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Chapter 392 Mark
Lucius Malfoy’s expression was solemn, and a biting cold wind seemed to freeze his throat. It looked like it took a lot of effort to open his closed lips. He said nonchalantly: "Very brave...Della...I mean the little wizard."
Felix studied his face carefully.
The wind began to blow again, and the black shadows of the trees swayed in the clearing between the two. After a moment of silence, Lucius said softly: "I know a little bit of information, the Malfoy family is always well informed..."
"...About a few months ago, during the summer vacation... late one night, the dark mark on his arm suddenly woke up from sleep. This is something that hasn't happened in more than ten years... Some people were very scared, they asked me to talk to me. This incident, and I...comforted them."
Felix looked at Lucius with interest. So, he knew about Voldemort's anomaly? He must have been frightened for a long time...Is the Quidditch World Cup a collective catharsis of those Death Eaters who lied to be imposing an Imperius Curse to escape punishment?
At this moment, when he handed the olive branch to him, did Lucius pick it up smoothly?
"The dark mark on the arm?" Felix asked, "I remember it only appeared over the victim's house, as a sign of Death Eaters' evil?"
Lucius shivered. When he met those calm blue eyes, he couldn't help but recall what happened at the Quidditch World Cup. It is the man in front of him who has played hundreds of wizards with absolute superiority... His magic seems to have no limit. It penetrates the chest of the person next to him over a long distance... Every time he wakes up from a nightmare, he will think of one. Question, what if this blue-eyed owner has to deal with himself?
His posture became more humble, and his body seemed to be shorter.
He whispered: "This is a secret. The Dark Lord marks loyal believers as a means of contacting them... and those believers will also be treated differently from the Dark Lord and given the privilege of summoning the Dark Lord."
Felix nodded, it made sense. In the magic world, there are fewer ways to keep in touch at any time. This is mainly because the wizards are too powerful. Phantom Shift and Floo fans have solved most of the distance problems.
But when the war broke out, wizards' demand for instant messaging and intelligence transmission increased dramatically, and the methods used by each camp were different. As far as he knows, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic always act collectively, striving to gain an advantage in the local area; the Order of the Phoenix uses the patron saint to relay news; as for the Death Eaters, he has not been clear before...
Was originally marked with the Dark Demon?
"So, every Death Eater is branded on his arm?"
"It's not like that...these ‘loyal’ believers," Lucius emphasized what he had just said.
"How do I understand the word ‘loyal’?"
"...The Dark Lord only cares about useful people." Lucius lowered his head uneasily, making it difficult to see his fast-moving gray eyes. Abilities...like Severus Snape."
He raised his head quickly and took a look, Felix stared at him blankly, and he hurriedly lowered his head again.
"Severus?" Felix repeated slowly.
"Yes...Yes, he showed extraordinary talents on Potions when he was in school, far surpassing me, and surpassing any member of the Potions Club at the time. The Dark Lord values his talents, no Always let him participate in the action, but provided precious potions in the rear... Later, when Slughorn retired, Hogwarts was in urgent need of a potions professor, and the Dark Lord arranged for him to enter the school. Dumbledore’s every move."
Felix nodded slightly. He knew about it, and Dumbledore pledged Severus after the war, proving that he was his undercover agent. But the question now is, the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix, who comes first?
Intuition tells him that there is an amazing secret hidden in it.
"When did Severus join the Death Eaters?"
"At a rally before graduation, the Dark Lord personally summoned him."
After a long silence, Felix said: "We digressed. Except for that time, has there been any abnormality in the Dark Mark since then?"
"Several times...intermittent burning sensation..."
"Hmm." Felix said, "It's like a bad signal from Muggle appliances?"
Lucius was taken aback for a moment and said, “You’re right, Mr. Haipu.” He knew what Muggle appliances were and what a bad signal meant.
"Then, there is one more thing left, let me see what the dark mark on your arm looks like..."
Lucius raised his head abruptly. In the previous conversation, he had avoided mentioning Death Eaters and had avoided connecting himself with that word. But now he must make a choice.
"Lucius...?"
After a moment of hesitation, he tremblingly lifted his cuffs. On the inside of the left forearm, there is a light red pattern that looks like a birthmark. It looks very vague, making it impossible to tell what it looks like. If it is placed elsewhere, some people must believe that it is an early symptom of dragon pox.
Felix repeatedly compared with the data in his mind, and finally saw a somewhat familiar shadow from some unique shapes.
"Under normal circumstances... in the era when the Dark Lord was in power, it was bright red, like blood. After the Dark Lord disappeared, the mark faded, but now the faded mark began to become obvious again. We also suspected him. Preparing for my return..."
Lucius turned his head and said.
"So, have you decided to choose one side?" Felix smiled and looked at him.
Lucius’ thin lips squirmed and did not speak.
"Just kidding, of course you can please both ends and bet on both ends-as you always do. No one can say anything about the future, but, Lucius, I am different from Voldemort. I am good enough for some people. Pay attention to it. I hope we can reach a consensus on this."
"Maybe a message from you can save the life of someone I know. I look forward to it and express my respect to you in advance." Felix straightened up and said in a grim tone: "Take these words. Keep it in your heart so that the thunder will not fall on you."
"If one day, the Dark Lord returns..." Lucius said hardly under tremendous pressure, "Of course, I would...I would..."
"What do you want?"
"...Contribute to the cause of justice, Mr. Haipu."
Felix smiled with satisfaction: "For the benefit, maybe he will never come back, you just made a bad check."
"Oh, yes," his tone became relaxed again, "I saw a broker walking into Malfoy Manor~www.novelhall.com~ Is he doing things for the Malfoy family? I'm very interested in this. ...It seems that you have your own set of rules, without adding some extra, unnecessary magic..."
……
The clouds covered the moon, and Lucius Malfoy stood quietly, with a picture of Felix Hap quietly disappearing in his mind, just like he did at the Quidditch World Cup, nothing at all. The slightest omen.
He breathed a long sigh of relief. What happened today was thrilling. Even if he got some promises, he didn't feel safer. He trembled when he thought of messing up under the eyes of the Dark Lord. No one knew the darkness better than him. The terrible devil. Fortunately, he only needs to disclose some irrelevant news, and he uses this reason to convince himself.
At this moment, he hopes that the Dark Lord’s return plan will be aborted more than anyone else, but people like him will never pin the future on illusory ‘hope’.
As long as he is careful to deal with, he will securely get a ticket for the future.
No matter who wins, whoever wins!
For a while, he cursed in a low voice. Write to Draco when you go back and ask him to go home for Christmas. It’s time to educate him. I knew all day long that I was entangled with that Potter at school and always lost...
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 392 Mark
Lucius Malfoy’s expression was solemn, and a biting cold wind seemed to freeze his throat. It looked like it took a lot of effort to open his closed lips. He said nonchalantly: "Very brave...Della...I mean the little wizard."
Felix studied his face carefully.
The wind began to blow again, and the black shadows of the trees swayed in the clearing between the two. After a moment of silence, Lucius said softly: "I know a little bit of information, the Malfoy family is always well informed..."
"...About a few months ago, during the summer vacation... late one night, the dark mark on his arm suddenly woke up from sleep. This is something that hasn't happened in more than ten years... Some people were very scared, they asked me to talk to me. This incident, and I...comforted them."
Felix looked at Lucius with interest. So, he knew about Voldemort's anomaly? He must have been frightened for a long time...Is the Quidditch World Cup a collective catharsis of those Death Eaters who lied to be imposing an Imperius Curse to escape punishment?
At this moment, when he handed the olive branch to him, did Lucius pick it up smoothly?
"The dark mark on the arm?" Felix asked, "I remember it only appeared over the victim's house, as a sign of Death Eaters' evil?"
Lucius shivered. When he met those calm blue eyes, he couldn't help but recall what happened at the Quidditch World Cup. It is the man in front of him who has played hundreds of wizards with absolute superiority... His magic seems to have no limit. It penetrates the chest of the person next to him over a long distance... Every time he wakes up from a nightmare, he will think of one. Question, what if this blue-eyed owner has to deal with himself?
His posture became more humble, and his body seemed to be shorter.
He whispered: "This is a secret. The Dark Lord marks loyal believers as a means of contacting them... and those believers will also be treated differently from the Dark Lord and given the privilege of summoning the Dark Lord."
Felix nodded, it made sense. In the magic world, there are fewer ways to keep in touch at any time. This is mainly because the wizards are too powerful. Phantom Shift and Floo fans have solved most of the distance problems.
But when the war broke out, wizards' demand for instant messaging and intelligence transmission increased dramatically, and the methods used by each camp were different. As far as he knows, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic always act collectively, striving to gain an advantage in the local area; the Order of the Phoenix uses the patron saint to relay news; as for the Death Eaters, he has not been clear before...
Was originally marked with the Dark Demon?
"So, every Death Eater is branded on his arm?"
"It's not like that...these ‘loyal’ believers," Lucius emphasized what he had just said.
"How do I understand the word ‘loyal’?"
"...The Dark Lord only cares about useful people." Lucius lowered his head uneasily, making it difficult to see his fast-moving gray eyes. Abilities...like Severus Snape."
He raised his head quickly and took a look, Felix stared at him blankly, and he hurriedly lowered his head again.
"Severus?" Felix repeated slowly.
"Yes...Yes, he showed extraordinary talents on Potions when he was in school, far surpassing me, and surpassing any member of the Potions Club at the time. The Dark Lord values his talents, no Always let him participate in the action, but provided precious potions in the rear... Later, when Slughorn retired, Hogwarts was in urgent need of a potions professor, and the Dark Lord arranged for him to enter the school. Dumbledore’s every move."
Felix nodded slightly. He knew about it, and Dumbledore pledged Severus after the war, proving that he was his undercover agent. But the question now is, the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix, who comes first?
Intuition tells him that there is an amazing secret hidden in it.
"When did Severus join the Death Eaters?"
"At a rally before graduation, the Dark Lord personally summoned him."
After a long silence, Felix said: "We digressed. Except for that time, has there been any abnormality in the Dark Mark since then?"
"Several times...intermittent burning sensation..."
"Hmm." Felix said, "It's like a bad signal from Muggle appliances?"
Lucius was taken aback for a moment and said, “You’re right, Mr. Haipu.” He knew what Muggle appliances were and what a bad signal meant.
"Then, there is one more thing left, let me see what the dark mark on your arm looks like..."
Lucius raised his head abruptly. In the previous conversation, he had avoided mentioning Death Eaters and had avoided connecting himself with that word. But now he must make a choice.
"Lucius...?"
After a moment of hesitation, he tremblingly lifted his cuffs. On the inside of the left forearm, there is a light red pattern that looks like a birthmark. It looks very vague, making it impossible to tell what it looks like. If it is placed elsewhere, some people must believe that it is an early symptom of dragon pox.
Felix repeatedly compared with the data in his mind, and finally saw a somewhat familiar shadow from some unique shapes.
"Under normal circumstances... in the era when the Dark Lord was in power, it was bright red, like blood. After the Dark Lord disappeared, the mark faded, but now the faded mark began to become obvious again. We also suspected him. Preparing for my return..."
Lucius turned his head and said.
"So, have you decided to choose one side?" Felix smiled and looked at him.
Lucius’ thin lips squirmed and did not speak.
"Just kidding, of course you can please both ends and bet on both ends-as you always do. No one can say anything about the future, but, Lucius, I am different from Voldemort. I am good enough for some people. Pay attention to it. I hope we can reach a consensus on this."
"Maybe a message from you can save the life of someone I know. I look forward to it and express my respect to you in advance." Felix straightened up and said in a grim tone: "Take these words. Keep it in your heart so that the thunder will not fall on you."
"If one day, the Dark Lord returns..." Lucius said hardly under tremendous pressure, "Of course, I would...I would..."
"What do you want?"
"...Contribute to the cause of justice, Mr. Haipu."
Felix smiled with satisfaction: "For the benefit, maybe he will never come back, you just made a bad check."
"Oh, yes," his tone became relaxed again, "I saw a broker walking into Malfoy Manor~www.novelhall.com~ Is he doing things for the Malfoy family? I'm very interested in this. ...It seems that you have your own set of rules, without adding some extra, unnecessary magic..."
……
The clouds covered the moon, and Lucius Malfoy stood quietly, with a picture of Felix Hap quietly disappearing in his mind, just like he did at the Quidditch World Cup, nothing at all. The slightest omen.
He breathed a long sigh of relief. What happened today was thrilling. Even if he got some promises, he didn't feel safer. He trembled when he thought of messing up under the eyes of the Dark Lord. No one knew the darkness better than him. The terrible devil. Fortunately, he only needs to disclose some irrelevant news, and he uses this reason to convince himself.
At this moment, he hopes that the Dark Lord’s return plan will be aborted more than anyone else, but people like him will never pin the future on illusory ‘hope’.
As long as he is careful to deal with, he will securely get a ticket for the future.
No matter who wins, whoever wins!
For a while, he cursed in a low voice. Write to Draco when you go back and ask him to go home for Christmas. It’s time to educate him. I knew all day long that I was entangled with that Potter at school and always lost...
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 392 MarkLucius Malfoy's expression was solemn, and a biting cold wind seemed to freeze his throat. It looked like it took a lot of effort to open his closed lips. He said nonchalantly: "Very brave...Della...I mean the little wizard." Felix studied his face carefully.The wind began to blow again, and the black shadows of the trees swayed in the clearing between the two. After a moment of silence, Lucius said softly: "I know a little bit of information, the Malfoy family is always well informed...""...About a few months ago, during the summer vacation... late one night, the dark mark on his arm suddenly woke up from sleep. This is something that hasn't happened in more than ten years... Some people were very scared, they asked me to talk to me. This incident, and I...comforted them."Felix looked at Lucius with interest. So, he knew about Voldemort's anomaly? He must have been frightened for a long time...Is the Quidditch World Cup a collective catharsis of those Death Eaters who lied to be imposing an Imperius Curse to escape punishment?At this moment, when he handed the olive branch to him, did Lucius pick it up smoothly?"The dark mark on the arm?" Felix asked, "I remember it only appeared over the victim's house, as a sign of Death Eaters' evil?"Lucius shivered. When he met those calm blue eyes, he couldn't help but recall what happened at the Quidditch World Cup. It is the man in front of him who has played hundreds of wizards with absolute superiority... His magic seems to have no limit. It penetrates the chest of the person next to him over a long distance... Every time he wakes up from a nightmare, he will think of one. Question, what if this blue-eyed owner has to deal with himself?His posture became more humble, and his body seemed to be shorter.He whispered: "This is a secret. The Dark Lord marks loyal believers as a means of contacting them... and those believers will also be treated differently from the Dark Lord and given the privilege of summoning the Dark Lord."Felix nodded, it made sense. In the magic world, there are fewer ways to keep in touch at any time. This is mainly because the wizards are too powerful. Phantom Shift and Floo fans have solved most of the distance problems.But when the war broke out, wizards' demand for instant messaging and intelligence transmission increased dramatically, and the methods used by each camp were different. As far as he knows, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic always act collectively, striving to gain an advantage in the local area; the Order of the Phoenix uses the patron saint to relay news; as for the Death Eaters, he has not been clear before...Was originally marked with the Dark Demon? "So, every Death Eater is branded on his arm?" "It's not like that...these loyal' believers," Lucius emphasized what he had just said."How do I understand the word loyal'?""...The Dark Lord only cares about useful people." Lucius lowered his head uneasily, making it difficult to see his fast-moving gray eyes. Abilities...like Severus Snape."He raised his head quickly and took a look, Felix stared at him blankly, and he hurriedly lowered his head again. "Severus?" Felix repeated slowly."Yes...Yes, he showed extraordinary talents on Potions when he was in school, far surpassing me, and surpassing any member of the Potions Club at the time. The Dark Lord values his talents, no Always let him participate in the action, but provided precious potions in the rear... Later, when Slughorn retired, Hogwarts was in urgent need of a potions professor, and the Dark Lord arranged for him to enter the school. Dumbledore's every move." Felix nodded slightly. He knew about it, and Dumbledore pledged Severus after the war, proving that he was his undercover agent. But the question now is, the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix, who comes first?Intuition tells him that there is an amazing secret hidden in it. "When did Severus join the Death Eaters?" "At a rally before graduation, the Dark Lord personally summoned him." After a long silence, Felix said: "We digressed. Except for that time, has there been any abnormality in the Dark Mark since then?" "Several times...intermittent burning sensation..." "Hmm." Felix said, "It's like a bad signal from Muggle appliances?"Lucius was taken aback for a moment and said, You're right, Mr. Haipu. He knew what Muggle appliances were and what a bad signal meant. "Then, there is one more thing left, let me see what the dark mark on your arm looks like..."Lucius raised his head abruptly. In the previous conversation, he had avoided mentioning Death Eaters and had avoided connecting himself with that word. But now he must make a choice. "Lucius...?"After a moment of hesitation, he tremblingly lifted his cuffs. On the inside of the left forearm, there is a light red pattern that looks like a birthmark. It looks very vague, making it impossible to tell what it looks like. If it is placed elsewhere, some people must believe that it is an early symptom of dragon pox.Felix repeatedly compared with the data in his mind, and finally saw a somewhat familiar shadow from some unique shapes."Under normal circumstances... in the era when the Dark Lord was in power, it was bright red, like blood. After the Dark Lord disappeared, the mark faded, but now the faded mark began to become obvious again. We also suspected him. Preparing for my return..."Lucius turned his head and said. "So, have you decided to choose one side?" Felix smiled and looked at him.Lucius' thin lips squirmed and did not speak."Just kidding, of course you can please both ends and bet on both ends-as you always do. No one can say anything about the future, but, Lucius, I am different from Voldemort. I am good enough for some people. Pay attention to it. I hope we can reach a consensus on this.""Maybe a message from you can save the life of someone I know. I look forward to it and express my respect to you in advance." Felix straightened up and said in a grim tone: "Take these words. Keep it in your heart so that the thunder will not fall on you." "If one day, the Dark Lord returns..." Lucius said hardly under tremendous pressure, "Of course, I would...I would..." "What do you want?""...Contribute to the cause of justice, Mr. Haipu." Felix smiled with satisfaction: "For the benefit, maybe he will never come back, you just made a bad check.""Oh, yes," his tone became relaxed again, "I saw a broker walking into Malfoy Manor~www.novelhall.com~ Is he doing things for the Malfoy family? I'm very interested in this. ...It seems that you have your own set of rules, without adding some extra, unnecessary magic..."The clouds covered the moon, and Lucius Malfoy stood quietly, with a picture of Felix Hap quietly disappearing in his mind, just like he did at the Quidditch World Cup, nothing at all. The slightest omen.He breathed a long sigh of relief. What happened today was thrilling. Even if he got some promises, he didn't feel safer. He trembled when he thought of messing up under the eyes of the Dark Lord. No one knew the darkness better than him. The terrible devil. Fortunately, he only needs to disclose some irrelevant news, and he uses this reason to convince himself.At this moment, he hopes that the Dark Lord's return plan will be aborted more than anyone else, but people like him will never pin the future on illusory hope'.As long as he is careful to deal with, he will securely get a ticket for the future.No matter who wins, whoever wins!For a while, he cursed in a low voice. Write to Draco when you go back and ask him to go home for Christmas. It's time to educate him. I knew all day long that I was entangled with that Potter at school and always lost...End of this chapter
