A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 390: Tag
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Lucius Malfoy had a solemn expression, and a gust of cold wind seemed to freeze his throat. It looks like it took a lot of effort to open the tightly closed lips. He said blankly: "Very brave...Della...I mean the little wizard."
Felix studied his face carefully.
The wind started to blow again, and the black shadows of the trees swayed in the open space between them. After a moment of silence, Lucius said softly: "I know a little information, the Malfoy family is always well informed..."
“…about a few months ago, during the summer vacation… one night, the Dark Mark on the arm suddenly woke up from a deep sleep. Talked to me about it, and I... comforted them."
Felix looked at Lucius with interest. So, he already knew about Voldemort's anomaly? He must have been terrified for a long time... Was the Quidditch World Cup the collective catharsis of those Death Eaters who falsely claimed to have been cast with the Imperius Curse to escape punishment?
When he handed over the olive branch at this moment, did Lucius take it smoothly?
"The Dark Mark on the arm?" Felix asked, "I remember it only appeared in the sky above the victim's house, as a sign of the evil of the Death Eaters?"
Lucius shuddered. When he met those calm blue eyes, he couldn't help thinking back to what happened at the Quidditch World Cup. This is the man in front of him, who played with hundreds of wizards with absolute advantage... His magic seems to have no limit, and it penetrates the chest of the person beside him across a long distance... Every time he wakes up from a nightmare, he will think of a Question, what if the owner of these blue eyes is dealing with himself?
His posture became more humble, and his body seemed to be shorter.
He whispered: "This is a secret. The Dark Lord marks loyal believers as a means of contacting them... and those believers will also be treated differently by the Dark Lord, and given the ability to summon the Dark Lord privilege."
Felix nodded, which made sense. In the magic world, there are few ways to keep in touch at any time. This is mainly because wizards are too powerful. Apparition and Floo powder solve most of the distance problems.
But when the war broke out, the needs of wizards for instant communication and information transmission increased dramatically, and each camp adopted different methods. As far as he knows, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic always act in groups, trying to gain local advantages; the Order of the Phoenix uses the Patronus to deliver messages; as for the Death Eaters, he has never been clear before...
So it used the Dark Mark?
"So, every Death Eater's arm is branded?"
"Not really...the 'loyal' believers," Lucius emphasized what he had just said.
"How should I understand the word 'loyalty'?"
"...The Dark Lord only cares about useful people." Lucius lowered his head uncomfortably, making it difficult for others to see his fast-moving gray eyes. It's someone with a special ability...like Severus Snape."
He quickly raised his head to take a look. Felix stared at him expressionlessly, and he quickly lowered his head again.
"Severus?" Felix repeated slowly.
"Yes... yes, he showed extraordinary talents in potions when he was in school, far surpassing me and any member of the potion club at that time. The Dark Lord valued his talent Talent, not always let him participate in the action, but provide precious potions in the rear... Later, just as Slughorn retired, Hogwarts urgently needed a potions professor, and the Dark Lord arranged for him to enter School, find out about Dumbledore's every move."
Felix nodded slightly, he knew this, Dumbledore vouched for Severus after the war, proving that he was his undercover agent. But now a question is, who comes first, the Death Eaters or the Order of the Phoenix?
Intuition told him that there was an amazing secret hidden in it.
"When did Severus join the Death Eaters?"
“At a meeting before graduation, the Dark Lord personally summoned him.”
After a long silence, Felix said: "We digressed, except for that time, has there been any abnormalities in the Dark Mark since then?"
"Several times...intermittent burning sensation..."
"Hmm." Felix said, "It's like the Muggle electrical signal is bad?"
Lucius froze for a moment and said, "You're right, Mr. Hype." He knew what Muggle electrical appliances were, and he also knew the meaning of poor signal.
"Then, there is one thing left, let me see the appearance of the Dark Mark on your arm..."
Lucius raised his head sharply. In the previous conversation, he had avoided mentioning Death Eaters, and also avoided associating himself with that word. But now he had to make a choice.
"Lucius...?"
After a moment of hesitation, he tremblingly raised his cuffs. On the inside of the left forearm, there is a light red pattern that looks like a birthmark. It looks so blurry that it's impossible to tell what it looks like. If it is placed elsewhere, someone will believe it if it is an early symptom of dragon pox.
Felix repeatedly compared with the data in his mind, and finally saw some familiar shadows from some unique shapes.
"Normally...in the age of the Dark Lord, it was bright red, like blood. After the Dark Lord disappeared, the mark faded, but now the faded mark began to become obvious again. We also suspected that However, he is preparing for his return..."
Lucius turned his head away and said.
"So, have you decided to choose a side?" Felix looked at him with a smile.
Lucius's thin lips squirmed, but he didn't speak.
"Just kidding, of course you can play both sides and bet on both sides - just like you always do. No one can say what the future will be, but, Lucius, I am not like Voldemort, I have some People pay enough attention to it, and I hope we can reach a consensus on this.”
"Perhaps a message from you can save the life of someone I know. I am looking forward to it and express my respect to you in advance." Felix straightened his body and said in a stern tone: "Take Keep these words firmly in your heart, so that the thunder will not fall on you."
"If there is such a day, the Dark Lord returns..." Lucius said with difficulty under tremendous pressure, "Of course, of course I am willing...willing..."
"What do you want?"
"...do your part for a just cause, Mr. Hemp."
Felix showed a satisfied smile: "Thinking about the good, maybe he will never come back, you just promised a blank check."
"Oh, yes," his tone became relaxed again, "I saw a broker walk into Malfoy Manor ~IndoMTL.com~ Does he work for the Malfoy family? I am very impressed by that Interest... It seems that you have your own set of rules, without adding some extra, unnecessary magic..."
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Clouds covered the moon, and Lucius Malfoy stood silently where he was, with the image of Felix Heap disappearing silently in his mind, just like he did at the Quidditch World Cup , without any warning at all.
He breathed a long sigh of relief, what happened today was thrilling, even though he got some promises, he didn’t feel any safer—the thought of making troubles under the eyes of the Dark Lord made him tremble, no one could do it better than him He is more aware of the horror of the Dark Lord. Fortunately, he only needs to disclose some unimportant news, he used this reason to convince himself.
At this moment, more than anyone else, he hoped that the Dark Lord's return plan would fail, but a person like him would never pin the future on illusory 'hopes'.
As long as he plays around carefully, he will securely get a ticket for the future.
No matter who loses, who wins!
After a while, he cursed in a low voice. Write to Draco when you get back and ask him to come home for Christmas. It's time to teach him well, he has been entangled with that Potter in school all day long, and he always loses...
(end of this chapter)