The door leading to the main hall finally opened, but mother was the only one who came out.
"Where's Professor MacLean?"
As soon as she opened the door, Vanessa was stopped by her daughter who rushed forward in a hurry.
"Huh?" She was forced to stop, then glanced at Pansy and said, "Don't block the way. I have urgent matters to attend to... Mr. MacLean just left to go to your father's place."
After saying something casually, Mrs. Parkinson reached out and pushed Pansy aside and walked quickly to the side door of the front hall.
Pansy saw this and quickly chased after her, walking beside her mother and saying:
"Going to find father? Why...ah! Is it because the thing he wants to borrow is in father's hands?"
When Vanessa heard this, she looked at her daughter again.
"McLean told you?"
"Uh, no... He said he didn't want too many people to know, so he didn't tell me anything specific-"
Before Pansy could finish her words, Vanessa 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 did a pretty good job, and this time it brought a small opportunity to our Parkinson family. But it's obvious , he is far from treating you as one of his own, so you still need to work harder... Do you understand?"
These words could actually be regarded as praise in Vanessa's mouth, but the last sentence happened to hit the point that Pansy cared about the most right now.
yes! Can she be considered one of Maka's "ones" now
"But...he said it would be the same even if it were Granger and Potter, right?"
"Is it really 'the same'?" Vanessa shook her head and said, "That mudblood... and that useless savior, I know both of them. If you think about it, they have been with that person from the beginning. Can McClain’s friendship be the same as the one you just got together with?”
After a pause, she turned around the corner of the corridor, and then continued:
"Pansy, stop thinking about these useless things. If you have this time, you'd better think more about how to further please McClain! I don't want you to hook up with him, because with your little capital, people probably don't care. No... As long as you do your best to become a student that he trusts for our Parkinson family, that's enough!"
"By the way, it would be best if we can facilitate a few more good deals like today—"
After saying this, Vanessa and Pansy, mother and daughter, had just arrived along the corridor to the end. The former immediately took out his wand and lightly swiped at the door.
The next moment, the tightly closed door slowly opened, revealing a passage leading underground.
"...Mother," Pansy saw that Vanessa was about to go down. She immediately stopped hesitantly and said, "Why are you in such a hurry to come to the family's treasury? What Professor MacLean wants... is not with my father. ?"
"Did I say that?" Vanessa said without looking back as she walked down, "I just said that your Professor MacLean just went to find your father, but I didn't say what he wanted. over there."
"What?"
Although Pansy wanted to continue questioning, Mrs. Parkinson had already reached the depths of the passage. As for the underground vault at home, she had never been allowed to enter or exit it.
After all, she was always the daughter of the Parkinson family, and sooner or later she would be married off and bear the surname of her future husband's family. Unless all the male heirs in the family are dead by then, the most precious family properties below will have nothing to do with her.
"What on earth is mother planning?"
Pansy looked at the slightly dim passage and couldn't help but feel worried - no matter what her mother was going to do, she was worried that it would offend Professor MacLean.
But in fact, she didn't know that their family didn't have what Maka wanted at all, and her mother was planning to get it from others temporarily!
…
To be honest, not only Pansy, but also Maka didn't expect that Mrs. Parkinson would go in such a big circle with her.
Right now, while Pansy was waiting silently at the entrance of his underground vault, he had gone to the atrium of the Ministry of Magic again.
"Do you know where Mr. Parkinson is?"
"Parkinson? Which Parkinson?"
Maka stopped a few people next to the fountain in the atrium, but those people all had blank faces. However, because it was Maka McClain who held him back, he did not impatiently say that he didn't know. Instead, he was still trying desperately to recall which leader in the department had the surname "Parkinson".
It must be said that as the current head of the Parkinson family, Pansy's father is probably the worst-performing head among the twenty-eight sacred clans. Nowadays, it is estimated that even Neville, the youngest head of the Longbottom family, is much more famous than Mr. Parkinson.
But Maka still remembered Mr. Parkinson’s position at least, and saw him think about it for a moment, and quickly said:
"That's the deputy director of the ghost office, remember? I just went to his office, but that floor was almost empty...Does any of you know where he might be?"
Maka looked at them one by one, until he was about to ask someone else, then he saw a thin male wizard in the middle who seemed to be a little enlightened:
"Oh! It's that guy... Let me think about it, I really want to... Yes, I seem to see him occasionally in the archives of the Department for the Control of Magical Creatures!"
"Really?" Maka nodded, "Then I'll go over and have a look... Thanks."
The man watched Maka leave in a hurry. He was stunned for a moment, but then he happily said to several colleagues as if he had won a big prize:
"Did you hear that? Mr. MacLean said thank you to me! Oh, Merlin's beard... that Maka MacLean said 'thank you' to me..."
Another colleague saw that he was so happy that his mouth was twisted, and he couldn't help but glared at him and said:
"Since you are so excited to be thanked by him, why don't you go outside to help him fight against the dark wizard? If you die, your Mr. McClain might even bow to you!"
In fact, Makamaka heard their short conversation, but now he didn't even have the time to smile bitterly, so he simply pretended that he didn't hear it.
When he took the magic elevator up to the fourth floor, as soon as the elevator door opened, he smelled a strong odor permeating the air.
Yes, he had already smelled it when he first came up.
Logically speaking, although this is the Department for the Management and Control of Magical Creatures, it is just an office space. However, it is inevitable that magical animals will come and go here. As time goes by, the stench becomes more and more difficult to remove.
He took two steps along the corridor, and not long after, he passed the ghost office that he had entered before, and kept walking until he reached the end of the long corridor.
After casually glancing at the sign nailed to the wall, he immediately waved his hand back, and the door to the archives room immediately opened in response.
"Mr. Parkinson? Are you here? Parkin—"
As soon as she shouted, Maka saw a head peeking out from behind a row of file racks, holding her glasses and glancing in his direction.
"Well... I'm here! I'm here! What do you want from me?"
"Oh, hello, I'm Maka McClain." When Maka saw him, she immediately stepped forward and shook hands with him. "In fact, I just visited your home and talked with your wife for a while. —I want to ask the Parkinson family to borrow something. Your wife said it might be in Gringotts' vault, so I plan to escort you there to look for it. If you can find it, I can rent or buy it... By the way, this It’s a text message your wife wrote to you.”
"Gringotts...is that right?"
Mr. Parkinson carefully took the envelope from Maca, pushed up his glasses first, then took out the letter and looked down.
Opposite him, Maka looked at this middle-aged wizard who looked exquisitely dressed and could even be called handsome, but his behavior seemed a bit timid, and she couldn't help but secretly wonder.
Is this really the current head of the Parkinson family
There is no doubt that this is very different from any other family head he has ever seen. Not to mention the aura of being the master of the family, it seems that even the aura that an ordinary man should have is lacking.
Just when Maka was secretly hesitating, he saw the other party muttering in his mouth while looking at the letter:
"Vanessa is really... She knows what is in the vault, doesn't she? There will be a day that she can't remember... Huh? What? A time converter? We still have such a thing at home. ?”
When Maka heard this, she frowned slightly.