boyutpedia Chapter 324 Parkinson's Return
Chapter 324 Parkinson's Return
Chapter 324 Parkinson's Return
"Ah—it's been a long time, Professor Hamilton!"
"Actually, it hasn't been that long. We just met last week—but that was for personal matters. This time it's for serious business."
"Oh right, I heard about what happened earlier—oh dear, how could that Peterson be so wicked! Luckily, Professor Hamilton, you're very capable; you took him down easily and sent him to Azkaban."
"Ahem, getting back to the point, I'm here today about the Hamilton family—I think you already know, right?"
"Headmaster Dumbledore must have already informed you that you are now the head of the Hamilton family!"
Wow, that's amazing! This must be an incredible family, just look at their wealth—"
"Professor Hamilton, say something! Professor Hamilton?"
Looking at Mr. Parkinson's, who was talking non-stop, Loila gave a pale, weak smile.
"Hahaha—that's great—that's great—"
The sun is so warm at Hogwarts today, but why can't I feel any warmth at all?
Loila sat at her desk, her expression indescribably blank.
"You don't seem very happy..." Parkinson seemed to notice this, and he pursed his lips and lowered his voice: "I know that inheriting so much wealth at once is a bit of a burden."
"But believe me, you'll be very happy in a few days—"
"No—no—" Loila pursed her lips and said, "I just—I just don't want to inherit—what Hamilton family—"
"Huh?" Parkinson paused, taken aback. "Does not wanting to inherit mean—you don't want to be the head of the family?"
"Hmm—hmm!" Loila nodded seriously. "Can I—can I give up?"
"Give up?" Parkinson looked at Loila with a strange expression. He carefully examined her from head to toe, and then reached out and patted his face.
"I'm not dreaming."
Is it really that strange?! Is it really true that no one wins the lottery and then doesn't claim it out of fear? I feel like I'm that kind of person!
Loila looked at Parkinson with displeasure and said, "You're not dreaming—Mr. Parkinson."
"That's exactly what I think—"
"Think about it—suddenly—suddenly having dozens more people to take care of—isn't that—terrible?"
"Dozens?" Parkinson raised an eyebrow. "Actually, it's more than a hundred, isn't it?"
"Ugh!" Loila's face turned even paler. "Please—please, Mr. Parkinson—I don't want to inherit—inherit the Hamilton family!"
"Miss Hamilton—it's no use begging me—aren't you the head of the family?" Parkinson said, half-laughing and half-crying. "If you really don't want to inherit—just pick someone else to replace you."
"Just pick one—choose one?" Loila paused for a moment.
“That’s right.” Parkinson shrugged. “Theoretically speaking—as the head of the family, you have the right to designate anyone to inherit the Hamilton family.”
"Of course," Parkinson corrected, "it has to be human."
I doubt anyone would specify an animal or anything like that.
"Does it need to be—a member of the Hamilton family?" Loila asked after thinking for a moment, "Like a surname or something—"
"I haven't heard of that," Parkinson shrugged. "You could even choose me if you wanted."
Do you think I'm good enough?
"Hmm."
"Haha, just kidding," Parkinson chuckled. "You can think about it some more, Miss Hamilton."
"Or—if you really don't want to manage it, you can hand it over to someone you can trust." Parkinson shrugged. "For example, let her manage it, and you can continue being a professor."
His words made Loila's eyes light up—this seemed like a good idea—and as for an agent—she already had someone in mind.
"But besides the Hamilton family matter, there's something else I need to tell you." Seeing that she seemed to understand something, Parkinson shrugged, touched the lining of his robe, and then took out a small box from inside.
"What is this?!" Loila came to her senses and carefully took the box. Could there be a bomb inside?
Or perhaps it's a curse—the kind that turns your hands black and then spreads throughout your body as soon as you open it?
"This is the key to your father, Mr. Philip Hamilton's, Gringotts vault," Parkinson said slowly. "After his death, according to regulations, the key should be given to you."
"But because you are still a minor, the key is being held by the German Ministry of Magic—" Parkinson paused, "but Miss Hamilton, you know—"
"You disappeared when you were eighteen, so I didn't have time to give you the key, and it's been sitting there ever since." Parkinson smiled. "It's so great to see it returned to its rightful owner."
This is Dad's—Gringotts key—Loila looked at the box and pursed her lips.
"Have they already... already taken the Galon from inside?"
"I don't know," Parkinson raised an eyebrow. "But according to the rules, it shouldn't be allowed."
"Probably not."
Why did you repeat yourself so uncertainly? — Loira looked at him and pursed her lips, saying, "Um — thank you very much for your help —"
"You're welcome, it's just work."
"No—it's not just that." Loila pursed her lips, raised her head slightly, and smiled at Parkinson. "I'm also very grateful to Mr. Parkinson for telling me about the successor."
"Thank you so much."
"Professor Hamilton—" Parkinson paused as he looked at Loila's smile, and stopped himself from saying what he was about to say. He suddenly looked up and scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Don't say that, Professor Hamilton—didn't you also sign my sister's autograph?"
Ah—I almost forgot about that—could you please return my thanks?
However, there's also the matter of patents—I should thank Mr. Parkinson too.
Hearing Loila say this, Parkinson was taken aback.
"You really don't need to thank me for this, Professor Hamilton," he said, scratching his face. "This is all thanks to Headmaster Dumbledore."
“It’s usually a lot of trouble to deal with these kinds of things—you know, there’s evidence, procedures and all that—” Parkinson said, shaking his head. “But Dumbledore somehow got hold of Peterson’s memories.”
"With this evidence, things will be much easier—and we've also learned about Peterson's past service to that person—"
"Ah—Professor Hamilton should know about the memory thing, right? After all, Headmaster Dumbledore said it was thanks to some kind of magic circle prop, something like a headband—"
What are you babbling about?! I have absolutely no recollection of this! Did this happen while I was unconscious?
Memory Ring, you've betrayed me so many times already—wait—this whole thing seems to have been for my sake too—but that's not a reason for you to serve Dumbledore!
And because of this, don't I now owe Dumbledore a favor?
"No way!" Loila covered her head, looking quite troubled.
Oh no—I feel like I'm going to get a fever again if this keeps up—
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