The Dark Mark is one of the self-created curses that Voldemort is most proud of.
Perhaps in the eyes of most wizards, it is just a terrifying totem floating at the murder scene.
However, Voldemort's followers know that the Dark Mark has a more important meaning - to mark Death Eaters.
The Ministry of Magic is accustomed to calling all forces that follow and rely on Voldemort as Death Eaters, but in fact, within the "Dark Demon Force", only the most loyal and outstanding group of wizard followers are qualified to become Death Eaters.
, and as a symbol of identity and loyalty, Voldemort would personally brand a magical Dark Mark on the inside of their arms.
In addition to being a mark of honor, the more important function of this mark is that you can call the Dark Lord at any time, or listen to the Dark Lord's call anytime and anywhere.
Judging from the magic analysis of Succubus Island, the Dark Mark imprinted on the human body does not care about the true identity of the host.
Theoretically, the Dark Mark can appear on any human, half-human, beast, domestic animal, and even Voldemort himself.
On the other hand, the suspicious and arrogant Voldemort never really believed in any wizard, and the magical induction of the Dark Mark was limited to the "single-line" connection between him and the Death Eaters.
In the absence of an open "local area network", Voldemort's soul mark is equivalent to the authority to send group messages.
Although the split soul body cannot be equal to the main soul, after a series of tests, these basic permissions are still available, and this is the biggest reason why Dumbledore and Grindelwald are willing to work hard to perform.
Compared with the imaginary enemies facing each other head-on in the sun, the traitors hiding in the darkness are obviously more terrifying and dangerous - the leakage of Elena's information has not yet been found out. If the Destiny Group wants to continue to lurk in the shadows, it will eventually
It was best to make sure that there was no one else hiding in the shadows. Similar to the case of Barty Crouch being arrested, Dumbledore didn't want to see a second case.
There is no doubt that there are still many supporters of Voldemort lurking in the wizarding world, and this trap is their last chance to clear their identities.
Dumbledore stared at the skeleton-like "Riddle-033" not far away. Seeing him actively activating the Dark Mark, he couldn't help but feel a shudder in his heart.
From the moment this guy stood up in the crucible, every step he took was in Elena's plan. The once arrogant dark wizard was like a puppet in the hands of the little witch.
If he hadn't repeatedly confirmed that the child's goals and bottom line were trustworthy, he even doubted whether he had personally opened a Pandora's box that destroyed the world - compared to Gellert Grindelwald, Tom Riddle, Elena
In terms of playing with people's hearts and crushing them with royal power, it's almost like the King of Hell has come in person, but she also wears an angelic appearance and identity.
However, just like those former Soviet researchers working in Academy City, Elena offered him and Grindelwald a bargaining chip that they absolutely could not refuse.
After "Riddle-033" branded the Dark Mark on himself and summoned his followers, everything finally began to come to an end.
As the ultimate controller of this farce, the most important thing for Dumbledore right now is to perform perfectly.
Dumbledore gathered his thoughts, quietly waved his wand toward the rear door, and spoke hurriedly with a serious expression.
"Gale, be careful - something is wrong! The magic seems to be rioting around! There may be a trap!"
Almost at the same moment he spoke, the dark black magic gauze that originally shrouded the Lestrange family mansion fell like catkins.
And when they were about to reach the eaves, they seemed to have touched some strange magic restriction, vibrating one by one, breaking down into pieces of mana and dissipating.
Powerful mana fluctuations escaped as the magic tulle disintegrated, as if hundreds of people were casting spells towards the Lestrange family, and the powerful magic power fluctuations swept across the surroundings in an instant.
As for the three wizards who were in the center of the magic storm, their expressions changed in unison, they raised their wands with vigilant expressions, and looked around as if facing a formidable enemy.
"What on earth did you just do! Despicable Dark Lord!"
Before Voldemort could speak, Grindelwald suddenly turned his head to look at him and yelled loudly and indignantly.
The old wizard's wand was swaying around rapidly, and his eyes wandered to the other two people from time to time, perfectly explaining what it meant to be an angry old man involved in a conspiracy.
At Grindelwald's prompting, Dumbledore quickly darkened his face, frowned and looked at the surrounding walls, tapping the wand in his hand repeatedly, creating circles of ripples in the void.
This magic...
Some kind of magic trap?!
Compared to the other two old wizards in the room, Voldemort, the "initiator", reacted a few seconds slower.
Ignoring the mediocre old man's question, he had a gloomy face, slightly narrowed his red eyes, and carefully observed the surrounding environment.
It was obvious that the group of mysterious wizards who were hiding behind the scenes and controlling everything were more cautious than he thought, and even when "giving gifts", they did not reveal any flaws.
As for the magic fluctuations around this house, Voldemort was not too surprised - the other party chose this place as a "game" venue, so he would naturally arrange some things in advance. The only thing that confused him was the group of mysterious wizards.
How do you observe this place? If you can find a way to draw the opponent into the melee, then his chance of escaping can be increased by several percent.
"Dumbledore, I told you, you were deceived! We have all been used!"
Voldemort said fiercely, looking at the solemn-looking old wizard not far away, and sneered disdainfully.
"This is a trap. Someone is deliberately pushing the two of us to fight - even if you catch me, what will it do? The outside world has long been out of control."
"Dark Lord, stop bluffing here, this is your fault!"
Grindelwald shouted angrily, praising his granddaughter's ingenious calculation in his heart, while cursing in a dedicated and dedicated manner.
"Do you think you can trap us? I tell you, the Aurors will be here soon! You three-legged cats are nothing to Mr. Dumbledore!"
"Oh? Haha..."
Voldemort snorted softly and raised a cold smile on his lips.
"Dumbledore doesn't seem to think so, right? Are you afraid of losing both sides?"
While he looked around, most of his attention was focused on the silent Headmaster of Hogwarts.
As both a top wizard, he believed that Dumbledore had also noticed something was wrong.
Otherwise, the opponent would have taken action long ago. Just the fluctuation of magic power revealed that this magic trap should not be underestimated.
Of course, he didn't intend to explain what he had just done. Voldemort was thinking more about how to delay as much time as possible.
The arrival speed of the Aurors would certainly not be as fast as that of his loyal servants. After all, activating the call of the Dark Mark could reach all Death Eaters in real time.
With clear direction guidance, all Death Eaters must apparate to him at the first moment, otherwise they will be regarded as rebellion and disobedience - he is not sure how many people will have the courage to come over ten years later.
But even if only one-third of the servants arrived, the situation would quickly turn 180 degrees, and he even considered whether to try to kill Dumbledore.
"Didn't you say that the Aurors will be back soon? I guess your informant didn't tell you that there was a magic trap here, right?"
Voldemort's snake face was twisted, trying hard to get more information from Dumbledore.
He hissed softly, his red eyes looking around, as if looking for some invisible shadow.
"Then why don't we wait and see? Anyway, I can't escape your grasp. Aren't you curious about what the person who set the trap wants to achieve?"
"No, she told me this was a trap-"
Dumbledore said calmly, opened his pocket watch and looked at it a few times, looking at Voldemort with a hint of pity in his eyes.
"It's just that the target of this trap is neither me nor you...Tom, that's the end of it."
"What are you talking about-" Voldemort's scarlet pupils shrank violently.
"Gail, let this end as soon as possible."
Dumbledore sighed and did not continue to explain. He walked to the living room window as if there was no one around, and looked towards the grove in the distance where figures were flashing.
Although he knew that "Riddle-033" could not even be considered a real human being, he was still unwilling to witness the killing with his own eyes - however, sacrificing a resurrected dummy would end the possible wave of dark demons in the wizarding world in the future and eliminate the remnants of Voldemort.
With influence and fear in the British wizarding community, the "reward" of this performance was too tempting, and he simply couldn't refuse.
"End? You-"
boom!
Before Voldemort could finish his words, a red magic beam suddenly cut through the air in the living room.
It's that old thing again!
That old guy really thought he could threaten Voldemort with his clumsiness?!
Voldemort turned around with a ferocious expression, raised the wand in his hand as before, and read quickly without being moved.
"Silver Shield Guard——"
"Too slow, young man."
Different from the previous evenly matched magic confrontation, this time, the silver shield he summoned instantly shattered like glass under the red magic beam.
Powerful magic penetrated the silver shield that shattered and dissipated like porcelain, hitting the stunned "Riddle-033" hard, and blasted him out of the living room.
"What are you waiting for? Do you think Santa Claus will come down from the sky and give you a stocking full of gifts?"
Gellert Grindelwald waved his wand lightly, blasting open the wall blocking him in an understatement.
Under the bombardment of his spell, "Riddle-033" was thrown high into the broken wall like a worn-out rag doll, and landed on the grass outside the house.
"you you--"
Not far away, the skeleton-like snake-faced wizard with multiple fractures all over his body and a pool of blood was struggling to hold himself up.
This is not a mediocre, ordinary old wizard at all. Judging from the spell that just broke out, this is at least a top wizard at the same level as Dumbledore.
"I heard that you killed me in the 'future'? That's really too bad..."
"After all, I am your senior anyway. How can you be the first to experience this kind of thing?"
Grindelwald glanced at the reporters who had taken their seats in the distance with his peripheral vision, raised his wand gently, and spoke softly with an indifferent and elegant expression.
"Remember, this is how the spell should be said. Avada Kedavra!"
A green light flashed.
The body in the pile of rocks fell unconsciously.
At the same time, a series of dazzling flash lights suddenly lit up.