Chapter 259： teacher

In Malfoy Manor, wizards in black robes and masks gathered in the hall again.

Sean, who was sitting in the first place, gently stroked the cool and smooth body of Bird Snake. He lowered his head slightly and did not speak.

None of the Death Eaters off the field dared to speak out, and they all knew that the moody Dark Lord had just lost one of his most trusted servants.

In the chilling atmosphere, Sean stroked the bird snake for a while, then let it loose and let it swim to the long table.

Birdsnakes are not actually a kind of snakes at all, and Parseltongue can't communicate with them. Sean's tacit understanding with bird-snake Najia comes from a long time together. Najia's IQ can make it easy to understand Sean. the intention,

The scales with metallic luster slid across the immaculate luxury long table, and the indoor light shone on the scales of the bird and snake, and the slightly dazzling light stimulated the Death Eaters beside each long table.

The body of the bird snake is slowly expanding. It does not seem to have the chilling meaning that snakes are born with, but has a dreamlike beauty.

But the Death Eaters knew that as long as the man in the first uttered a single syllable, the beautiful creature in front of him would wrap the target into a pile of meat sauce.

The bird snake climbed to the end of the table, it flicked its tail violently, its body swelled again, and then it surrounded the whole long table and the people sitting beside it.

The atmosphere became more eerie.

Sean tapped his fingers on the edge of the long table a few times. "Okay, my friends, doesn't anyone want to say something to me?"

Little Barty glanced coldly at the others, he stood up and looked at Sean: "Master, there is a traitor among us..."

As soon as the word 'traitor' appeared, all the Death Eaters looked at their companions in horror and anger. In this uncohesive organization, everyone could betray them.

Sean nodded casually: "Barty, at least you've been thinking, it's good... Come on, explain to the idiots around you."

Barty smiled cruelly: "The reason why the Lestrange brothers were arrested was because they thought about the deaths of several Muggles many years ago. That incident was not exposed at the time, and the Ministry of Magic did not catch their flaws-- It's been mentioned again after many years, ha, did the Lestrange brothers report themselves?"

Sean stood up slowly, and he walked to the table, pacing slowly behind everyone's chairs.

"Look, look at my loyal friends, the expressions on each of your faces are so angry, can I understand that - all of you here have not betrayed me?"

No one answered.

Sean walked behind a big man with a ferocious and stupid face, who was the same height as Sean even when he was sitting.

"Cobain? What do you think?" Sean patted Cobain Yaxley on the head.

The big brown bear-like man shrunk, and lowered his head cowardly so that his master's arms wouldn't have to be lifted so hard.

"Great Master, my loyalty to you will never change..." he said tremblingly.

"It didn't intensify..." A thought came from Dave, the Winged Demon in the inner pocket of the robe, who was helping Sean stare into the looking glass.

There are very few Death Eaters who dare to betray, and a large part of this is due to Voldemort's extremely advanced level of Legionnaire. Naturally, Sean did not have such strength. He originally considered using the high-precision sight glass obtained by lottery to identify, but at the first meeting, he found that the sight glass would shine and rotate when facing everyone present.

He also didn't understand the working principle of the speculum, and finally gave up the idea.

But after a few gatherings, especially after he punished several Death Eaters, Looking Glass finally stopped being "equal" when it came to these people.

For example, when Sean gets close to Barty Crouch Jr., the looking glass almost stops spinning, when he gets close to Bella it doesn't spin at all, and the same goes for the Malfoys.

Sean understood some reasons through this. The Death Eaters present had recognized Sean, and Sean and Voldemort had already drawn an equal sign in their eyes, so the evil thoughts in their hearts had already subsided.

And the magnitude of the glowing rotation can prove the person's loyalty to Voldemort.

Sean just turned around on the right, and everyone more or less let the looking glass sound the alarm. This is actually a normal situation, after all, Voldemort relied on personal warriors to suppress members.

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The only exception was Regulus on his side, and the looking glass was spinning wildly enough to imagine him against Sean—no, Voldemort, to be precise. Regulus would be bad for Voldemort.

This was expected by Sean, but he was not sure which side of the spy Regulus was. He wanted to ask Professor Dumbledore before, but he never found the other party when he went back and forth through the vanishing cabinet. Just let it go.

If Regulus was a spy in the Wizards' United Guard, everything would make sense. He had been in charge of the connection with the French side before, and had access to those people conditionally.

But it also involved Regulus himself.

In the original plot line, Regulus did not serve Voldemort for a long time. It only took him a few years to see through the true face of Voldemort, and then bravely perished with a Horcrux.

Now, things have changed a lot...

After thinking about it, Sean decided to leave Regulus untouched. Under the current circumstances, it is more important to catch another spy.

He skipped the shivering Cobain Yaxley and walked behind the next person.

Sean was just getting closer when Dave thought: "The looking glass is spinning at a high speed, and it's very bright!"

Caught... Sean squinted at the wizard in front of him.

Evan Rozier, one of the core members of the early Death Eaters, a member of the Rozier family, related to Vita Rozier, who last proposed to attack Ron's two Uncle, the Prewett brothers.

Tsk, there is indeed a problem... Sean slightly raised the corner of his mouth.

The other party is eager to expose the Death Eaters to the sun...

Sean patted Evan Rozier's back lightly, he didn't rush to do it, and walked away under the trembling eyes of the other party.

After walking in a circle, most of the Death Eaters were as he expected, fearing Voldemort, and they had careful thoughts in their hearts, but they had not yet reached the place where they turned into real actions.

Sean memorized the names of a few looking glass warnings that were too strong. He raised his head, glanced at Regulus, and then waved to Barty Jr.

"Master." Little Barty approached.

Sean pressed his Dark Mark, then leaned back comfortably.

Barty received the message instantly, he lowered his eyes slightly, pursed his lips, and hid the cruel smile on his face.

He straightened up and looked at the Death Eaters, stretched out his hand and ordered a few people: "You, you, you, and you, come with me, the master has given me a temporary task."

The few people who were named looked at each other a little nervously, and finally stood up and followed Barty to the outside.

When they went out, Sean leaned over and looked at Regulus happily: "My friend, have you been having a good time recently?"

The other party lowered his head: "Master, your return is my greatest joy."

There was a dazzling green light outside the window, and the rest of the Death Eaters looked at the window in horror and then immediately turned their heads down.

Sean smiled kindly: "It's really pleasing to hear... Regulus, you say, what should we do with the betrayer."

A trace of fear flashed in Regulus' lowered eyes, but he just lowered his head lower and said calmly and ruthlessly, "Of course we will use the harshest means to punish him."

Sean smiled and clapped his hands, and the crisp applause echoed in everyone's ears: "That's right."

The door was pushed open again, and the eyes of the people who walked out were cold. They dragged in with a broken and twisted body, and then dumped each other like throwing garbage.

Evan Rozier, like a broken sack, lay in front of everyone.

He was dead and lost all sound.

Sean smiled nervously, and he looked at Malfoy while clapping his hands slowly: "Lucius, don't you want to express your gratitude to me? In order not to dirty your beautiful hall, I even let people Take him outside."

Lucius glanced at the dead Evan Rozier, and he nodded immediately: "Thank you, Master."

Sean sneered, mainly because he didn't prepare too much in advance. If he couldn't burn Evan Rozier to death like the first time, then he would be suspected again.

But fortunately, Barty is loyal enough to himself and clever enough, of course he can understand the idea that his master is too lazy to do it~

Sean stepped over Evan Rozier's corpse earnestly, his body slowly turning into black smoke, and then left his last words.

"I will solve Bella's matter. Everyone is not allowed to act rashly and continue their tasks until they receive my order."

"Yes!"

The Death Eaters all bowed down to see their master.

Sean, who turned into black smoke, quickly lost track in the night sky. After making sure that no one was following, he was exposed on a hillside.

Grindelwald's figure slowly emerged, and he smiled: "Finished?"

"Ok."

Grindelwald glanced at him, then smiled even more happily: "The fluctuation of magic power is very small, didn't you do it yourself?"

"Yes, sir."

"Very good, very good, you are beginning to understand what I have taught you. Using the power at our disposal, many things can be achieved without our own hands."

Sean shrugged: "I didn't have that effect myself, I'm only in the second grade."

"It's only a matter of time before you grow up to where I am now, and I'm not as strong as you think." Grindelwald smiled and suddenly said these words.

He stood on the top of the **** and looked up at the moonlight. When the picture reached Sean's eyes, he suddenly felt a bleak feeling.

Not so strong... Sean chewed on the meaning of this sentence, he stood beside the other party and said, "Sir, you seem to be very... um, um..."

After deliberating for a long time, he couldn't find a good adjective, but Grindelwald smiled indifferently and took over: "Sentimental?"

"It's not right... It just feels like you're not in a high mood." Sean touched his head.

"The older I get, the more I see and sigh." Grindelwald said with a smile.

Sean looked sideways at the smiling old man, who suddenly felt a trance.

When he met the other party for the first time through the disappearing cabinet, he was still in awe, and the other party obviously lived up to his expectations. Although he didn't hurt Sean, his various attitudes showed his indifference to Sean.

And after such a long time, especially in the recent interaction between the two of them in Nurmengard, he taught himself magic, taught himself to read people's hearts, and taught himself how to behave. He would still use magic to block Sean's mouth when he wanted to, but the meaning behind the action was completely different.

Sean suddenly discovered that, from fear to admiration, now, in his eyes, Grindelwald is already a trustworthy teacher.

The old man's personal charm is really enough... Sean snorted habitually, and then sat down on the ground.

"Teacher," he changed his name, "maybe you can talk to me?"

The change of title made Grindelwald raise his brows slightly, he shook his head amusingly, and then kicked Sean's ass: "You're getting better and better at getting your feet wet."

Sean rubbed his **** indifferently, and said indifferently, "You taught me well."

Grindelwald twisted his short beard again proudly: "This is the truth."

Super narcissist... Sean rolled his eyes and continued: "Teacher, in fact, I never knew what kind of character I was in your eyes. You took me as the prophecy. A key figure? Or a tool man in your confrontation with Professor Dumbledore? Or, the successor of your ideals and aspirations?"

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes slightly, but he still smiled wildly.

Sean didn't look back, and continued: "But it doesn't affect my attitude towards you, although it seems like a stinky thing for a second-year student to say that to the most powerful wizard in history, but I do think you are worth it. Trusted elders. So I thought, if you have any ideas, maybe you can tell me.”

Grindelwald stood beside Sean, he was silent for a while, and then said in his unique arrogant and magnetic tone: "The most powerful wizard in history... I'm sure you, this little guy, definitely secretly added in his heart. 'One', ha, but you're still doing a good job of flattering."

"Life is forced, understand." Sean laughed while hugging his legs.

Grindelwald laughed. He looked at the night sky with his hands behind his back, and said leisurely, "Sean, do you know what my ideal is?"

"Liberate wizards and let them live in the sun, Muggles should be slaves - but I have to say, I don't agree with the last sentence."

"It's useless if you don't agree." Grindelwald choked him first, then laughed again, "At first I thought of a way to detonate the bomb in your body early, and let the guilt fall and cleanse the world, maybe it's a good idea. s Choice."

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