After being stunned for a moment, Regulus put the porcelain cup filled with expensive black tea to his lips, took a sip gently, and then said slowly: "Mr. Aiken, it's really my turn to not understand...
…”
Looking at the elegant posture of the other party, Old Aiken frowned silently. These British guys will miss their own elegance and the tea cup that they will never put down even until they die.
He cleared his throat: "Blake, we are all smart people, so there is no need to play charades, right?"
Regulus didn't mind that the other party repeated what he had just said. He still held the tea cup gracefully: "It is precisely because of my honesty that I told you clearly that I don't understand."
This time it was Old Aiken's turn to be confused. According to his son's description, the tattoo on the forearm of the pretender must be the Dark Mark. And from the information he knew, this Death Eater represented by the Dark Mark
, that is, a pure-blood radical organization in the UK, and their masters are always mysterious.
Although the association behind him had cooperated with Death Eaters, Old Aiken did not know who the master of the Death Eaters was. He did get the news that the god master was missing. There are two theories in the association. One is that the mysterious
While studying some kind of terrible black magic, the owner was backlashed and his soul dissipated. Secondly, that person was eliminated by an extremely powerful wizard.
The Death Eaters have not made any big moves for nearly a year. As far as Old Aiken knows, even the people they have installed in the British Ministry of Magic no longer operate their forces.
The Regulus in front of him was one of the leaders of the Death Eaters, so when old Aiken discovered the Dark Mark, he immediately came over to verify it. However, the other party's appearance did not look like he was lying to himself.
Is he pretending?
Old Aiken, who was unsure of the other party's condition, hesitated for a while before deciding to clarify his purpose.
"Blake, I hope you won't forget the promise you made to the association." He said it half as a reminder and half as a threat, and then told his son's experience.
Regulus gently stroked the smooth tea cup and said slowly: "Of course I will never forget the promise, but the specific matters have always been decided by the master... And I don't understand what you said about returning, the master has never left.
"
A tough talk... Old Aiken was not prepared to expose the other party, so he said: "That's perfect... but how do you explain the Dark Mark?"
Regulus replied: "That's not one of our members - Old Aiken, look away from your suspicious eyes. We don't need to take action against your son. What's the purpose? What's the profit?"
Who knows, your master is a neurotic guy to begin with... Old Aiken cursed, not believing what the other party said. He had already decided to spend a lot of money to hire someone to give his son a good check-up after he went back.
"Blake, regardless of whether you did it or not, I came here specifically to remind you—"
"Thank you for the reminder..." Regulus narrowed his eyes slightly, "But Death Eaters never accept threats..."
Old Aiken sneered secretly, feeling a little disdainful of the other party's behavior.
His master is nowhere to be found, yet he still has to maintain his poor self-esteem...
He had never looked down upon the British wizarding community. Old Aiken had always believed that except for Dumbledore, there was no wizard worthy of taking seriously.
Look at the Black family in front of him. If it weren't for the cooperative relationship between the Association and the Death Eaters, and if the other party's bloodline wasn't old enough and pure, he wouldn't have a relationship with the other party - after the whereabouts of the Death Eater's master were unknown,
The relationship between the two parties has begun to fade.
When Old Aiken came in, he also saw the decoration of the other party's home. Unlike his own luxurious and spacious mansion, this place was dark and old-fashioned, and the other party didn't have much intention to change it.
Just like the old house elf who came up to serve tea just now, the ancient pure-blood family only had such a servant, and there was not even a powerful wizard hired to guard the mansion.
According to Old Aiken's understanding, the Black family is not a special case. Most pure-blood families in the UK are like this - shabby, even the famous Malfoy family is like this.
Don't they have Galleons? No.
It's just that these British guys don't have enough sense of urgency, let alone using their ancestors' property to expand their power and influence.
In France, even a few declining pure-blood families are much better off than the British. At least they have recruited a few outstanding wizards within the family.
Speaking of which, it also has a lot to do with Mr. Grindelwald...
When he thought of this name, Old Aiken felt that his bare left wrist, which was hidden under his robe, began to itch, and a feeling of fear spread in his heart.
When the powerful wizard who was the first Dark Lord and not the headmaster of Nurmengard was wreaking havoc, most of the world had experienced his terror. These lucky and unlucky British guys escaped because Mr. Dumbledore stood behind them.
Tribulation - Grindelwald, who was ravaging Europe, did not lead the saints to Scotland.
This was called luck at the time, but after so many years, wizards from other countries who have experienced real power are all growing up. Only these unfortunate British guys - remembering that glory is worthy of praise, but being indulged in glory and not knowing how to improve themselves,
It couldn't be more stupid.
With these thoughts running through his mind, Regulus, who was sitting opposite him, still had the same calm expression.
Old Aiken, who knew that talking more was useless, stood up and said, "As I said before, I'm just here to remind you - if it is really Mr. Black who failed to control his idiots..."
He slowly leaned forward, with a threatening tone in his tone: "When the idiot is hung from the ceiling, please don't get excited, Mr. Black."
Regulus put down the tea cup, stood up straight and shook hands gently with the other party: "Please feel free to..."
Old Aiken glanced at the other party one last time, and then left in a hurry.
After seeing the other party off, Regulus frowned deeply, turned around and returned to his room on the fifth floor.
This is the bedroom that he... he and his brother Sirius lived in when they were teenagers, and they did not move out even after he actually inherited the Black family.
Regulus paced in his room for a while, seeming to be hesitating about something.
After struggling for a while, he lowered his head and gently rolled up his long sleeves. The Dark Mark was still clearly visible on his forearm.
He stared at the mark for a long time, then finally made some kind of decision, and then disappeared after a loud bang.
That night, Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire, England.
"An unknown Death Eater? You mean, the master has recovered?!" At the long table, Lestrange suddenly stood up.
Her body was trembling slightly with excitement, and her eyes were wide and bulging.
Lucius Malfoy looked at Regulus across from him calmly, but his right hand holding the cane kept stroking it, and it was obvious that he was not at peace inside either.
Regulus said in a deep voice: "It's just a piece of news, but the master's condition cannot be clearly stated."
"Maybe it's some kind of signal -" Lestrange was already pacing back and forth behind the chair, "He, he may be in some kind of dilemma. He needs me, his loyal servant!"
Looking at the fanatical Lestrange, Malfoy and his wife looked at each other, then lightly smashed his cane: "Bella, this matter requires careful investigation..."
"Investigation?!" Lestrange interrupted what her brother-in-law was about to say next. Her eyes widened and her face was full of coldness, "Lucius, the master has only been away for a long time, and you have already seen the wind.
Is the rudder on?"
"Ha-" she laughed sharply, "is this a Malfoy family tradition?!"
"Bella--" Lucius seemed a little afraid of his wife's sister. His tone was serious but always had a flattering tone, "No one can question my loyalty to the master! But the master suddenly disappeared at the critical moment.
You must consider whether this is a plan by the enemy to lure us out!"
"Excuse!" Lestrange yelled, "Only he can use the Master's Dark Mark. This kind of thing cannot be imitated, otherwise the Master will sense the specific location of that person!"
Lucius wanted to say, maybe their master no longer has the ability to sense?
He touched his right forearm and his face didn't look good.
"Then how do we contact the owner?! That was originally the owner's magic spell to contact us one-way. After the owner disappeared, we spent a lot of effort to induce the mark to contact the owner, but there was no response!"
As she spoke, she laughed sharply again: "My dear sister and brother-in-law, if you can't help me, I will go find Barty Crouch Jr. His loyalty to his master is second only to mine."
The Malfoy couple's expressions became even stiffer. They knew Barty Crouch Jr., a smart and fanatical lunatic. If he learned the news, someone in the Ministry of Magic would be under the Imperius Curse again.
"Don't cause trouble for him. His father is already preparing to run for the new minister. That will be a huge help to us!"
"The premise of everything is the return of the master! Lucius, don't think I don't know! The master asked you to place someone into the Ministry of Magic. Don't you just think that the master is missing now, and the gold galleons he keeps paying for management make you feel pain?
?!"
"you!"
Seeing that Lestrange had already taken out his wand, Regulus reluctantly stood up and stopped the two of them. He thought for a while and said: "You can try it. If the master really comes back and needs something a little...
With help, that will be the best moment to prove our loyalty."
Lestrange was quite convinced of Regulus, and finally snorted and said that he would not pursue it for the time being.
In this atmosphere, paying a price to trigger the Mark has become the latest mission of the Death Eaters.
In Nurmengard Castle, Sean, half lying on the bed, yawned and closed a book. He was recently learning high-end transfiguration. The progress was gratifying, but it was also very energy-consuming.
He pulled the quilt and prepared to sleep early today.
Suddenly, he felt a warm feeling on his right forearm, and a woman's slight call appeared in his mind.
"Huh?" Sean raised his right hand in confusion, but the information in his mind made his expression weird.
"Dear Master, do you need your servant now?"
"This voice... sounds familiar..." Sean frowned and started thinking. He must have heard this voice somewhere, but he couldn't remember.
Of course, this was not the most surprising thing to him. What surprised him most was that the warmth he felt and the call in his mind all came from the Dark Mark.
To be precise, from the disappearing mark.
When Riddle's soul fragment wanted to invade Sean's other world, it ended up becoming his little library.
As a result, Sean mastered many high-level black magic, and at the same time, the description of the Dark Mark came to his mind.
Riddle is indeed a genius. After learning about the Dark Mark, Sean discovered the magic of this thing.
The curse was created by Riddle himself and can be planted on the forearm of a Death Eater. This is the Death Eater's mark and a method of contact.
The Dark Mark is a one-way contact mark spell. Only the caster can notify other Death Eaters through the mark. This kind of contact is one-way, and there are only a few expensive ways for Death Eaters to contact them.
Del, and once planted, the Dark Mark cannot be removed.
Of course, Sean, who understands the nature of this curse, can naturally eliminate it, just like before.
When he pretended to be a student of Nurmengard, he planted the Dark Mark on himself. On the one hand, he was to distract the other party's attention and divert the trouble eastward, and on the other hand, he was to explore Riddle's current state.
With Grindelwald by his side, Sean doesn't have to worry about being targeted by the lingering Riddle - and after fully understanding the curse, he has the same authority as Riddle regarding the Dark Mark.
What Sean didn't expect was that he had never received a message from the Dark Mark before, and he eliminated the mark himself after kidnapping Fabian Aiken.
After thinking for a while, Sean figured out the reason and remembered the identity of the caller.
Bellatrix Lestrange, she is indeed a Death Eater...
"The news has been spread..." Sean frowned and thought.
He waited for a while, but no more news came. Riddle was not aware of his control over the mark, and naturally he was not aware of the other party's.
After some hesitation, Sean finally found Grindelwald.
The principal of Nurmengard just smiled and left him a message: "Don't worry and do it... The power includes confidants, and naturally it also includes cannon fodder..."
Sean was shocked when he understood what the other party meant. Did Grindelwald want him to control the Death Eaters?!
How can I do this? Is it possible that I still pretend to be Tom Riddle?
Wait a minute, it seems like this can really be done...
Sean narrowed his eyes. Alone in the underground classroom, he raised his wand and replanted the Dark Mark on his arm.
"Let's wait and see tonight to see if there is any news..." Sean muttered.
That night, Lestrange's faint voice sounded again.