Chapter 239： Dark Mark, Aiken and Black

Fabien Aiken was released by Sean the next day, but the pose was not very beautiful...

The news of Aiken's disappearance has naturally spread throughout the castle, but unlike Sean's disappearance at Hogwarts, Aiken was obviously kidnapped.

The Nurmengard students only sneered when they heard the news. In Nurmengard, where team consciousness was weak, the inexplicable disappearance of their classmates did not cause them much concern.

In addition, Aiken is usually arrogant, and the non-pure-blood wizards who account for most of the students do not like him very much, and many Muggle-born wizards who have been suppressed by the other party are secretly smiling happily.

This kind of high-ranking second generation of demons should have been treated long ago, right?

Of course, there were also many people who thought about the background behind Aiken, and they began to wonder if this might be the beginning of the actions of a hostile organization.

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

However, no one else could have imagined that they would see Fabien Aiken again in such an odd way.

The early morning at Nurmengard Castle was still busy. The students poured out of their dormitories to head to the auditorium. On the way, they kept discussing what happened yesterday.

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

"Really? Yesterday, the wizards were all arrogant, and a 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 - I was quite angry yesterday, but Professor Grindelwald actually let those people fool around? But, hehe- "

"Dare to lynch students in our Nurmengard, those idiots really don't care about Mr. Principal. When that old Aiken slipped away yesterday, tsk, that look, I guess I died three times. The sky is not white for him."

"Deserved—but, nothing really happened to Fabian, right?"

"Who can say that..."

"One thing to say, Fabian Aiken is very powerful, and the person who kidnapped him should be very powerful, but I don't know what the purpose is..."

Several familiar students were chatting and discussing, but the crowd of people surging ahead suddenly stopped, and the sound of laughter and discussions kept coming.

The students squeezed around the corner and saw the scene in front of them.

Fabien Aiken, missing for a day, is back at Nurmengard Castle, but...

Originally meticulous and arrogant, the second generation of the noble demon was now hanging upside down from the ceiling in front of the auditorium gate without any image. His face was stained and his body was wrapped in a dirty rag.

Not only that, his body was blue and purple, obviously he had been beaten badly, his left leg was hooked to the edge of the chandelier by a rope, and his right leg was bent at a strange angle...

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

The initiator Sean and his little friends were also watching in the corner. They were actually the first group of people, but the Hogwarts did not have the kindness to rescue the unlucky person who was hanged. The Weasley twins were laughing so hard that they seemed to have hit the jackpot of a few hundred Galleons.

Sean squinted at Aiken, the environment was too dark when he started last night, and it was only this morning that he realized that the other party was so tragic.

Pudding, you are really black enough to start with, six limbs are more ruthless than four limbs... Sean sighed inwardly.

He looked at his watch and saw that it was almost time...

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

He first saw a dazzling white light, and then, a severe pain came from all over his body, and his head swelled as if it was about to explode.

Aiken narrowed his eyes, and involuntarily let out a painful moan in his throat, and only then did his groggy head receive the information from the outside world.

Those were the faces of the students turned upside down. Their faces were filled with sarcasm, disgust, and schadenfreude. Some girls looked a little sympathetic and unbearable.

The words of the students also reached his ears.

"This beating isn't easy—"

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

"Like his unfortunate father, who fled in a dreadful way yesterday..."

Fabian Aiken finally realized his current situation. The pain in his body was secondary. He only felt that his face was hot, as if he had been crawled by a fried tail snail.

A huge sense of shame rose in his heart, but the chandelier hanging him upside down instead magnified the expression on his face to everyone like a spotlight.

Aiken can clearly hear everyone's words, mocking, sneering, pitiful...

Not to mention the elite of Nurmengard, the noble second generation of demons, Aiken finally showed his extraordinary wit.

His eyes rolled, and he fainted again.

Sean was amazed by the tsk-tsk - witty pretending to be dizzy, what a smart person~

At this time, the students finally remembered another thing, and they have not 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 out of 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 exceptionally young right hand and bald left wrist. He seemed to want to have a seizure, but in the end he squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying: "Excuse me, Master Feldman..."

After sending off the seventh invited Master of Unravelling, old Aiken sat back on the leather sofa with a sullen face. He stared at his bald left hand, the fear and resentment in his eyes kept flashing, and finally turned into a sound. sigh.

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

He really regretted it at the moment. He regretted that he had to provoke the first-generation Dark Lord. Decades of being a principal only made that man restrain his sharp teeth. He was such an ignorant hyena that he still tried to suppress the past. the king of...

Old Aiken sighed deeply, his face that was fifty years old suddenly looked ten years older.

The only son disappeared, and he lost his left hand. Under all kinds of blows, this pure-blood aristocrat who galloped in the French wizarding world actually grew old overnight.

"Fabian, is there any news yet..." He looked at the person next to him.

"Not yet..." The people around us replied respectfully, "We got in touch with the intelligence officers in Nurmengard, they—they were just us waiting, saying that they were also trying their best to find..."

Just as he was talking, there was a burst of noise in the air, and a house elf in a tattered cloth bag teleported over, and he lowered his head to the ground: "Dear Master Aiken, Nurmengard has sent news, the young master has found it. …”

Old Aiken bounced off the sofa at once.

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

Old Aiken breathed a sigh of relief. The therapist checked it and found that his son was not in any serious condition. All injuries could be recovered after a period of recuperation.

However, how can physical wounds be compared to heart wounds.

Aiken stared at the ceiling with empty eyes, and that proud gesture had long since disappeared.

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

"Father," Aiken finally squeezed the trembling words out of his teeth, "I, I have become the laughing stock of Nurmengard... No, nothing... My reputation in Nurmengard, my The image in the eyes of the professors, the organization I painstakingly built... nothing..."

Speaking of this, Aiken actually sobbed and cried.

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

In the end, he had to pat his son's arm lightly: "will come back...will come back..."

Fabien Aiken is indeed a character. Under the comfort of his father, he has gradually recovered from that slump state. It is difficult to dissolve the old ink sticks.

"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 also sharpened, 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 fifth grader from Nurmengard, and Sean Wallop."

"That Mudblood in Wallop will be out of luck!" 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 gathering like a house, and many people could testify to him that the other party didn't walk out at all that day. past the castle."

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

Old Aiken thought of more, and he frowned: "Disguise Magus or simply make-up?"

Aiken tried his best to remember the day, and his mind was now full of revenge. In retrospect, he finally discovered the details that he had forgotten.

"Tattoos, that guy has a weird tattoo!"

"Tattoo?" Old Aiken called to the wizard hired by the family to ask, and then said to his son, "That real Nurmengard fifth grader doesn't have a tattoo. What does that tattoo look like?"

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

His son tried to recall the details, but old Aiken's heart set off a storm.

He grabbed his son's arm in disbelief and asked solemnly, "Fabien, are you sure you're like that?"

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

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

"Death Eaters..." Aiken heard the muttering from his father's mouth.

"Death Eaters? Who are they? 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 locked together.

"Resurrection? But why is it the Aiken family... It's unreasonable, I've never offended them... It's a problem between the associations? No way..."

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

"Father?"

"Fabian, you have a good rest, I'm going to see someone to figure this out!"

…

"Disgusting weather..." Old Aiken, who teleported to a certain hillside with an illegal door key, muttered, but he didn't take anyone with him except his most trusted entourage.

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

It was midnight in the world, and most of the light in the Muggle windows 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, except for No. 12.

Old Aiken saw the information that Muggles could not see. UU Reading waved his wand, and the buildings on both sides moved rumblingly to the side, and the Muggles in the house were unaware.

Twelve Grimmauld Place appeared in front of him.

Old Aiken stepped forward. It was a black lacquered door full of scratches. The silver doorknob was in the shape of a coiled snake. There was no keyhole or letterbox.

He rang the doorbell, and then suddenly heard an old woman's scolding coming from inside the house.

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

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

Regulus is very similar to Sirius, but his temperament and face are much calmer than his brother's, without the aggressive and cynical aggression, he raised his head slightly, showing his good qualities.

Regulus shook hands with the other party and showed a polite smile when entertaining guests.

"Mr. Aiken, illegally smuggled into the UK late at night, probably because of a very urgent matter."

Old Aiken followed him into the foyer and sat down in the parlour, where an old house-elf respectfully served black tea.

"Huh..." Taking a sip of the lipstick tea at random, Old Aiken let out a sigh of relief, and then said casually, "Mr. Black, there seems to be nothing to do recently?"

"Old Aiken," Regulus raised one foot comfortably, and at this time he also had the appearance of his own brother, "Did you come to me and Black Tea in the middle of the night? Everyone is smart—"

Old Aiken glanced at the other party, and then slowly said, "I was abrupt... Then tell me straight, Black, your master, are you back?"

Regulus's hand holding the black tea froze in the air, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.