Chapter 240： Sean in need of cannon fodder

Regulus was stunned for a moment, then put the porcelain cup full of expensive black tea to his lips, took a sip and 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 death, miss their own elegance and the teacup that will never be put down.

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

Regulus didn't mind that the other party repeated what he had just said, and he still held the teacup gracefully: "It is because of the frankness that I told you clearly that I don't understand."

This time, it was Old Aiken's turn to wonder. According to his son's description, the tattoo on the forearm of the pretender must be the Dark Mark. As far as I know, this Death Eater represented by the Dark Mark, which is a pure-blood radical organization in the United Kingdom, is always mysterious.

Although the association behind him once cooperated with the Death Eaters, old Aiken did not know who the owner of the Death Eaters was, but he got the news of the disappearance of the master of the gods. There are two theories in the association, one is the mysterious When the master was studying some terrifying black magic, his soul was dissipated by backlash, and the second was that the man was destroyed by an extremely powerful wizard.

The Death Eaters had been out of action for nearly a year, and as far as old Aiken knew, they didn't even have a presence in the British Ministry of Magic anymore.

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

Is he pretending?

Old Aiken, who was not sure about the other party's state, hesitated for a while and decided to clarify his purpose.

"Blake, I hope you don't forget the promise you made with the association." He said half a reminder and half a threat, and then shared his son's experience.

Regulus rubbed the smooth teacup lightly, and said slowly: "Of course I will not forget the promise, but the specific matters have always been decided by the master... and I don't understand what you said about returning, the master never left. "

Stubborn...Old Aiken wasn't going to expose the other party, he said, "That would be better...but how do you explain the dark mark?"

Regulus replied: "That's not our member - old Aiken, remove your suspicious eyes, we don't need to take action against your son, what's the purpose? What about the interests?"

Who knows, your master was originally a neurotic guy...Old Aiken slandered, not believing the other party's words, he has decided to go back and pay a lot of money to ask someone to take action and give his son a good check.

"Blake, it doesn't matter if you did it or not, but I came here on purpose to remind you of—"

"Thank you for your reminder..." Regulus narrowed his eyes slightly, "But Death Eaters never accept threats..."

Old Aiken sneered secretly, the other party's behavior made him a little disdain.

The owner of his own is nowhere to be seen, yet he has to maintain his poor self-esteem...

He has never looked down on the British wizarding world. Old Aiken has always believed that there is no wizard worthy of serious consideration in the entire UK except Dumbledore.

Looking at the Black family in front of him, if it weren't for the cooperative relationship between the association and the Death Eaters, if the bloodline of the other party was not old and pure enough, he would not have a relationship with the other party - after the death of the Death Eater's owner was unknown, The relationship between the two parties has begun to fade.

When Old Aiken came in, he also saw the decoration of the other party's house. It was different from the luxurious and spacious mansion of his own. It was gloomy and old-fashioned, and the other party didn't want to change much.

Just like the old house elf who came up to deliver the tea just now, the ancient pure-blood family had only one servant, and they didn't even hire a powerful wizard to guard the mansion.

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

Don't they have Golden Galleons? Not really.

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

In France, even a few pure-blood families that have been in decline, they are more ostentatious than the British, at least a few more outstanding wizards have been recruited in the family.

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

As soon as he thought of this name, old Aiken felt that his bare left wrist, which was hidden under the robe, began to itch, and the fear in his heart also spread.

When the powerful wizard who was the first Dark Lord and not the Headmaster of Nurmengard was raging, most of the world had experienced his horror. These lucky and unfortunate Englishmen escaped because of Mr. Dumbledore standing behind him. Zed - Grindelwald, who ravaged Europe, did not lead the saints to set foot on Scottish soil.

This was called luck back then, but over the years, wizards from other countries who have experienced true power have grown up. Only these unfortunate Englishmen who remember that glory is praiseworthy, but indulge in glory and do not know how to improve themselves, It couldn't be more stupid.

These 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 that it was 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 can't control the idiots under him..."

He leaned forward slowly, with a threatening tone in his voice: "When the time comes, when the idiot is hung from the ceiling, please also ask Mr. Black not to get excited."

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

Old Aiken gave him one last look, and then hurried away.

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

This is where he...he lived with his brother Sirius when they were teenagers, and he didn't move out even after he actually inherited the Black family.

Regulus paced his room for a while, he seemed to be hesitating.

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 sort of decision, then disappeared with a bang.

That night, Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire, England.

"Unknown Death Eater? You mean, Master recovered?!" At the long table, Lestrange suddenly stood up.

Her body trembled slightly with excitement, and her eyes widened and bulged forcefully.

Lucius Malfoy looked at Regulus with a calm expression, but his right hand holding the cane kept rubbing, obviously not at peace.

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

"Maybe it's some kind of signal—" Lestrange had already paced back and forth behind his chair, "he, maybe he's in some kind of predicament, he needs me, he needs his loyal servant!"

Looking at the frenzied Lestrange, Malfoy and his wife looked at each other, and then lightly smashed the cane: "Bella, this matter needs to be carefully investigated..."

"Investigate?!" Lestrange interrupted what her brother-in-law was about to say next, her eyes were round and her face was full of gloom, "Lucius, how long has it been since the master left, you have already seen the wind. Rudder?"

"Ha—" She gave a sharp laugh, "Is it a Malfoy tradition?!"

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

"Excuse me!" Lestrange shouted, "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 would like to say, maybe their master has no ability to perceive now?

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

"Then how do we get in touch with the master?! That's the curse that the master used to contact us in one direction. After the master disappeared, it's not that we didn't spend a lot of effort to activate the marker to contact the master, but there was no response!"

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

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

The expressions of the Malfoys were even stiffer. They were familiar with Barty Crouch Jr., a smart and fanatical madman. If he learned the news, the Ministry of Magic would probably have someone under the Imperius Curse again.

"Don't make trouble for him, his father is already preparing to run for a new minister, that will be a huge 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 insert someone into the Ministry of Magic, don't you just think that the master is missing now, and you have been paying those golden Galleons for management to make you feel sick. ?!"

"you!"

Seeing that Lestrange had taken out his wand, Regulus reluctantly stood up to stop the two, he pondered for a while and said, "You can try, if the master really returns and needs some small It will be the best moment to prove our loyalty."

Lestrange was quite convinced of Regulus, and finally snorted coldly to indicate that he would not pursue it for the time being.

Under such an atmosphere, paying the price to activate the mark became the latest task of the Death Eaters.

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

He pulled the quilt, preparing to go to bed early today.

Suddenly, there was a warm feeling on his right forearm, and a slight call from a woman appeared 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... familiar..." Sean frowned and thought, he must have heard this voice somewhere, but he couldn't remember much.

Of course, this wasn't 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, and it ended up being his small library.

Sean therefore mastered many high-level black magic, and at the same time, the description of the black magic mark also came to his mind.

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

The spell, created by Riddle, can be planted on the Death Eater's forearm, which is the Death Eater's mark and a means of contact.

The Black Mark is a one-way contact marker spell. Only the caster can use the marker to notify other Death Eaters. This contact is one-way, and there are only a few expensive ways for Death Eaters to contact them. Del, and the Dark Mark cannot be removed once planted.

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

When he disguised as a student of Nurmengard, he planted a black mark on himself. On the one hand, he was distracting the other party's attention, and on the other hand, he was investigating Riddle's current state.

With Grindelwald by his side, Sean doesn't have to worry about being targeted by the lingering Riddle - and, having fully understood the spell, he has the same authority over the Dark Mark as Riddle.

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

After thinking for a while, Sean wanted to understand the reason, and also remembered the identity of the caller.

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

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

He waited for a while, and there was no more news. Riddle could not perceive his control over the mark, and naturally he could not perceive the other party.

Sean, who was hesitant, finally found Grindelwald.

The headmaster of Nurmengard just smiled and left him a sentence: "Do it with confidence... The forces include confidants, and naturally cannon fodder..."

Sean, who understood the meaning of the other party, was shocked. Did Grindelwald want him to control the Death Eaters? !

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

Wait a minute, it seems like this can really be done...

Sean narrowed his eyes and, alone in the basement, raised his wand and replanted the Dark Mark on his arm.

"Let's watch it tonight to see if there will be any news..." Sean muttered.

That night, Lestrange's faint voice rang again.