Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

A genius remembers the address of this site in one second: (Vertex Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! The Parkinson family is one of the 28 holy races that advocating pure blood, and there have been many famous wizards from generations to generations. .For example, in the 18th century, a wizard named Perseus Parkinson in their family served as the British Minister of Magic.

But when Naperseus was in power, his attempt to pass a bill prohibiting the marriage between wizards and Muggles was not welcomed by the magical world at that time.

At that time, not many years had passed since the signing of the International Confidentiality Law, and the wizards had just stabilized after turning into concealment. In addition, the Salem Witch Trial that shocked the world was completely settled. Anti-Muggle sentiment has dropped to a freezing point.

Perseus, who had miscalculated the public sentiment, was devastated, and soon lost the election after only serving as minister.

After that, the influence of the Parkinson family in the British magical world began to decline suddenly. Although there have been a few commendable wizards, in general, there is not much sense of existence.

To say that the most famous one is 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 also taken by Kingsley to the Ministry of Magic dungeon.

However, yes... the recent big escape from prison, in the Ministry of Magic's big fight, that guy was also considered lucky, at least he was not killed on the spot like those hapless old colleagues.

"... Let's talk about it! What do you know," Maca asked casually, sitting on the small round stool by the fireplace, holding a tea cup, "Don't worry about not knowing enough, just tell what you know. It's fine. As long as it's the truth, even if you tell me you don't know it at all, it doesn't matter..."

Miss Parkinson opened her mouth, but Maca suddenly waved her hand again.

"Remember, tell the truth." He emphasized again, "I just need to listen to the facts, and the extra lies are no longer needed... I think you can probably believe that I have a way to tell the truth from your words."

Maca's words are full of plainness, and there is no intimidation from beginning to end, as if he is really chatting casually.In fact, he wasn't applying pressure in this way either-he didn't have that need, and he didn't even have to know where the girl's uncle was.

Although he had a hint of cooperation from the Minister of Magic Scrimgeour first, he still hadn't decided whether or not to help him!If it can be solved smoothly, it seems that there is no problem to help a group, but if he needs to spend more time and energy, he has the confidence not to help.

"I...I believe it," Pansy nodded, and it is rare that one day she will behave so well and quietly, "I really don't know where my uncle is. After he came out, he has never been in contact with the family... "

Maca nodded and motioned for her to continue.

"Um...but, in the dark...no, I mean, before you defeated Voldemort and Voldemort, my uncle once went home. At dinner time that day, he mentioned something about Voldemort... …" The girl said as she said, she stopped talking again and looked at Maca carefully, "Uh... would you want to listen to this?"

"Of course, just tell what you know..."

Maca shrugged, and after looking at Pansy, who was still a little uneasy, he stretched out his hand and waved towards the fireplace.In the girl's suspicion, the copper teapot resting on the iron frame in front of the fireplace suddenly floated up, and poured another warm Gordigan tea into the clean teacup flying over from the other side.

"...Like I said before, I just want you to come here just to have a chat, you can relax a little bit more." He let the teacup float towards Pansy, while soothing, "Maybe your personality is not very good, Always have some conflicts with Gryffindor-don't worry about arguing, we were also classmates before, and I have seen your way of speaking.

When Pansy wanted to say something, he interrupted her casually. After she became silent again, he continued to speak: "Even so, you haven't done any serious bad things, have you? ? I didn't want to pursue anything this time, it was really just a normal chat. That's right, just an honest chat."

After that, Maca raised his hand to indicate to her that she could continue speaking.

Maca's remarks were quite frank, and there was nothing in it.Perhaps because of his straightforwardness, Miss Parkinson's body was visibly slack and no longer as tight as it was at the beginning.

"Um... I... Where did I go?"

Well, our Miss Parkinson seemed to be a bit slack, and after Maca's openness, she almost forgot what she said earlier.

"Ah!" She thought for a while, and said in a daze, "At the dinner table, my uncle told my parents one thing. At that time, he didn't actually let go of it, but just mentioned it a little— He said, Vol...Voldemort asked them to perform a secret mission when he attacked the school. Uncle, he was one of the performers of that mission. He would not participate in the attacking team on the day of attacking the school."

"Did you say what the task is?" Maca asked curiously.

"My father asked him at the time," Pansy said and shook his head. "But he didn't say it. 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 special spell that can give magic effects to the oath, and the wizard who violates the oath will die on the spot.Maca knew that this was also a soul-related spell, which was quite powerful and difficult to crack.

"Oh, yes!" Pansy thought for a while, seemingly just remembering something, and suddenly added, "Uncle also mentioned the witness-Bellatrix Lestrange."

"Oh?"

When Maca heard it, a flash of light flashed through his mind like lightning, but it was a pity that the inspiration was so fleeting that he could not catch it.I saw him frown slightly, sinking in his mind, but found nothing.

The Bellatrix in the magical photo in the newspaper, of course, he still remembers that the mad woman was obviously somewhat strange.

At the time when she was escaping, her pretended curse performance was obviously unreasonable.At least, in normal times, she would never let go of any time when she could cast the unforgivable curse.

What horrible idea did this Voldemort leave behind?

Judging by Voldemort's character, he would not really trust someone, even if the target was Bellatrix, who was very enthusiastic about him, without any exception.If Bellatrix was really the witness of that secret mission, the mad woman must have enough reasons to convince Voldemort.

And that reason must be related to the task itself.

From beginning to end, these clues were connected in Maca's heart one by one, but there was still a link of truth missing in the middle, so that he could not see the whole thing.

"Is there anything else I want to say?"

Maca raised her head and asked Miss Parkinson again.But after a while of memories, the other party shook his head slightly, indicating that he had already said what he should say.

Yes, even though Pansy Parkinson said that there was a Death Eater who could get close to Voldemort in her family, she was also a Hogwarts student.If not during the holidays, she would not have the opportunity to go home, let alone know other things about her uncle.

When Maca saw this, after sorting out these thoughts a little, he put it aside.Pansy saw that he was no longer talking, so he took a sip from his teacup, and his eyes lit up.

As a descendant of the Parkinson family with the same good family background, she has also drunk many different types of afternoon drinks, but no matter which one is not as delicious as the cup of tea that Maca poured her.

The mellow and strong tea is slightly bitter in the mouth, but soon there is a special fragrance overflowing the mouth and nose. When the tea slips down the throat and pours into the stomach, it exudes a warmth that seems to make people melt. It's intoxicating.

"What kind of tea is this?" She subconsciously asked in a loud voice, but then she realized something, and hurriedly shrank her neck.

"Gordigan tea."

This is one of the "Lofgood's souvenirs", of course, the original taste is indeed so bad.But after two improvements by Lena and Maca, it has become a charming hot drink. Maca is now used to drinking two or three cups a day.

"What?" Pansy looked puzzled.

"Oh, don't care..." Of course she hadn't heard of it, because it was a plant found by Mr. Lovegood, and it was really useless except for making tea. "I remember, do you like Malfoy?"

"what?"

Maca's abrupt words shocked Pansy.After a moment of stunned, she turned into a mouth-opening mode again, and couldn't even speak a few times.

"It's nothing, just a little joke." Maca said, standing up, "I think about Malfoy, you probably don't want to talk to me, if there is nothing wrong, you can now Going back-remember to stop telling others about our conversation today, if you don't want to get into trouble again?"

"Uh...oh," Pansy hadn't recovered from the shock just now, only to see she also stood up from the chair in a daze, put down the tea cup, and walked towards the door blankly. "So... uh... goodbye, Professor McLean."

"Okay, goodbye!" Maca held the tea cup and watched her leave. "If you are interested in the ancient magic text lesson, you can go to the classroom to listen to it, at least I am very welcome."

After Miss Parkinson closed the door and walked away with lingering fears, Maca gradually fell into thought.Mobile users, please browse and read for a better reading experience.