Chapter 1248 Mr. Parkinson Who Manages Ghosts

The door leading to the main hall finally opened, but the only person who came out of it was my mother.

"Where's Professor McLean?"

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

"Huh?" She was forced to stop, then glanced at Pan Xi and said, "Don't get in the way, I have something urgent to do...Mr. McLean just left and went to your father's place."

After saying something casually, Mrs. Parkinson stretched out her hand and pushed Pansy aside, and walked quickly to the side door of the front hall.

Seeing this, Pan Xi hurriedly chased after her, walking beside her mother and saying:

"Go to father? Why... ah! Is it because the thing he wants to borrow is in father's hands?"

Upon hearing this, Vanessa glanced 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 finished speaking, Vanessa immediately interrupted with a wave:

"Really? Since he doesn't want to tell you, then don't ask... Well, I have to say, you've done a pretty good job. This time it's considered a small opportunity for our Parkinson family. But it's very Obviously, he is far from treating you as his own, so you need to work harder... Do you understand?"

These words, in Vanessa's mouth, were actually considered praises, but the last sentence coincidentally hit a point that Pan Xi cared most about now.

Yes! Can she be regarded as Maca's "person" now?

"But... he said everything, even if it was Granger and Potter, it would be the same?"

"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 each other from the very beginning. Then McClain's friendship is the same as that of you who just got together?"

After a short pause, she turned a corner along the corridor, and then continued:

"Pansy, don't think about these useless things anymore. If you have this time, you should think 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 like it... You just need to be a student he trusts as much as possible for our Parkinson family, and that's enough! "

"By the way, it's better to make a few more bargains like today—"

At this point, Vanessa and Pansy just came to the end of the corridor, and the former took out his wand and swiped on the door a few times.

The next moment, the tightly closed door was slowly opened, revealing a passage leading to the ground.

"...Mother," Pansy saw that Vanessa was about to go down, she stopped hesitantly and said, "Why are you in such a hurry to come to the family's vault? What Professor McLean wants...is not in the father's house. over there?"

"Did I say that?" Vanessa said as she walked down without looking back, "I just said that your Professor McLean just went to see your father, but he didn't say what he wanted. over there."

"what?"

Although Pan Xi still wanted to continue asking, Mrs. Parkinson had already reached the depths of the passage. As for the underground vault at home, she has never been allowed to enter or exit.

After all, she was always the daughter of the Parkinson family, and sooner or later she would be married off and named after her future husband's family. At that time, unless the male heirs in the family are all dead, otherwise, the most precious family property below will have nothing to do with her.

"What is the mother's idea?"

Looking at the slightly dim passage, Pansy couldn't help feeling a little worried—no matter what her mother was going to do, she was worried that it would annoy Professor McLean.

But in fact, she still didn't know that their family didn't have what Maca wanted, and her mother was planning to get it from someone else temporarily!

...

To be honest, not only Pansy, but even Maca didn't expect Mrs. Parkinson to make such a big circle with him.

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

"Do you know where Mr. Parkinson is?"

"Parkinson? Which Parkinson?"

Maca stopped a few people beside the fountain in the atrium, but they all looked blank. But because it was Maca McLean who held him back, he didn't say impatiently that he didn't know, but was still desperately remembering which head in the ministry had the surname "Parkinson".

It must be said that, as the current Patriarch of the Parkinson family, Pan Xi's father is probably the worst patriarch 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 Maca still remembered Mr. Parkinson's position anyway, seeing him think about it for a while, he quickly said:

"It's the deputy head of the ghost office, remember? I went to his office just now, but that floor is almost empty... Does anyone know where he might be?"

Maca glanced at them one by one, until he was about to ask another person, and then he saw a thin male wizard in the middle who seemed to be a little stunned and said:

"Oh! It's that guy...I think about it, I really want to...Yes, it seems that I occasionally see him in the archives of the Department of Magical Creatures Control!"

"Really?" Maca nodded, "Then I'll go and have a look...thanks."

The man watched Maca 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. McLean thanked me! Oh, Merlin's beard... that Maca McLean said 'thank you' to me..."

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

"Since being thanked by him is so exciting, why don't you go outside to help him resist the dark wizard? If you sacrificed, your Mr. McLean might bow to you!"

In fact, Maka Maka had heard their short conversation, but now he didn't even have the time to smile wryly, so he just pretended that he didn't hear it.

After he took the magic elevator up to the fourth floor, the moment the elevator door opened, he smelled a strong presence in the air.

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

It stands to reason that although this is the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures, it is just an office after all. However, it is inevitable that there will be magical animals coming in and out here, and the stench will become more and more difficult to get rid of as time goes by.

He took two steps along the corridor, and after a while, he passed the ghost office he had entered before, and walked to the end of the corridor without stopping.

He casually glanced at the sign on the wall, and immediately swung his hand back, and the door of the archives opened immediately.

"Mr. Parkinson? Are you here? Parkin--"

As soon as he yelled, Maca saw a head poking out from behind a certain row of file shelves, and looked at him twice while holding his glasses.

"Well... here! Here! What can I do for you?"

"Oh, hello, I'm Maca McLean," Maca saw, and immediately went up to shake hands with him, "Actually, I just visited your house and talked to your wife for a while ——I want to ask you Parkinson family to borrow something. Your wife said that it might be in the vault of Gringotts, so I plan to escort you there to find it. If I can find it, I can rent it or buy it... that's right , This is a text message from your wife."

"Gringotts... is it?"

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

Opposite him, Maca looked at this middle-aged wizard who looked exquisitely dressed and could even be called handsome, but behaved a little timidly, and couldn't help but wonder secretly.

Is this really the current head of the Parkinson family?

There is no doubt that this is very different from the head of any family he has ever seen. Not to mention the aura of being the master of the house, it seems that even the aura that ordinary men should have is lacking.

Just when Maca was secretly hesitating, he saw the other party reading the letter while muttering in his mouth:

"Vanasha is really... what is in the treasury, isn't she the clearest? There will be a day that I can't remember... eh? What? Time, time converter? Our family actually has this grow something?"

Upon hearing this, Maca frowned slightly.