The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 292 Mr. Parkinson's Visit

Chapter 292 Mr. Parkinson's Visit

Tuesday morning was sunny and bright. Although it was still winter, with Valentine's Day approaching, spring was slowly drawing near.

The students beamed with joy, eagerly anticipating Valentine's Day. Of course, most of them were filled with longing and anticipation for romance.

However, this was not the case for Miss Hamilton.

She was sitting rather cautiously in her office, while a young man in a suit stood opposite her.

"Long time no see, Professor Hamilton. How have you been?"

"I've been doing pretty well lately! Minister Scrinzer gave us a vacation, and I just recently went to Romania to see the dragons."

"You know, right? It's the kind that can breathe fire!"

Looking at the enthusiastic Mr. Parkinson, Loila pursed her lips and sighed.

I never expected to be woken up by Mr. Parkinson's so early in the morning.

Why is he here? The reason is actually quite simple: Loila had promised him an autograph.

Our Mr. Parkinson seems to be preparing to give Loyla's autographed book as a Valentine's Day gift to his sister.

Shouldn't this be a Christmas present? Why is it related to Valentine's Day? And why would a brother give his sister a present on Valentine's Day?

However, it was clear that Mr. Parkinson's mind was not on any gifts at the moment; he was happily telling Loira what he had done on his holiday.

Traveling—something I'm destined never to do—but I might consider it if I went with Luna.

The white noise was very effective, and Roy started thinking about other things.

She didn't come to her senses until she heard Mr. Parkinson cough.

"I'm so sorry!" Although I don't know what he said, an apology is definitely helpful.

"Ah—no need for apologies, Professor Hamilton." Mr. Parkinson shrugged. "Does our relationship even need one?"

"You're the most outgoing pure-blood wizard I've ever met—" Loila's lips twitched as she said, "Then—"

Then how about I do it now—"

"Hurry up and write the signature, then I need to prepare for class"—with this thought in mind, Loila took out her quill pen.

"No, no, no, no." But Parkinson suddenly shook his head, then pulled up a chair and slowly sat down.

As he slowly sat down, the smiling expression on his face turned into a rather serious one.

"I hope that you are the only one who hears and knows what Professor Hamilton is about to say."

"Gurgle." Loila's sleeve swayed slightly.

I believe Miss Nagini should be considered a snake, right?

Loila nodded guiltily.

But what is it? Why is Mr. Parkinson suddenly so serious? It's a bit unexpected, considering that Loira's impression of him has always been that he's not very serious.

The few times he was serious were actually not very serious.

"This matter concerns your family, Professor Hamilton." Parkinson paused and coughed. "Before the holidays, I found an interesting file in the department."

"It's about your father."

His words made Loila's ears twitch, and she felt a little uneasy.

"The following topic may make you uncomfortable, but I need to ask clearly," Parkinson said, bowing slightly. "I hope you can understand."

"Hmm."

"Your father is Philip Kashy Loplius Hamilton, right?"

"Hmm—Hmm!" Loila nodded gently.

"He died in 1935, right?"

"Hmm...hmm!" Loila bit her lip nervously, her fingers tapping lightly on the table.

"You have no immediate family members after your father passed away, right?"

"Yes—yes."

"After that, you attended Durmstrang College until you graduated—and then disappeared in 1942." Parkinson paused. "According to Grindelwald's testimony, it was because of the activities of the Mughal Party, right?"

"No—that's right." The more Roy listened, the more confused he became. Weren't these things his own experiences? Although they weren't quite the same as the truth, what was the problem?

"So you know what?" Parkinson raised an eyebrow and lowered his voice: "From 1935 to 1942—you were the first in line to the Hamilton family."

"Huh?" Loila was stunned, then blinked.

"I am... the heir to the Hamilton family?"

“That’s right.” Parkinson nodded slightly. “Your father, Mr. Philip Hamilton, was the eldest son of Mr. Alloy Hamilton, and he was the heir to the Hamilton family before his death.”

"And as his only son, you should logically be the first heir to the Hamilton family." Parkinson paused, then continued, "According to my investigation—after your father's death..."

"You didn't return to England but stayed in Germany—" Parkinson said, a slightly confused look on his face. "So it seems you don't know anything about the succession, do you?"

"It seems so—yes—" Loila felt a little confused. According to Mr. Parkinson, am I actually the heir of the Hamilton family?

But I don't think I had time to inherit any family business back then.

"After you disappeared in 1942, Alloy died in 1945, and then your uncle, Edward, your father's brother, inherited the Hamilton family." Parkinson paused, "But the prerequisite for the inheritance was—you were already dead."

"Please forgive me for saying this, but it was a generally accepted fact at the time," Parkinson said, tapping the table. "But now it seems—you are not dead."

"In other words, Edward's inheritance is not in accordance with—the law." Parkinson blinked. "Miss Hamilton, do you understand what I mean?"

"You mean—I am the current head of the Hamilton family?" Roy felt like this was some kind of new scam—was Mr. Parkinson going to ask him about inheritance tax next?

However, it was clear that Mr. Parkinson did not say that. He had previously nodded slightly and said, "I suggest you talk to your family—after all, this is your legal right."

"I also hope you'll keep this a secret," Parkinson said with a smile. "Mainly the part about me."

"It's just that you suddenly remembered it, it's definitely not because some talkative Auror from the Ministry of Magic said it."

"I—I understand—" Loila's head was still a bit of a mess—after all, she had suddenly become the heir or something—why didn't anyone tell her?

Have they forgotten too?

Seeing Loila's bewildered expression, Parkinson chuckled, shrugged, and then seemed to revert to his previous demeanor: "So, big families are just a hassle, right?"

"It took me a long time just to figure out how many uncles and nephews I have."

"However, there aren't actually that many people in the Hamilton family—after all, many of them are still unmarried—by the way, could your cousin Peterson help introduce someone?"

"I have several aunts who are not married yet—" As he spoke, he seemed to remember something and took out a book from his pocket.

"Ah, I almost forgot!" He slapped his forehead. "There was also an autograph."

"Professor Hamilton, could you please sign your name here and write 'Happy Valentine's Day' while you're at it?"

Please!

Well!

Don't change the subject so quickly! I was just thinking about the inheritance of a family with millions of Galleons!

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