Spotted By Grindelwald And Went To Hogwarts Chapter 239: Dark Mark, Aiken and Black

Fabian Aiken was released by Sean the next day, but the posture was not very beautiful...

The news of Aiken's disappearance has naturally spread throughout the entire castle, but unlike the situation when Sean disappeared in Hogwarts, Aiken was obviously kidnapped.

For this news, the Nurmengard students just sneered when they heard the news. In Nurmengard, where the sense of teamwork is weak, the inexplicable disappearance of their classmates did not make them much worried.

In addition to the fact that Aiken is usually arrogant, the non-pure-blood wizards who accounted for more than half of the students don't like him very much, and many Muggle-born wizards who have been suppressed by the other party are secretly laughing happily.

Such a high-ranking second-generation demon should have been punished long ago, shouldn't he?

Of course, many thoughtful people also thought of the background behind Aiken, and they began to wonder whether this might be the beginning of an action by a hostile organization.

As for Aiken's life and death, apart from his loyal followers and old Aiken, few people really care about it.

However, no one else expected to see Fabian Aiken again in this weird way.

The early morning at Nurmengard Castle was still busy. The students rushed out of the dormitory to go to the auditorium. On the way, they continued to discuss what happened yesterday.

"Have you heard? That old Aiken seems to have been punished by Mr. Grindelwald."

"Really? Those wizards were all arrogant yesterday, and one guy actually came to question my whereabouts."

"The power is overwhelming, the French wizarding world has a lot of influence, and the Aiken family naturally behaves like this—speaking of which, I was quite angry yesterday. Professor Grindelwald actually let those people mess around? But, hehe—"

"If you dare to lynch the students in our Nurmengard, those idiots really don't take Mr. Principal seriously. When the old Aiken slipped away yesterday, tsk, the expression on his face is probably not as white as his for three days after I died."

"It deserves it—but, nothing really happened to Fabian, right?"

"Who can tell..."

"One thing to say, Fabian Aiken is very powerful. The person who kidnapped him should be very powerful, but he doesn't know what his purpose is..."

Several familiar students were chattering and discussing, but the crowd in front of them suddenly stopped, and laughter and discussions continued.

Those students squeezed through the corner and saw the scene in front of them.

Fabian Aiken, who was missing for a day, returned to Nurmengard Castle, but...

The originally meticulous and supercilious Noble Demon Second Generation was hanging upside down from the ceiling in front of the auditorium gate without any image at this moment. His face was covered with stains and his body was wrapped in a dirty rag.

Not only that, but his body was bruised and purple, apparently from a severe beating. His left leg was hooked to the edge of the chandelier by a rope, and his right leg was bent at a weird angle...

The scene in front of them made all the students frown, and they didn't know what kind of torture Fabian Aiken had suffered.

The instigator, Sean, and his little friends were also watching in the corner. They were actually the first group of people to come, but the Hogwarts people didn't have the kindness to rescue the unlucky guy who was hanged. The Weasley twins were already laughing so hard that they couldn't stand upright, and the two happily seemed to have won a jackpot of several hundred Galleons.

Sean squinted his eyes and looked at Aiken. The environment was too dark when he started last night, and he didn't realize that the other party was so tragic until this morning.

Pudding, you guys are really badass, your six limbs are tougher than your four limbs... Sean sighed secretly in his heart.

He looked at his watch, it should be almost time...

Sure enough, just a minute later, Fabian Aiken trembled and opened his eyes.

First he saw a blinding white light, and then, severe pain came from all over his body, and his head swelled up as if it was about to explode.

Aiken narrowed his eyes, and unconsciously let out a painful moan from his throat. Only then did his drowsy head receive the information from the outside world.

It was the faces of the students turned upside down, with mockery, disgust, and schadenfreude on their faces, and some girls looked sympathetic and unbearable.

The words of the students also reached his ears.

"This beating is not light——"

"Tsk tsk, look at that face, if it weren't for the disgusting look, I wouldn't even recognize who it is."

"He looks like his father who ran away in despair yesterday..."

Fabian Aiken finally realized the current situation, the pain on his body was already secondary, he only felt his face was hot, as if he had been crawled over by a fried-tailed snail.

There was a huge sense of shame in his heart, but the chandelier hanging him upside down was like a spotlight, amplifying the expression on his face to everyone.

Aiken can clearly hear everyone's words, ridicule, sneer, pity...

Aiken finally showed his extraordinary wit.

When he rolled his eyes, he passed out again.

Sean was amazed when he saw it - he pretended to be dizzy witty, he is really a smart person~

At this time, the students finally remembered another thing, they hadn't put each other down until now.

After a mess, Aiken, with his eyes closed, was thrown to the ground, and the professors arrived.

As for when Aiken wakes up, it's beyond their control.

…

Paris, in the mansion of the Aiken family.

Old Aiken's face was ashen, and a wizard in front of him shook his head solemnly.

"Mr. Aiken, this is difficult to solve..."

Old Aiken withdrew his extraordinarily young right hand and bald left wrist. He seemed to want to explode, but in the end he squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying: "Please, Master Feldman..."

After seeing off the seventh master who invited the curse, Old Aiken sat back on the leather sofa with a slumped face. He stared at his bare left hand, fear and resentment flashed in his eyes, and finally turned into a sigh.

"This is Grindelwald...is this Grindelwald..."

He really regretted it now, regretted that he had to provoke the first generation of the Dark Lord. Decades of headmaster career only made that man restrain his fangs and sharp teeth, and a hyena like himself actually tried to suppress the king of the past...

Old Aiken sighed deeply, his fifty-year-old face suddenly looked ten years old.

The only son disappeared, and he also lost his left hand. Under all kinds of blows, this pure-blood nobleman who was galloping in the French wizarding world unexpectedly aged overnight.

"Fabian, no news yet..." He looked at the person next to him.

"Not yet..." The people around him replied respectfully, "We connected with Nurmengard's intelligence personnel, they—they just waited for us, saying that they are also trying their best to find..."

Just as he was talking, there was a loud explosion in the air, and a house elf wearing an old cloth bag teleported over. He lowered his head to the ground: "Dear Master Aiken, Nurmengard has sent a message, and the young master has found it..."

Old Aiken bounced off the sofa all at once.

That night, in the bedroom of the villa, Fabian Aiken finally opened his eyes.

Old Aiken breathed a sigh of relief. The therapist checked and found that his son was fine. He was injured after a period of recuperation.

However, how can a physical injury compare to a wound in the heart.

Aiken stared blankly at the ceiling, his proud attitude had long since disappeared.

"Fabian," the old Aiken sat on the head of his son's bed, "my child..."

"Father," Aiken finally squeezed out trembling words through his teeth, "I, I have become the laughing stock of Nurmengard... It's gone, everything is gone... My reputation in Nurmengard, my image in the eyes of the professors, the organization I painstakingly built... everything is gone..."

Speaking of this, Aiken actually started to sob and cry.

Old Aiken took a deep breath, and he didn't know how to comfort him. From the moment his son was hung in the castle, this situation was irreversible.

In the end, he had no choice but to pat his son's arm lightly: "I will come back... I will come back..."

Fabian Aiken is indeed a character. Under the comfort of his father, he gradually recovered from that slumped state. The indifference in his eyes was replaced by deep resentment, and the hostility turned into old ink that was difficult to dissolve.

"I want revenge, father, I want revenge!" His eyes were red, and he lay on the bed panting like an angry bull.

Old Aiken's eyes became sharper, and he nodded: "The honor of the Aiken family must not be tarnished!"

The words were loud, but he didn't even mention Grindelwald's name.

Aiken was the victim after all, and the father and son discussed the details together.

After some discussion, Old Aiken frowned: "At present, there are two suspects, the Nurmengard fifth grader, and Sean Wallop."

"Trouble with that Mudblood of Wallop!" Aiken screamed, "but that Nurmengard fifth grader must be the murderer, no one has been to that herb garden before him!"

"I went to that student last night, an ordinary half-blood wizard," Old Aiken said, "and the other party was at a small house-like gathering at that time. Many people can testify to him that the other party did not leave the castle at all that day."

"Someone pretended to be him!" Aiken gritted his teeth and said.

Old Aiken thought of more, he frowned: "Transfiguration Mags or pure makeup?"

Aiken tried his best to recall the situation that day, and now his mind is full of revenge. After thinking about it like this, he finally discovered the details he had forgotten.

"Tattoo, that guy has a weird tattoo!"

"Tattoos?" Old Aiken called the wizard hired by the family to inquire, and then said to his son, "The real Nurmengard fifth grader has no tattoos. What does that tattoo look like?"

"On the right forearm, a boa constrictor protrudes from the mouth of a skull, and then coils in an S shape."

His son tried his best to recall the details, but old Aiken's heart was full of turmoil.

He grabbed his son's arm in disbelief and asked seriously: "Fabian, are you sure that's the case?"

Aiken didn't know why his father was so serious all of a sudden. He immediately realized what that tattoo might represent. After closing his eyes and recalling it carefully, he nodded seriously: "Absolutely."

Old Aiken let go of his son's arm panting heavily, the gloom on his face was like a dark cloud that couldn't be melted away.

"Death Eaters..." Aiken heard the murmur in his father's mouth.

"Death Eaters? Who is that? Why are they targeting me!" Aiken said angrily.

Old Aiken didn't answer, he stood up and paced back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back, his brows almost knit together.

"Resurrected? But why is it my Aiken family... This is unreasonable, I have never offended them... Is it a problem between the associations? No..."

Old Aiken stood still and looked sideways, as if he had made a certain decision.

"Father?"

"Fabian, take a good rest, I'm going to meet someone to clarify this matter!"

…

"Nasty weather..." muttered old Aiken who teleported to a certain hillside with an illegal portal key, and he didn't bring anyone with him except his most trusted followers.

The two waved their wands again, and when they showed up, they were already standing on a square.

It was already midnight in the world, and most of the light in the windows of the Muggles had disappeared. Old Aiken followed the memory in his mind and walked to the middle of a townhouse.

The house numbers on both sides record the information here, No. 11, Grimmauld Place, No. 13, Grimmauld Place, only No. 12 is missing.

Old Aiken saw information that the Muggles couldn't see. With the wave of his wand, the buildings on both sides rumbled to the side, and the Muggles in the house were unconscious.

Number 12, Grimmauld Place, appeared in front of my eyes.

Old Aiken stepped forward, and it was a scratched black-painted door with a silver door handle in the shape of a coiled snake. There was no keyhole or letter box on the door.

He rang the doorbell, and then heard an old woman shouting suddenly from inside the house.

Soon, the door was opened, and a handsome man in his thirties stood behind it.

"Reculus Black..." Old Aiken said, "Long time no see."

Regulus is very similar to Sirius, but his temperament and appearance are much calmer than his brother's. He doesn't have that aggressive and cynical aggressiveness. He raises his head slightly, showing his own good qualities.

Regulus shook hands with the other party ~IndoMTL.com~ showing a polite smile when entertaining guests.

"Mr. Aiken, he illegally smuggled into the UK late at night, probably because he has something urgent to do."

Old Aiken followed the other party into the hall, sat down in the reception room, and an old house elf respectfully brought black tea.

"Huh..." Old Aiken let out a sigh of relief after taking a casual sip of black tea, and then casually said, "Mr. Black, there seems to be nothing to do recently?"

"Old Aiken," Regulus raised one foot contentedly, and at this moment he actually looked like his own brother, "Could it be that you came to find me and black tea in the middle of the night? Everyone is a smart person—"

Old Aiken glanced at the other party, and then said slowly: "I was the one who was abrupt...then just say it, Blake, is your master back?"

Regulus' hands holding the black tea froze in mid-air, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

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