The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 554 Mr. Parkinson's Leisure Holiday

My name is Edward Parkinson, from the ancient pure-blood family, the Parkinson family—and my current status is—I'm preparing for the Hogwarts professor exam.

In other words, I'm a staff member who is officially taking exams—of course, that's what they say, but most of the time I'm lying on the sofa reading or playing with Pu Rongrong.

"Edward, are you going to stay this lazy and good-for-nothing forever?"

"Relax—relax!" Edward Parkinson said, lying on the sofa, trying to comfort his angry mother.

"There's nothing I can do about being expelled from the Ministry of Magic, right?" He shrugged, looking indifferent.

Seeing him like this, his mother said with exasperation, "You should really thank your surname. If it weren't for this surname, you might have been a homeless person long ago."

"How was I supposed to know Fudge was so petty? I was just—just trying to help Professor Hamilton a little," Edward said with a shrug. "And he just fired me."

"You are a disgrace to the family!" Edward's mother couldn't help but say. "It's one thing to associate with that Professor Hamilton who isn't pure-blooded, but to make a fool of yourself by getting expelled is even worse."

Do you know how disgraceful your father is?

"Ah—ah—I know, I know." Edward rolled over and changed his position, teasing Pu Rongrong: "I should have watched Professor Hamilton get wronged and thrown into Azkaban."

"That's exactly what you should do," his mother said, pursing her lips. "Or rather, it doesn't matter how you do it."

"Because Professor Hamilton's release has nothing to do with you, does it?"

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Edward was momentarily speechless after hearing this. He pursed his lips, turned to his mother, and said, "That's really hurtful of you to say that—"

"If you really feel hurt, then adjust your attitude."

"What kind of person lies here all day?"

"Can you set a good example for Pansy?"

"Pansy?" Edward rolled his eyes and said, "She doesn't even reply to a single letter I write."

"I don't have this sister anymore—once I become the head of the Parkinson's family, I will immediately expel her from the family."

"I don't care whether she goes to the Hamilton family or the Malfoy family or something."

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His rambling made his mother sigh helplessly, then she shook her head and left.

Edward Parkinson, lying on the sofa in the room, continued to lie there as if he hadn't heard anything.

After a while of silence, he suddenly sat up, tossed Pu Rongrong aside, and quickly sat down at his desk.

He carefully looked around, then closed the door before taking a letter out from under his desk.

"To Professor Dumbledore—that's all for now regarding the other pure-blood families—please contact me if you need any further information, and I'm happy to assist you in any way I can—"

As he wrote, he kept glancing around.

That's right, his dejected appearance just now was just a disguise. In fact, Edward Parkinson contacted Dumbledore immediately after being expelled from the Ministry of Magic.

Headmaster Dumbledore seemed very interested in the attitudes of the pure-blood families, and thus constantly exchanged letters with Edward. Each time, in order to send these letters, he had to pretend to write to his ill-tempered sister.

Even if it's a fake letter, you should at least reply to it, right?

Does someone who doesn't reply to my letters even consider me their older brother?

Edward sighed helplessly at the thought of it.

But you know what? On the surface, he's a stay-at-home, unemployed rich kid who lives off others, but in reality, he's a key member of the Order of the Phoenix under Headmaster Dumbledore—that kind of contrasting identity is pretty cool!

It has to be said that Edward felt this job was more suitable for him than the job at the Ministry of Magic—of course, the job at the Ministry of Magic was actually quite good, since he spent most of his time in the office drinking coffee and reading the newspaper.

You can also earn some pocket money on the side.

Ahem— Edward Parkinson coughed and quickly sealed the letter. Then he took out another letter he had written in advance from his desk.

"Snap." He snapped his fingers and said, "Helvi!"

"Young Master."

A house-elf appeared beside him and bowed slightly: "What are your orders?"

"Send these letters to Hogwarts—to my sister," Edward said slowly, handing the two letters to the house-elf.

"Understood, young master." Helvey didn't ask any more questions, but simply took the letter and bowed slightly. However, to Parkinson's surprise, he didn't leave immediately.

"What's wrong, Helvey?" Edward raised an eyebrow and asked, "Did Mother send you a message again?"

"No, young master," Helvey nodded slightly and said, "I have a reply from you here."

"A letter from Miss Pansy."

"Huh?" Edward was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, then showed an incredulous expression.

"Pansy?" he asked again, confirming, "Is it my sister's Pansy?"

"As far as I know, it's Miss Pansy." The house-elf seemed used to his mannerisms, and he bowed slightly, saying, "Here is a letter from her to you."

With that, he placed a letter on Edward's desk and said, "Farewell."

"Clatter".

The house-elf vanished from the spot, while Parkinson remained sitting there, stiff and unresponsive.

His face was full of disbelief.

Pansy actually replied to my email?

she----

Since she became a student at Hogwarts, Edward didn't recall them ever speaking to each other again, not even during holidays, she was unwilling to say much to him.

The conversation usually revolved around Professor Hamilton—the rest of the time she looked at me with a very disgusted expression—

She used to really like me, and even said she wanted to be my bride—well, these things are all memories now.

But whatever the case—she actually wrote a letter to herself now, was it to comfort herself after learning that she had lost her job?

Edward pursed his lips, a little touched, and then slowly picked up the letter.

My name was indeed written on the envelope—it didn't seem to have been sent to the wrong address.

And the handwriting is indeed Pansy's—it seems it wasn't forged by someone else.

Edward finally breathed a sigh of relief after carefully examining the letter, then opened it with a smile.

Then let me see what you want to say, little sister.

"Edward, have you been free lately?"

"If you're free, come to Hogwarts this weekend—Professor Hamilton seems to have something to discuss with you."

Well, this letter only had two lines, leaving Edward, who read it, at a loss for words.

She wouldn't even call me "brother".

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