought for a while, seeming to remember something, and suddenly added, "Uncle also mentioned the witness-it was Bellatrix Lestrange."
"Oh?"
As soon as Maca heard it, there seemed to be a flash of aura in his mind, but unfortunately that inspiration was fleeting and he couldn't catch it. I saw him frown slightly, and thought down, but found nothing.
Bellatrix in the magic photo in the newspaper, of course, remembers that there was something strange about the crazy woman.
When she escaped, her pretending to cast a spell was obviously unreasonable. At least, she would never miss a chance that would allow her to cast an unforgivable curse.
What ghost idea did Voldemort leave behind?
According to Voldemort's personality judgment, he would not really trust someone, even if the object was Bellatrix who was extremely enthusiastic about him, there would be no exceptions. If Bellatrix was really a witness to that secret mission, the mad woman must have had enough reason to convince Voldemort to believe it.
And that reason must be related to the task itself.
From beginning to end, these clues were successively connected in Maca's heart, but the truth was missing in the middle, so that he couldn't see the whole thing.
"Do you have anything else to say?"
Marka looked up and asked Miss Parkinson again. But after a while of recollection, the other person shook his head slightly, indicating that he had already said everything he should say.
Also, although this Pansy Parkinson has a Death Eater who can get close to Voldemort at home, she is also a student of Hogwarts. If it weren't for the holidays, she wouldn't have a chance to go home, let alone know anything about her uncle.
When Maca saw this, she put these thoughts aside and set aside. Panxi saw that he was no longer talking, took a tea cup and sipped it gently, and then his eyes lighted up.
As an offspring of the Parkinson family, she also drank many different kinds of afternoon drinks, but neither of them tasted like a cup of tea that Maca poured into her.
The mellow tea was slightly bitter at the entrance, but soon a special fragrance filled the nose and mouth. When the tea liquid slipped down the throat and poured like a stomach bag, it even exuded a warmth that seemed to make people melt. Reading www. uukanshu.com is very intoxicating.
"What kind of tea is this?" She asked subconsciously, but then realized what it was like, and hurriedly narrowed her neck.
"Gordy root tea."
This is one of the "Lofgood home products", of course, the original version does have a bit of a bad taste. But after two improvements from Lena and Maca themselves, it has become a charming hot drink. Maca is now used to drinking two or three glasses a day.
"What?" Pansy looked puzzled.
"Oh, don't worry ..." 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?"
Macca's nonchalant words startled Pansy. After a short pause, she switched to the mouth-to-mouth mode, unable to speak even after opening her mouth several times.
"It's nothing, just a joke." Maca said as she stood up. "I think about Malfoy, you probably don't want to talk to me. If it's nothing, you can do it now. Go back-remember don't talk to others today if you don't want to get in trouble again? "
"Uh ... oh," Pansy hadn't recovered from the scare just now, only to see that she stumbled up from the backrest chair, put down her tea cup, and walked towards the door blankly. "So ... um ... goodbye, Professor McLean."
"Okay, goodbye!" Marka held her tea cup and watched her leave. "If you're interested in the ancient magic script class, you can go to the classroom to watch, at least I'm very welcome."
After Miss Parkinson closed the door with some worries and walked away, Maca was gradually lost in thought. Mobile users please browse and read for a better reading experience.