The Parkinson family is one of the twenty-eight sacred clans that advocates pure blood, and has produced many famous wizards for generations. For example, in the eighteenth century, a wizard named Perseus Parkinson in their family served as the British Minister of Magic.
But when Perseus was on the throne, his attempt to pass a bill prohibiting marriage between wizards and Muggles was not welcomed by the wizarding world at the time.
At that time, it had only been a few years since the signing of the International Statute of Secrecy, and the wizards had just stabilized after going into hiding. In addition, the Salem Witch Trials that shocked the world had barely settled, and the wizards' Anti-Muggle sentiment had dropped to freezing point.
Perseus, who misjudged the public mood, fell into despair. He served as minister for only one term and was quickly defeated.
After that, the influence of the Parkinson family in the British magical world began to decline suddenly. Although there were a few commendable wizards, overall they did not have much of a presence.
The most famous one now is probably this little girl Pansy Parkinson's uncle. But that was at best just a follower of Voldemort. This time Voldemort lost power again, and he was arrested by Kingsley and others and taken to the dungeons of the Ministry of Magic.
But yes... During the recent large-scale prison escape and the massive fight at the Ministry of Magic, that guy was lucky, at least he was not killed on the spot like his unlucky old colleagues.
"...Tell me! What do you know?" Maka asked casually, sitting on a small stool by the fireplace, holding a tea cup. "Don't worry about not knowing enough, just tell me everything you know." As long as it’s the truth, even if you tell me you don’t know anything, it doesn’t matter... "
Miss Parkinson opened her mouth, but Maka suddenly waved her hand again.
"Remember, tell the truth." He emphasized again, "I only need to listen to the facts, and there is no need for extra lies... I think you can probably believe that I have a way to distinguish the truth from the lies in your words."
Maka's words were full of plainness, and there was no intimidation from the beginning to the end, as if they were really chatting casually and comfortably. In fact, he wasn't exerting any pressure in this way - he didn't have to. He didn't even have to know where the girl's uncle was.
Although he has a hint of cooperation from the Minister of Magic, Scrimgeour, he has not yet decided whether to do him a favor or not! If it can be solved easily, there seems to be no problem in helping a bunch of people, but if it requires him to spend more time and energy, he has the confidence to choose not to help.
"I... I believe," Pansy nodded. It was rare that she would behave so well-behaved and quiet one day. "I really don't know where my uncle is. He has never had contact with his family since he came out..."
Maka nodded and motioned for her to continue.
"Well... But, before the Dark Lord... no, I mean, before you defeated Voldemort, my uncle once returned home. During dinner that day, he once mentioned something about Voldemort..." Girl As Er was talking, he suddenly stopped talking and glanced at Maka cautiously, "Uh... do you want to hear this?"
"Of course, just tell me what you know..."
Maka shrugged, and after looking at Pansy, who was still a little uneasy, she simply waved her hand toward the fireplace. In the girl's confusion, the copper teapot placed on the iron frame in front of the fireplace suddenly floated up, and another cup of warm Gordigon tea was poured into the clean teacup that flew over from the other side.
"... Like I said before, I just asked you to come here to have a chat, so you can relax a little more." He let the teacup float towards Pansy and comforted him, "Maybe you don't have a very good personality. It's a conflict with Gryffindor - don't rush to defend yourself, we were classmates before, and I've seen your way of speaking."
When Pansy was about to say something, he interrupted her casually, and after she became silent again, he continued: "Even then, you haven't done any big bad things, right? ?I don’t want to pursue anything this time, it’s really just an ordinary chat. Yes, just an honest chat.”
After that, Maka raised her hand to indicate that she could continue.
What Maka said was quite candid, and there was no nonsense in it. Perhaps because of his straightforwardness, Miss Parkinson's body relaxed significantly and was no longer as tight as before.
"Um... I... Where did I just say that?"
Well, our Miss Parkinson seemed to be a little too relaxed, and after Maka's moment of openness, she almost forgot everything she said before.
"Ah!" She thought for a while and said with a hint of realization, "At the dinner table, my uncle told my parents something. In fact, he didn't let it go completely at that time, but just mentioned it a little bit - he Said, Voldemort... Voldemort asked them to perform a secret mission when he attacked the school. Uncle, he was one of the executors of that mission, and he would not participate in the attacking team on the day he attacked the school."
"Did you say what the mission was?" Maka asked curiously.
"My father also asked him at that time," Pansy said, shaking her head, "but he didn't say anything. He only said that it was a top-secret mission, and they all used the Unbreakable Curse - and Voldemort himself."
The Unbreakable Curse is a relatively special spell that can give magical effects to oaths. Wizards who violate the oath will die tragically on the spot. Maka knew that this was also a soul-related spell that was quite powerful and difficult to break.
"Oh, by the way!" Pansy thought for a moment, then seemed to remember something by chance, and suddenly added, "Uncle also mentioned the witness - Bellatrix Lestrange."
"oh?"
When Maka heard this, a flash of inspiration seemed to flash through his mind like lightning. Unfortunately, the inspiration was fleeting and he could not capture it. He frowned slightly and thought deeply, but found nothing.
Of course he still remembered Bellatrix in the magic photo in the newspaper. There was obviously something strange about that mad woman.
When escaping, her bumbling performance of casting spells was obviously unreasonable. At least, she would never miss any opportunity to cast the Unforgivable Curse.
What kind of evil idea did Voldemort leave behind
Judging from Voldemort's character, he will not truly trust anyone, even if that person is Bellatrix, who is extremely fanatical about him, there will be no exceptions. If Bellatrix was really a witness to that secret mission, that mad woman must have a reason that was enough for Voldemort to believe her.
And that reason must be related to the task itself.
From beginning to end, these clues were connected in Maka's mind one after another, but there was still a link of truth missing in the middle, so that he could not see the whole thing clearly.
"Is there anything else you want to say?"
Maka raised her head and asked Miss Parkinson again. But after a moment of recollection, the other party shook his head slightly, indicating that he had said everything he needed to say.
Also, although Pansy Parkinson has a Death Eater in her family who can get close contact with Voldemort, she is also a student at Hogwarts. If it weren't for the holidays, she wouldn't have the chance to go home, let alone know anything else about her uncle.
Seeing this, Maka sorted out these thoughts and put them aside. When Pansy saw that he stopped talking, she picked up the tea cup and took a sip. Her eyes suddenly lit up.
As a descendant of the Parkinson family, whose family is also well-off, she has also drunk many different kinds of afternoon drinks, but none of them taste as good as the cup of tea that Maka poured her.
The mellow and thick tea was slightly bitter in the mouth, but soon a special fragrance filled the mouth and nose. When the tea liquid slid down the throat and poured into the stomach, it also exuded a warmth that seemed to melt people, and even It's intoxicating.
"What kind of tea is this?" She asked loudly subconsciously, but then she seemed to realize something and shrank her neck hastily.
"Gordig root tea."
It's one of those "Lovegood specialties," and of course, the original tastes a little bit worse. But after two improvements by Lena and Maka herself, it has turned into a charming hot drink, and Maka is now used to drinking two or three cups a day.
"What?" Pansy looked confused.
"Oh, don't worry..." Of course she had never heard of it, because this was a plant discovered by Mr. Lovegood, and it really didn't have much use other than making tea. "I remember, do you like Malfoy?"
"ah?"
Maka's abrupt words startled Pansy. After she was stunned for a moment, she turned to the tongue-tied mode again, opening her mouth several times without being able to say anything.
"It's nothing, just a little joke." Maka said as she stood up, "I think you are probably not willing to talk to me about Malfoy. If there is nothing wrong, you can do it now Go back—remember, don’t tell anyone else about our conversation today, if you don’t want to get into trouble again?”
"Uh... oh," Pansy hadn't recovered from the fright just now. She also stood up from the armchair in a daze, put down the teacup, and walked towards the door with a confused look on her face, " So... um... Goodbye, Professor MacLean."
"Okay, goodbye!" Maka held the tea cup and watched her leave. "If you are interested in the ancient magic text class, you can go to the classroom to observe when you have time. At least I am very welcome."
After Miss Parkinson closed the door and walked away with lingering fear, Maka gradually fell into deep thought.