Chapter 1254: Yin and Yang

"Time converter?"
"Yes, the time converter ... you know, before I was locked in Azkaban, I had been doing some resale transactions on the black market ... you didn't make a lot of money at the time. After a complete failure, I gradually lost my money and started to re-enter the old industry ... "
In McNeil's study, Knott and Walton whispered.
To be honest, Nott is not completely embarrassed, because he is indeed a second-hand trafficker who earns money by switching items.
As the lives of the Knott family have become more and more difficult in the past 100 years, in order to continue to survive, almost every generation of their family has turned to sellers. This has also led to a lot of personal collectors and traders in their homes.
So starting from Nott's father, their family finally took advantage of this resource and became a black marketer who resells various magical items, collectibles and treasured materials.
Yes, in fact, he and Mondungus have similar means of making a living.
But compared to the latter, the objects he and his father deal with have a relatively high value-at least Montonguez's favorite low-cost used crucibles, their father and son must not look at.
And when it comes to Mrs. Parkinson's going to consult him about the time converter, isn't it similar to his "old business" from another perspective?
So to be honest, Knott wasn't an excuse to find.
After Walton nodded clearly, Knott only paused a little, and then continued:
"And just last night I met a client who wanted to buy a time converter ... did you know? As soon as he opened the mouth, I thought of you!"
"I remember when we were sent by Voldemort to the Department of Mystery Affairs, did you seem to have taken a time converter in the cabinet of the Time Hall? Although the value of this thing is very high, but because of its particularity, you are willing to There have been very few people ... you see, this time there is a chance to shoot, I was the first one to think of you brother! "
"Oh, this sounds good? Well, thanks, it's a good brother!"
Walton naturally wouldn't think too much, because what Knott is saying is really the truth-although the time converters are scarce, they are all precious research supplies from the Ministry of Magic. Even if there is sporadic circulation underground, Few people dare to buy a home.
Once found, to a certain extent, it is even more serious than the nature of black magic items.
"By the way," Walton thought for a moment, suddenly a little worried and authentic. "The wizard who asked you to buy a time converter, who is it? Is it Auror?"
"Come on!" Knott heard and waved his hands immediately. "You know what's going on in London now-the Ministry of Magic has been burned out, right? At this time, where can they take care of this kind of bait fishing? Trick? "
"Well, it's the same," Walton nodded, "When I slipped out yesterday, the ministry was already in a mess ... Then, what's the price of the other party?"
"It's not talked about yet ... After all, time converters are scarce and there is a high probability that they can't be found, so people must first see the goods before they are willing to talk about the price." Knott said, "But I can't believe it? Rest assured Well, I will help you negotiate a good price! "
...
More than half an hour later, Knott came out of McNeil's house after chatting for a while in the study. After the door was closed again, Knott patted his chest pocket gently, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The time converter is in hand, then it's time to figure out how to understand Mrs. Parkinson's purpose.
Obviously, this is definitely not an easy task without any clue.
As he paced and walked along the road in front of McNeil's house, Knott fell into a maze of silent thought.
"In normal times, the black market is definitely one of the most likely places, and people who buy such illegal items usually seek transactions there. But ... as far as the situation in London in the past two days, the wizard who dares to go to the black market Even if it were, it would not be the Vanessa Parkinson ... "
Knott muttered to himself, wondering left and right, and nodded.
"Yes, at this time, it is the most appropriate choice to hide quietly at home. Therefore, while she is still in my house, it is definitely right to go to the Parkinson's house to see."
Not thinking of doing it, Knott took a deep breath, then decisively phantom shifted and disappeared from its place. The next moment, he had already appeared near Parkinson's house.
"Tuk Tuk--"
Not long after Knott went up to the door and sang the door, Parkinson's house elf, Sita, opened the door for him.
"Hello, sir!" The elf owed him at Nott, and then said very politely, "Is there anything important for your visit to Parkinson's?"
"Hmm ..." Knott glanced at Sita, asking knowingly, "is the lady here?"
"Oh, sir, the hostess just happened to be out." The elf, Sita, respectfully said, "but the host is at home ... Of course, if you have to find the hostess, Sita can tell you."
"Mr. Parkinson's at home?"
This was not what Knott had thought of, because in his opinion, Vanessa's husband should still be in the Ministry of Magic. He was very familiar with the rigid nerd. When he was in Hogwarts, Parkinson, who was with him the same time, was basically a library product all day.
"Then ... are there any customers here?"
Needless to say, this is the most important concern of Knott now. If there were guests, most of them would be the one who really wanted the time converter! If you can sell the time converter directly to the other party, it will definitely make more money than selling it to Vanessa.
However, the little elf, Sita, shook his head when he asked.
"It was true that a distinguished guest had come, but I just left more than ten minutes ago ..."
One step late?
If you missed it, the chances of finding another person would be much lower—Knot couldn't help but be a little annoyed, and knew that I would have a few gossips at McNeil's.
Immediately, Nott frowned slightly and asked:
"Do you know who that guest is?"
"Oh yes ..." Sita nodded suddenly. "It's Mr. Maca McLean."
"Mike--"
The name made Knott almost exclaim subconsciously. Fortunately, he responded in time, and quickly took up his involuntary tone.
"Cough," he asked slightly, and then asked again, "why do you know where he went?"
"Sorry, sir, this Sita is not clear."
...
That's right, as Knott just learned at the moment, Maca has left Parkinson's.
Because after returning there, he immediately learned from Vansi's mouth that Vanessa was going out. Although he also made himself patient and waited for a while in the main hall, in the end he was unwilling to waste so much time and decided to go out and find each other.
This is not London. There is no such kind of fog that can affect the perception of magic. After analyzing the magic fluctuations left by Vanessa's phantom shift near the door, he familiarized himself with the general location of the opponent's manifestation.
So even ten minutes ago, while Knott was still in the den with McNeil's study and Walton East Rush, Maca had already come to his door.
"Well."
Obviously without much effort, the slightly inferior wooden door was knocked by Maca like a broken drum, causing him to frown slightly.
However, the people inside did not let him wait too long, and after a while, he saw the door in front of it slightly opened, showing a small face.
"Excuse me ... Sir, is he also looking for the owner? He is not at home now."
The door was still Knott's daughter, Joey, and perhaps it's worth mentioning that Joey's title to his father was a bit out of place.
Vanessa's previous estimate was because she didn't care about these little things, so she didn't notice it at all.
"Homeowner?"
When Maca heard this title, she couldn't help secretly wondering.
He didn't even know that Joey was Knott's daughter right now, no, he didn't even know that it was the home of the former Death Eater Oston Knott. And he was curious just because this name was not common in ordinary wizard families.
So he realized even if he lived here is probably the descendant of a downcast family.
Putting those guesses aside for a moment, Maca said to the little girl behind the door:
"No, I'm not here to find your host ... Well, I think there should be a lady here, right? I'm looking for her."
"what!"
When Joey heard it, he suddenly pouted:
"Yes, if Mr. is looking for Mrs. Parkinson, she does rest in the living room."
"Well, good," Makar smiled at the timid little girl. "I have something to see her, so please take me there!"
"This--"
Joey hesitated and shook his head:
"I have to ask my husband first ... sir ~ EbookFREE.me ~ please wait a moment."
Before the words fell, Marka saw her suddenly retract her head, and then "banged" and closed the door again.
After hesitated for a moment, Maca shook her head lightly.
"Crack."
With the buzzing sound of the lock spring, the door opened on its own, and Maca took a step and walked straight into it-although it was not good to break into someone's home without permission, he really didn't want to spend more time. .
"... Mrs. Parkinson, outside ... a young gentleman is looking for you ..."
Listening to the little girl's intermittent voice in the living room, Maca shrugged, and immediately went in through the door.
"Ma'am, you don't have to guess who it is," he said calmly in the direction of Vanessa and Joe. "It's me, McLean."