Chapter 1249

The door to the main hall finally opened, but only mother came out of it.

"Where's Professor McLean?"

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

"Hmm?" she was forced to stop and glanced at pansy. "Get out of the way. I have something urgent to do... Mr. McLean has just left for your father."

After saying something casually, Mrs. Parkinson reached out and pulled pansy aside and walked quickly to the side door of the hall.

Seeing this, pansy hurriedly caught up with her mother and walked along the road:

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

When Vanessa heard this, she looked at her daughter again.

"Did McLean tell 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, she saw that Vanessa immediately waved and interrupted:

"Really? Since he doesn't want to tell you, don't ask... Well, I have to say, you've done quite well. This time it's a small opportunity for our Parkinson's family. But obviously, he's far from treating you as his own person, so you need to work harder... Understand?"

These words, in Vanessa's mouth, can actually be regarded as praise, but the last sentence, coincidentally and skillfully, poked a place that pansy cares about most now.

Yeah! Can she be regarded as Maka's "own person" now?

"But... He said that even if it was Granger and Potter, they would be the same?"

"Is it really 'the same'?" Vanessa shook her head. "The mud seed... And the useless Savior, I know both of them. Think about it, they have been friends with that McLean from the beginning, just like you?"

After a little meal, she turned a corner along the corridor, and then continued:

"Pansy, don't think about these useless things. If you have time, you'd better think about how to further please McLean! I don't want you to hook up with him, because people probably don't like your capital... It's enough for you to become a student he trusts as much as possible for the sake of our Parkinson family!"

"By the way, it's better to promote several more good deals like today -"

At this point, Vanessa and pansy's mother and daughter just came to the end along the corridor. The former even took out her wand and gently scratched it on the door.

The next moment, the tightly closed door opened slowly, revealing a passage to the underground.

"... mother," pansy stopped hesitantly when she saw that Vanessa was about to go down, "what are you doing in such a hurry to come to the vault at home? What Professor McLean wants... Isn't it on his father's side?"

"Did I say that?" said Vanessa, without looking back. "I just said that your professor McLean had just gone to your father, but I didn't say that what he wanted was over there."

"What?"

Although pansy wanted to continue questioning, Mrs. Parkinson had gone deep into the channel. She was never allowed to go in and out of the underground vault at home.

After all, she has always been the daughter of Parkinson's family and will be married out sooner or later with the surname of her future husband's family. At that time, unless all the male heirs in the family die, the most precious family property below will have nothing to do with her.

"Mother, what's the idea?"

Looking at the slightly dark passage, pansy couldn't help worrying - no matter what her mother was going to do, she was worried about whether it would annoy Professor McLean.

But in fact, she didn't know that they didn't have what Maka wanted. Her mother was going to get it from others temporarily!

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To tell the truth, it's not just pansy, but even Marca didn't expect Mrs. Parkinson to make such a big circle with herself.

At present, while Pan Xi 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's? Which Parkinson?"

Maka stopped several people by the fountain pool in the atrium, but they were all at a loss. However, because it was Marca McLean who held him, he didn't impatiently say he didn't know, but was still desperately remembering which head of the Department was surnamed "Parkinson".

It must be said that as the current owner of the Parkinson family, pansy's father is probably the worst owner of the holy 28. Now, it is estimated that even Neville, the youngest owner of the Longbottom family, is much more famous than Mr. Parkinson.

But Maka still remembered Mr. Parkinson's position. Seeing him think a little, she quickly said:

"It's the deputy chief of the ghost office, remember? I just went to his office, but the floor is almost empty... Do you know where he might be?"

Maka looked at them one by one until he was going to ask someone else. It seemed that a thin male wizard in the middle suddenly said:

"Oh! It's that guy... I think, I really want to... Yes, I seem to see him occasionally in the archives of the magical biological control department!"

"Really?" Maka nodded. "I'll go and have a look... Thanks."

The man watched Maka leave in a hurry. He was stunned at first, but then he happily said to several colleagues as if he had won a grand prize:

"Do you hear me? Mr. McLean thanked me! Oh, Merlin's beard... That Marca McLean said 'thank you'..."

Another colleague stared at him and said:

"Since he is so excited to thank him, why don't you go outside to help him resist the black wizard? If you die, your Mr. McLean may bow to you!"

In fact, Maka Maka heard their short conversation, but now he doesn't even have the ability to smile bitterly, so he just doesn't hear it.

When he took the magic elevator to the fourth floor, as soon as the elevator door opened, he smelled a strong smell of existence in the air.

Yes, he had smelled it the first time he came up.

It is reasonable to say that although this is the magic biological management and control department, it is only an office space. However, there will inevitably be magical animals in and out here. Over time, the smell will be more and more difficult to remove.

He walked along the corridor for two steps. After a while, he passed the ghost office he had entered before, and kept walking until he came to the end of the corridor.

He glanced at the sign nailed to the wall at random. He immediately waved his backhand, and the door of the archives immediately opened.

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

As soon as she shouted, Maka saw a head sticking out from behind a stall and looked at him with her glasses.

"HMM... yes! Yes! What can I do for you?"

"Oh, Hello, I'm Marca McLean," Marca saw and immediately went up to shake hands with him, "In fact, I just visited your house and talked to your wife for a moment - I want to borrow something from your Parkinson family. Your wife said it might be in the Treasury of gulingge, so I'm going to escort you to look for it. If I can find it, I can rent or buy it... By the way, this is a message your wife wrote to you."

"Guling Pavilion... Isn't it?"

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

Opposite him, Maka looked at the middle-aged wizard who looked exquisite in appearance and clothes and even could be called handsome, but his behavior seemed a little timid. She couldn't help wondering.

Is this really the current owner of the Parkinson's family?

There is no doubt that there is a great gap between this and the owners of any family he has met. Apart from the momentum of being the master of the family, it seems that even ordinary men lack the spirit they should have.

Just when Maka hesitated secretly, he saw the other party muttering while looking at the letter:

"It's true that Vanessa... She knows what's in the vault most? She can't remember it one day... Hmm? What? Time and time converter? We still have such things in our home?"

When Maka heard the speech, she frowned gently at once.