Spotted By Grindelwald And Went To Hogwarts Chapter 240: Sean who needs cannon fodder

Regulus was stunned for a moment, then passed the porcelain cup full of expensive black tea to his lips, took a sip, 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 quietly. These British guys, even to the death, miss their own elegance and the teacup they will never put down.

He cleared his throat: "Blake, everyone is smart, there's no need to play riddles, right?"

Regulus didn't mind that the other party repeated what he had just said, he still held his teacup 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 pretender's forearm must be the Dark Mark. According to his known information, the Death Eaters represented by the Dark Mark, that is, the pure-blooded radical organization in the UK, their masters are always mysterious.

Although the association behind him once cooperated with the Death Eaters, Old Aiken didn't know who the master of the Death Eaters was. He got the news that the **** master disappeared. There are two opinions in the association.

The Death Eaters hadn't made any major moves for nearly a year. As far as Old Aiken knew, even the people they planted in the British Ministry of Magic no longer operated.

The Regulus in front of him was one of the leaders of the Death Eaters, so the old Aiken came to verify it immediately after he discovered the Dark Mark. However, the appearance of the other party does not seem to be lying to himself.

Is he faking?

Old Aiken, who was not sure about the other party's status, hesitated for a while before deciding to clarify his purpose.

"Black, I hope you don't forget the promise you made with the association." He half reminded and half threatened, and then told about his son's experience.

Regulus stroked the smooth teacup lightly, and said slowly: "Of course the promise will not be forgotten, 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."

Stubborn... Old Aiken was not going to expose the other party, he said: "That would be great... But how do you explain the Dark Mark?"

Regulus replied: "That's not our member—Old Aiken, look away your suspicious eyes, we don't need to take action against your son, what's the purpose? What's the benefit?"

Who knows, your master is a neurotic guy... Old Aiken swears, he doesn't believe the other party's words, he has already decided to pay a big price for someone to take action after he goes back, and check his son carefully.

"Blake, 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, the other party's demeanor made him a little disdainful.

My master is nowhere to be found, and I still have to maintain that poor self-esteem...

He has never looked down upon the British wizarding community. Old Aiken has always believed that there are no wizards worth taking seriously in the entire UK except for Dumbledore.

Looking at the Black family in front of him, if it wasn't for the cooperative relationship between the Association and the Death Eaters, and if the other party's bloodline was not old and pure enough, he would not have a relationship with the other party—after the death eater's master disappeared, the relationship between the two parties has begun to fade.

When the old Aiken came in, he also saw the decoration of the other party's home. It was different from his own luxurious and spacious mansion.

Just like the old house-elf who came up to deliver tea just now, the ancient pure-blood family has only such a servant, and there is not even a powerful wizard hired to guard the mansion.

According to old Aiken's knowledge, the Black family is not a special case. Most pure-blood families in the UK are like this—shabby, even the famous Malfoy family.

Don't they have Galleons? Not really.

It's just that these British guys don't have enough sense of crisis, and they don't know how to use their ancestors' property to expand their power and influence.

In France, even a few pure-blood families that have declined, their ostentation is more than that of the British, at least a few more outstanding wizards have been recruited in the family.

Speaking of which, it has a lot to do with Mr. Grindelwald.

As soon as he thought of this name, Old Aiken felt his bare left wrist hidden under the robe start to itch, and the sense of fear in his heart also spread.

When the powerful wizard who was the original Dark Lord instead of Nurmengard headmaster raged, most of the world has experienced his horror. These lucky and unlucky Britons escaped because Mr. Dumbledore stood behind them-Grindelwald, who ravaged Europe, did not lead the saints to set foot on the land of Scotland.

It was called luck back then, but after so many years, the wizards of other countries who have experienced the true power have grown up, only these unfortunate British guys-remember that glory is praiseworthy, but it is really stupid to indulge in glory without knowing how to improve yourself.

Those thoughts flashed through his mind, and Regulus, who was sitting across from him, still had that calm expression on his face.

Old Aiken, who knew it would be useless to say more, stood up: "It's the same sentence, I'm just here to remind you - if it's really Mr. Black who failed to control his idiots..."

He leaned forward slowly, with a threatening tone in his tone: "When the time comes, when the idiot is hung on the ceiling, please don't get excited, Mr. Black."

Regulus put down the teacup, he stood up straight and shook hands gently with the other party: "Please feel free..."

Old Aiken took one last look at the other party, and then left in a hurry.

After sending the other party away, Regulus frowned deeply, and he turned around and went back to his room on the fifth floor.

Here is him... the bedroom he lived with his brother Sirius when he was a teenager, and he never moved out even after he actually inherited the Black family.

Regulus paced around in his room for a while, he seemed to be hesitating about something.

After struggling for a while, he lowered his head and gently rolled up his long sleeves, the Dark Mark on his forearm was still clearly visible.

He stared at the mark for a while, then finally made some kind of decision, and disappeared with a loud bang.

That night, Wiltshire, England, Malfoy Manor.

"An unknown Death Eater? You mean, the master has recovered?!" Beside the long table, Lestrange suddenly stood up.

Her body trembled slightly due to excitement, and her eyes widened and protruded vigorously.

Lucius Malfoy looked at Regulus on the opposite side calmly, but he kept rubbing the right hand holding the cane, obviously not calm in his heart.

Regulus said in a deep voice: "It's just a piece of news, but the master's condition can't be explained clearly."

"Maybe it's some kind of signal—" Lestrange was already pacing back and forth behind the chair, "He, he might be in some kind of predicament, he needs me, his loyal servant!"

Looking at the frenzied Lestrange, Malfoy and his wife exchanged glances, then lightly smashed his cane: "Bella, this matter needs careful investigation..."

"Investigation?!" Lestrange interrupted what her brother-in-law was going to say next, her eyes were wide open, her face was full of coldness, "Lucius, how long has the master been away, and you've already acted on the wind?"

"Ha——" she laughed sharply, "Is that a Malfoy family tradition?!"

"Bella—" Lucius seemed to be a little afraid of his wife's sister, his tone was serious but always flattering, "No one can question my loyalty to my master! But the master suddenly disappeared at a critical moment, you have to consider whether this is some enemy's trick to lure us!"

"Excuse!" Lestrange yelled, "Only he can use the master's Dark Mark. This kind of thing cannot be imitated, otherwise the master will perceive the specific location of that person!"

Lucius really wanted to say, maybe their master is no longer able to perceive it?

He touched his right forearm, and his face was not very good-looking.

"Then how do we contact the master?! That's the curse of the master's one-way contact with us. After the master disappeared, we didn't spend a lot of effort to induce the mark to contact the master, but there was no response!"

Lestrange screamed: "Then try again! Try again, try again!"

As she spoke, she laughed sharply again: "My dear sister and brother-in-law, if you can't help me, I will go to Barty Crouch Jr. His loyalty to his master is second only to me."

The expressions of the Malfoys became even more rigid. They were familiar with Barty Crouch Jr., a clever and fanatical lunatic. If he learned the news, someone in the Ministry of Magic might be under the Imperius Curse again.

"Don't make trouble for him, his father is already preparing to run for the new minister, that will be a great help for us!"

"The premise of everything is the return of the master! Lucius, don't think I don't know! The master asked you to install someone into the Ministry of Magic. Don't you just think that the master is missing now, and you have been paying those gold Galleons for management to make you feel hurt?!"

"You!"

Seeing that Lestrange had already drawn out his wand, Regulus reluctantly stood up and stopped the two of them. He pondered for a while and said, "You can try it. If the master really returns and needs some small help, it will be the best moment to prove our loyalty."

Lestrange was quite convinced of Regulus, and finally gave a cold snort to express that he would not pursue it for the time being.

Under such an atmosphere, paying a price to lure the mark has become the latest task of the Death Eaters.

In Nurmengard Castle, Sean, who was half lying on the bed, yawned and closed a book. He is currently learning high-end transfiguration, and the progress is gratifying, but it is really exhausting.

He pulled the quilt and prepared to fall asleep early today.

Suddenly, he felt a warm feeling on his right forearm, and a female voice called softly in his mind.

"Huh?" Sean raised his right hand suspiciously, but the information in his mind made his expression strange.

"Dear master, do you need your servant now?"

"This voice...is familiar..." Sean frowned and thought about it. He must have heard this voice somewhere, but he couldn't remember it.

Of course, this was not the thing that surprised him the most. What surprised him the 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.

At the beginning, Riddle's soul fragment wanted to invade Sean's inner world, but it ended up becoming his small library.

As a result, Sean has mastered a lot of high-level black magic, and at the same time, the description of the Dark Mark also entered his mind.

Riddle is indeed a genius. After learning about the Dark Mark, Sean discovered the magic of this thing.

The spell was created by Riddle himself, and it can be planted on the forearm of a Death Eater. This is the symbol of the Death Eater, and it is also a way of communication.

The Dark Mark is a one-way contact mark spell. Only the caster can use the mark to notify other Death Eaters. This communication is one-way. There are only a few expensive ways for Death Eaters to contact Riddle, and once the Dark Mark is planted, it cannot be removed.

Of course, Sean who understands the essence of this curse can naturally eliminate it, just like before.

When he was pretending to be a student of Nurmengard, he planted the Dark Mark on himself. On the one hand, it was to distract the other party's attention and divert the disaster, and on the other hand, it was to investigate Riddle's current state.

With Grindelwald by his side, Sean doesn't have to worry about being targeted by the dying Riddle—and after fully understanding the spell, he has the same authority as Riddle on the Dark Mark.

What Xiao En didn't expect was that he had never received a message from the Dark Mark before, and after kidnapping Fabian Aiken, he eliminated the mark himself.

After thinking for a while, Sean figured out the reason, and also remembered the identity of the caller.

Bellatrix Lestrange, she really is a Death Eater...

"The news has been spread..." Sean frowned and thought.

He waited for a while, but no more news came. Riddle couldn't feel his control over the mark, and he couldn't feel the other party's either.

Some hesitation, Sean finally found Grindelwald~IndoMTL.com~ The principal of Nurmengard just smiled and left him a sentence: "Do it with confidence... The power includes confidantes, and naturally also includes cannon fodder..."

Shaun, who understood the other party's meaning, was shocked. Did Grindelwald want to control the Death Eaters? !

How can I do this, is it possible that I still have to pretend to be Tom Riddle?

Wait a minute, it seems like this is really possible...

Sean narrowed his eyes, and he who was alone in the basement classroom raised his wand, and then planted the Dark Mark on his arm again.

"Let's wait and see tonight to see if there is any news coming..." Sean muttered.

That night, Lestrange's faint voice sounded again.

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