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Chapter 236 Taking Advantage of a Loophole
Chapter 236 Taking Advantage of a Loophole
Seeing Loila's silence, Parkinson raised an eyebrow and raised his wand to close the window.
"What I mean is—"
"This is what the rules say if a magical creature doesn't have an owner."
"But if—the magical creatures have owners, the situation is a little different." Parkinson said with a smile, "Then all we need to do is negotiate and pay them some Galleons."
"Hmm?" Loila felt like she understood what he meant—Mr. Parkinson meant that if the unicorn had an owner, there would be no need to worry.
But—unicorns don't have owners, do they? Does Hagrid count?
"That Hagrid—"
"Hagrid won't do." Parkinson understood what Loira meant, and he immediately shook his head, saying, "Hagrid and Mr. Malfoy don't get along well."
"And he—" Parkinson raised an eyebrow and said, "already has quite a few dangerous magical creatures."
"You should know that if it weren't for Hagrid being at Hogwarts..."
"Just the fact that he keeps so many strange and dangerous magical creatures is enough to give the Ministry of Magic a run for its money—" Parkinson didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear.
No way—what's wrong with your Ministry of Magic? Why are you ignoring a terrorist and instead arresting some kind, charismatic middle-aged man, or meddling in magical creatures injuring people?
Loila didn't know what to say about the Ministry of Magic—she could only say that Lord Grindelwald was right!
Unaware of Loila's thoughts, Parkinson sighed: "So the department's current idea is—"
"You have become the master of the unicorn."
"Huh?" Loila was taken aback. I've become the owner of a unicorn?
You didn't even ask for my opinion, did you ask the unicorn for its opinion?
Moreover, I've already formed some kind of connection with the unicorn—we're not just in a simple superior-subordinate relationship.
Seemingly noticing that Loila's condition was a bit strange, Parkinson coughed and asked, "Professor Hamilton, have you fainted again?"
"I—I didn't."
"That's good—I thought what happened just now was too complicated and you would faint." He said with a smile.
What are you laughing at?!
"I just—" Loila thought for a moment and explained, "I already—already have a relationship with the unicorn. So it's your mount? Then it's alright. No wonder you rode a unicorn during the battle with—and the Death Eaters."
"That's all right then, we'll inform Mr. Malfoy—"
"No, no, no, no!" Loila quickly waved her hands and said, "Me and the unicorn—it's not that kind of thing—"
That kind of relationship.
"We're... colleagues?"
"Hmm?" Parkinson's lips twitched slightly. "If you and the unicorn are colleagues—that probably wouldn't be appropriate, would it?"
"That definitely won't work, will it?"
"Wait a minute—is the unicorn a professor at Hogwarts?" Parkinson nodded thoughtfully. "That does seem like a possibility. If the unicorn is considered a Hogwarts employee, then there's no need for execution or anything like that."
"Perhaps only compensation is needed—do unicorns have property?"
Parkinson muttered to himself, then looked up: "So, did Headmaster Dumbledore know that he and the unicorn were colleagues?"
"Ugh————"
It seems I don't know—and that colleague thing was just something I made up—Loila actually doesn't know what her relationship with the unicorn is either.
Are we friends?
But I haven't confirmed with the unicorn yet, so a master-servant relationship is even more impossible—so the unicorn and I are actually—actually strangers?
But unicorns aren't human—
Seeing that Loila's thoughts were a bit confused, Parkinson shook his head and said, "Anyway, Professor Hamilton."
"You'd better resolve this before Halloween—that is, soon."
"If this matter really escalates to Wisengamo—" he raised an eyebrow, "then it will be more troublesome."
Wait a minute—Loila seemed to remember something and said, "Dumbledore—Dumbledore isn't Wizengamot—"
"But he's also the headmaster of Hogwarts," Parkinson said in a low voice. "Even if he wanted to help Hagrid, he couldn't."
"He needs to avoid suspicion."
You're utterly useless, Dumbledore! You gave Hagrid all sorts of assurances back then—and in the end, you couldn't deliver on any of them!
"Honestly, having a unicorn as a pet is pretty cool," Parkinson shrugged. "Besides, it's common knowledge that you ride a unicorn."
"So if it's you, Mr. Malfoy probably can't say anything."
"Hmm—" Loila remained silent for a long time, seemingly only able to nod in agreement. It seemed she needed to ask the unicorn what it thought—her recent magic array items could apparently be used now—
But can that magic circle item really be used by magical creatures?
Seemingly having finished discussing important matters, Parkinson breathed a sigh of relief and then opened the window.
"Professor Hamilton————"
"Um?"
"I heard your cousin is also a professor here, is that right?"
Ah—it's Peterson—
Loila nodded slightly.
"I see—" Parkinson nodded thoughtfully. "What do you think of him?"
"Very...mild?"
Loila thought for a moment and then said, "And she's very good to me—very good to me."
"That's good." Parkinson smiled happily. "After all, we always have to go home, don't we?"
'
"Although I also dislike my family members, you know, Professor Hamilton, they always have some strange ideas. When they see something, they don't think about whether it's useful or not, but whether it meets the requirements of a pure-blood wizard—"
Ah—Mr. Parkinson's is at it again—
Loila looked down at the tips of her boots, wondering how she should tell the unicorn about it—becoming its master or something sounded so strange.
"What do you think, Professor Hamilton?"
"Hmm? Hmm-hmm--" Loila nodded subconsciously.
"That's great." Parkinson nodded happily. "My sister still thinks I'm lying to her."
"This time I can finally show off my older brother's authority in front of her."
Ah—Mr. Parkinson's isn't having an easy time either—wait, what did I just promise?
Loila abruptly looked up at Parkinson: "That—just now—"
"Don't go back on your word!" Parkinson blinked, seemingly realizing something, and said, "I've checked it twice."
"It's confirmed—what?" Loila asked in a low voice.
"Didn't you really hear me?" Parkinson paused for a moment, then sighed helplessly, "My sister, who doesn't study hard, is your fan."
"She wants a book signed by you."
"I've been telling her that you and I have a good relationship." He scratched his head. "You can help me with this, right?"
Is it my autographed book?
Does anyone actually want this? — And my signature is awful!
Loila instinctively wanted to refuse, but under Mr. Parkinson's expectant gaze—she reluctantly clenched her sleeves and nodded.
"Thank you so much for your autograph, Professor Hamilton!"
Keep your voice down!