Chapter 1251 Non-Existent Converter

There is no way.

Before reaching the Parkinson family's No. 83 vault, the mine cart had to stop, because it would hit the "ground" any further.

But obviously, the so-called "ground" at the bottom of this deep pit is actually just a rock platform made by goblins with magic. Not to mention the remnants of the magic wave that has not dissipated, just those goblins running back and forth on the platform are enough to explain a lot.

What's more, Maca also saw that there was a hole in the middle of the platform at the bottom of the pit, and many goblins were moving in and out of it carrying a lot of things. There is no need for Griphook to explain again, just based on the previous description, Maca can guess what they are going to move.

However, when Maca followed Griphook and jumped out of the mine cart, those goblins who were moving things stopped their movements and looked at him warily.

"Griphook! How dare you bring the wizard down here? You stupid goblin... Do you want to betray Lord Argot and our goblin family?"

While one of the goblins pointed at Griphook and complained loudly, many other goblins surrounded Maca and Mr. Parkinson in a chaotic manner, and most of them had unkind eyes.

To be honest, Mr. Parkinson feels flustered now.

Because he is naturally timid, and the goblins have never been able to match "friendliness", he is now surrounded by these dwarfs, and his scalp is a little numb.

Although many wizards look down on goblins, it must be admitted that the magic of goblins is really no worse than modern wizards.

Just when Parkinson shrunk his neck slightly under the hostile eyes of the goblins, a voice suddenly came from a certain direction outside.

"Who allowed you to be rude to the guests? Get out of the way, don't get in the way here!"

When all the goblins heard the words, they stepped back to the sides, instantly vacating an aisle. Then, Maca and Parkinson saw a goblin who was slightly taller and stronger than others of the same race suddenly appear, walking towards Maca from behind.

"Oh! Isn't this Mr. McLean? Hello, nice to meet you!" The goblin walked up to Maca and greeted Maca very enthusiastically at first, but then changed the topic again, "But to be honest, I would rather talk to you up there than here."

Although he didn't say it very bluntly, the other party's meaning was already expressed clearly—he obviously didn't welcome Maca's "unexpected arrival" at all.

However, Maca didn't care about the other party's euphemistic reminder.

"Mr. Algort, isn't it?" He looked down at the goblin president, waved his hands lightly, "Listen... If you just plan to avoid this disaster, I won't interfere with you, what do you want Where to hide has nothing to do with me. And I came down this time, not to trouble you—”

As he was speaking, he pointed to Mr. Parkinson beside him, and then continued:

"You see, this is the current Patriarch of the Parkinson family. And I, this time, I want to ask him to find something in his family's vault, that's all. After we have gone to No. 83 vault, what should you do? Continue to do whatever you want, including 'cleaning up' the wealth that has been interrupted, that is also your freedom."

"So," Maca paused for a moment before asking, "Can we go there now?"

But in front of him, the president of Gringotts, Algort, stared at him with his neck up, and said with a little hesitation:

"Mr. McLean...Are you sure you won't interfere in our lives? As far as I know, you and your subordinates are currently quite short of manpower. Even if the Federation comes to support, it may not be enough to secure the victory, right?"

When Maca heard this, he immediately understood what this guy was worried about - this Algot was worried that Maca might ask them to join the fairies in the fight against Haierbo.

And war is definitely one of the things that goblins are most opposed to today, not one of them.

After all, their kingdom was destroyed in the war between wizards and wizards, and the battle between Maca and Haierbo this time may be even worse than the previous one.

"Don't worry!" Maca thought for a while, and said calmly, "To be honest, even if I forcibly drag your goblins into it, it won't have much impact on the current situation. Therefore, I think You can relax a bit, whether to observe the situation again, or to hide immediately, it’s fine.”

"Is that so..."

Although Maca's words were somewhat contemptuous of the goblins, but Argot knew it in his heart, knowing that Maca's words could be regarded as telling the truth.

That despicable Hai Erbo, an ancient black wizard, is afraid that anyone who sees him will be secretly terrified. It is not a humiliating thing to be inferior to such an old monster who has lived for thousands of years.

"Okay!" Argot nodded, "Mr. McLean, you are also a world-renowned figure, I hope you will not break your promise in the future. Then... please! Vault 83, you can go there at any time."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the goblin Griphook who was in a daze on the other side of Maca, then waved his hand at the surrounding clansmen, frowned and said sharply:

"It's gone, it's all gone! Get on with your business—don't waste Mr. McLean's precious time here!"

After all, Argot didn't dare to provoke Maca... Just kidding, a guy who can fight the ancient black wizard for so long without being damaged, who would dare to make trouble with him!

But at this moment, Maca suddenly seemed to think of something, and suddenly said:

"By the way! Mr. Algort, do you have a time-turner?"

"Time-Turner?"

As the head of Gringotts, Algort is very clear about many kinds of treasures in this world, and he naturally knows what a Time Converter is.

But unfortunately, seeing him quickly shook his head and said:

"Someone may have stored the Time-Turner in our Gringotts vault, but as long as it doesn't pass directly through our hands, we have no way of knowing. And in our own collections... I'm sure there is none .”

Having said that, he turned to say:

"Mr. McLean, do you need to find a time-turner? Then...why don't you go directly to the Ministry of Magic? As far as I know, there are at least twenty more stored in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic."

"Obviously, I've been there."

Maca spread his hands, and without saying anything else, he beckoned Mr. Parkinson and Griphook to the big hole in the middle of the platform.

"Griphook, continue to Vault 83—lead the way!"

When Maca left, Argot's eyes flicked over the goblin Griphook again, but he shook his head after all, ignoring Griphook whose mind was controlled by Maca.

As long as that McClain can get out of here early, whatever! Even being controlled by a clansman is not a big deal.

After a while.

"Mr. Parkinson, have you found it?"

"Uh...sorry, not yet."

Out of the most basic courtesy, Maca only stood at the door of the vault to avoid suspicion. But even though he didn't go in, his feeling for the vault was uninterrupted from the beginning to the end.

There are indeed many messy treasures hidden in the vault of the Parkinson family. Even though the life of their family is so tight, there are still many valuable collections in the vault.

It seems that if they are willing to take out the collection and sell it, at least Pansy's generation will be able to live in peace and stability.

However, Maca didn't find any magical fluctuations similar to the time converter - he didn't perceive the obscurity and strictness of the time rules.

Therefore, unless the Parkinson family put the Time Converter in some kind of closed container that can shield the magic power from escaping, otherwise there is no more.

"Sure enough... Is Pansy's mother just talking nonsense?"

In fact, Vanessa couldn't be said to be talking nonsense, remembering that she didn't say a word of affirmation at that time, and in the end she just asked her husband to come to the vault to "look for it".

However, every word she said at that time was obviously intentionally or unintentionally amplifying the possibility of having a time converter, and she never denied it once.

"Well," Maca curled her lips, and secretly said in her heart, "I hope you can get it out in the end, or—"

Even with Pansy's little face, Maca's patience is quite limited at the moment, and now he will be anxious with anyone who delays his time.

Just thinking about it, Maca saw that Mr. Parkinson finally walked out of the vault, and said regretfully:

"Mr. McLean, that...really not."

"Then let's go!" Maca waved, "You don't have to stay in the Ministry of Magic anymore, I'll take you home... Besides, I think it's very necessary for me to talk to your wife again."

"Uh... Mr. McLean?" Parkinson glanced at him cautiously, "Your tone... seems a bit scary?"

When Maca heard this, he could only squeeze out a dry smile at the timid middle-aged man, and said casually:

"Is there? You must be thinking too much!"

After getting into the mine car, Maca urged Mr. Parkinson to get up quickly, and then the ring puller pushed the lever again and drove back along the railroad track.

This trip to Gringotts was obviously fruitless. Although it didn't take too much time because Maca hurried all the way, it was still a waste of time.

So now, Maca is a little annoyed.

When passing the previous rock platform, Maca didn't intend to stop at all, and left quickly after changing the mine cart.

Algot looked up at his leaving figure, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief—whether it was Hai Erbo or this Maca McLean, he didn't want to see either of them!