HP heard I should be a Death Eater

It was already noon the next day when Lucius came out of his father's room.He glanced at Signus, who was squatting outside the door, and barely pulled the corner of his mouth: "Thank you for being here with me."

"We're friends," Signus said, standing up, moving his tingling legs.The diary was still clutched in his hand, and he wanted to return it to Lucius, but Lucius took a step back and refused to touch it.

"This book is quite evil. I always feel that it is tricking me to open it. It wants to talk to me. Don't you feel anything?"

"No, I've been holding it all night."

Lucius breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you for your affinity for black magic, I'll leave this book to you first."

Signus put the notebook in his pocket: "After the news of Mr. Malfoy's death is made public, that person will definitely come here. If he asks you for the diary, what do you say?"

"Father didn't tell me anything before he died."

The word death made Lucius unconsciously reveal pain.Signus wanted to comfort him, but knew that no matter what he said, it would be useless.He's a Blake.From the flawed family tree of the Black family, we can know that there are too many things that are more important to them than family affection, and the pure love between the Malfoy family seems incomprehensible.

Unlike other Blacks, Signus doesn't find the Malfoy-style family affection disgusting, and has always been envious.But he never really got it, and naturally he couldn't understand the feeling of losing it, so he could only silently accompany Lucius and wait for him to get better.

"What are you going to do next?" Signus asked after returning to the living room.Of course he knew it was inhuman to ask such a question the day after Mr Malfoy died, but it had to be asked.Abraxas Malfoy's death would not be hidden for long, the Malfoy family, the Dark Lord, and the Death Eaters were all watching Lucius, and he had no time to grieve.

"I, I don't know." Lucius smiled bitterly: "To be honest, the thing I want to do the most right now is to rush to that person and give him a death curse."

Signus nodded, and said seriously: "Then I suggest you review Occlumency first, and don't let that person discover your thoughts."

Lucius still smiled wryly, only now did he realize that the praise from others over the years was meaningless at all. He was essentially a 17-year-old wizard, young and weak, who knew the murderer of his father but had no power to avenge him.

No, it's not just that you can't take revenge!If he still wants to live, he must whitewash the peace and pretend that he knows nothing!

A deep sense of powerlessness spread from the bottom of his heart and quickly swept through his whole body.Lucius had to imitate Signus' usual appearance, leaning his back against the wall and handing over half of his weight.He wanted to vent the anger and sorrow in his heart, but he couldn't vent at all, and he didn't know what else he could do at this time.

"What about you? I know you have always disapproved of him. Now that you know his face, you must have a plan, right?" He looked up at Signus.

"I'm going to kill him." Signus said without hesitation, as if it was easy.Lucius couldn't help laughing: "Kill him? Just rely on you?"

"It's up to me." Signus said firmly.

Lucius suppressed his smile, and only thought for a few seconds: "Okay, add me."

Signus raised an eyebrow: "Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure." Lucius said coldly, "Anyone who hurts Malfoy will pay the price."

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When Signus got back to the Blakes that night, he retreated to his room and took out his journal to examine it carefully.

The book looks ordinary, with the leatherette cover and the thin, brittle paper inside at first glance, it belongs to the Muggle world.Of course, the Dark Lord would not think that such a street stall was worthy of carrying his soul, but young and poor Tom Liddell had no choice.He even had to choose this kind of notebook that could buy a bunch of books for ten yuan, because making a horcrux must go through a lot of practice.

Signus thought for a long time, thought twice, finally picked up the quill pen, and wrote a line in a flurry of words: February 1971, 2, I actually picked up a diary.

He paused and waited for a moment, the notebook seemed unresponsive.He thought for a while and continued to write: I thought that things in the magic world would be more interesting, but I didn't expect it to be very ordinary.This kind of book is sold everywhere in London, and it turns out that wizards can also use it.

He stopped writing again and stared at the notebook.This time, after a short wait, the handwriting on the notebook miraculously disappeared, and another person's words appeared in the blank space: You are wrong, this is not an ordinary notebook.

Signus regained his energy, restrained his excitement, counted the seconds and waited for a while, picked up his pen and continued writing: Who are you?

This time he wrote very slowly, like a child who discovered a secret, surprised, excited, and a little scared.

Ben's answer came quickly: I am Tom Riddle.

Signus looked at the name, but before he could think of what to write, another sentence appeared in the notebook: Are you a student of Hogwarts?

Signus raised an eyebrow and wrote: I am.

The other party asked again: Which college are you from?

Signus casually wrote: Hufflepuff.

This time the book has not responded for a long time.Signus also lost his patience and closed the diary and put it in a drawer.

It's stupid to talk to a diary that wouldn't be able to say anything even if it knew something.The Dark Lord in school days is no longer a kid who is easy to lie to.

Signus scratched his hair irritably, pacing back and forth in the room.How many Horcruxes will the Dark Lord make?This question is not difficult to guess, because he will definitely choose a stable number, such as three.There must be a Horcrux in Gaunt's old house in Little Hangleton, and the smell of decay is the proof.Bella's wedding present, the Hufflepuff Gold Cup is also a Horcrux.Plus the diary that Lucius gave him, exactly three.

It is not difficult to destroy them, and the devil flame can do it. The problem is that once the Horcrux is destroyed, it means that the soul of the Dark Lord attached to it will also be burned to death, so he himself will definitely be the first to destroy them. time felt.Anger would make him harder than ever, but the pain of missing a soul would also make him weaker than ever.

For a while, Signus felt that the Dark Lord at that time would burst out with great power and would be difficult to approach. At the same time, he felt that the Dark Lord, whose soul was injured, might be at his weakest, and the chance of assassination was once in a lifetime.

He turned around in the room, two thoughts, and many unformed thoughts were fighting in his head, and no one could gain the upper hand, which caused him insomnia all night, but he didn't come to any results. He was woken up again by his father early in the morning, and forced to take over a lot of housework that had been delayed by various Death Eater tasks for several days.

Signus sat in the study in a daze for a long time, feeling that he was so sleepy that he couldn't even understand the English alphabet, but he couldn't follow his father's example.Regulus came over once on the way, and immediately ran out after seeing a table of heavenly documents, fearing that his brother would take the opportunity to "train" him.So Signus had no choice but to spend time in the study, and it was nearly dusk when he came out.

There were only a few hours left in the day, and Signus was eager to visit Spider's End.Although he hadn't seen him for only two days, these two days were really difficult, which made him miss Snape very much.The voices of adults talking came from downstairs. It should be that the father and mother were finally willing to come back.Signus wanted to say hello and find an excuse to go out, but saw the last person in the living room who he didn't want to meet at this time.

The Dark Lord sat on the chair where Regulus usually read, and the Blacks stood beside him, as if he was the owner of the house.Regulus was also here today. The Dark Lord leaned forward slightly, looked at him intently, listened to him talk about the books he had read recently, and the doubts he had in his studies, and answered them from time to time. He dabbled in fields ranging from the most boring history of magic to Hardest potion.Signus stopped at the door, listened carefully to every word the Dark Lord said, and had to admit that no matter how crazy the Dark Lord became, Hogwarts outstanding graduate Tom Liddell was still a part of him.

Had he not had his soul divided, he might have achieved something worthy of the annals of history.It's a pity that there are no ifs in the world.

"Siegel." Since Signus stood at the door for too long, the Dark Lord looked up and joked: "If you want to attend the class, I can teach you alone, but the content of the first grade is not for you. It's no use anymore."

Signus smiled cooperatively and walked into the living room: "That's not necessarily true. At least before today, I didn't know that slugs have so many functions."

"Really? I remember you had a potion genius friend named Severus Snape, right? He never told you?" The Dark Lord asked casually, but Signus was startled cold sweat.He knew that Snape was already well-known among the great families, but he never thought that his name would reach the ears of the Dark Lord.Although there are not many potions masters in Britain, there are more than a dozen or twenty. Even if the Dark Lord wants to target someone, it shouldn't be Snape's turn.

However, the more nervous he became, the more calm Signus looked on the surface, pretending to be dismissive and said: "Snape is a bit clever, but there are many people who have good grades in Slytherin Potions." He quickly thought of several A student with an O in potions in the academy.Lucius couldn't bring it up now, lest the Dark Lord remember asking about Mr. Malfoy.Bella couldn't bring it up, because he never praised Bella, and it would look abnormal.Can't mention Corison either, the Zabini family managed to be neutral with great difficulty, and they couldn't be dragged in... In a second or two, Signus had already chosen the safest name, but after the Dark Lord heard it, But he just laughed it off and didn't let Snape go because of it.

"You underestimate Snape's talent too much. He inherited the blood of the Prince family. How can those mediocre people compare to him?"

Mrs. Black also spoke at this time: "During this time, Slughorn has always been showing off that he has a very talented student. Although he is not yet in the third grade, he has already been able to complete intermediate potions independently. Advanced potions can also be tried. Snape's talent is undoubtedly outstanding."

Slughorn?Signus clenched his fists, he didn't expect the old guy to push his student out to block the gun in order to avoid the Death Eaters' solicitation.He thought that Snape was not protected by anyone, so he could bully him casually!

The Dark Lord came today with a clear purpose, but Signus was absolutely unwilling to let Snape get involved with the Death Eaters.He kept silent, and the Dark Lord couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "Siegel, is there a problem?"

In just two days of Hogwarts vacation, Mr. Malfoy's death, Horcruxes, and the messy housework at Black's house have already caused Signus to be devastated. In addition, he has not closed his eyes for two consecutive days. The moving mind is getting more and more confused.Facing the Dark Lord's strong interest in Snape at this time, he couldn't help blurting out in a hurry: "He's a half-breed."

There was silence in the room. Mr. Black and Mrs. Black didn't think there was anything wrong with this sentence. Regulus wondered why his brother suddenly cared about blood. No one noticed the Dark Lord's dark face for a moment, except West Gnass.

Signus certainly saw the change in the Dark Lord, after all he was staring into those dark red eyes.Once the conversation started, it was out of control.Signus looked at the person in front of him, and continued to say in a contemptuous tone: "I know he has the blood of the Prince family, but so what? A mixed blood is a mixed blood, and it is never possible to really become a Prince." .He may become a master of potions and achieve something, but don't forget that since he was born, he couldn't get rid of the filth brought to him by his father..."

"Brother!" Regulus widened his eyes, unable to believe that such cruel words came from Signus.He didn't know anything, and naturally he didn't understand that every word of these words was addressed to the Dark Lord and had nothing to do with Snape.

Before Regulus could jump up to protest, the Dark Lord had drawn his wand.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Hitting Signus in the chest with a furious curse, the pain was more intense than any punishment, and the rest of Signus' words turned into a scream.

This is the first time he screamed out in such a disfigured way when he was being punished, like those rat-like black wizards who lived in the gutter, huddled up on the ground, with twisted fingers clasped on the ground, twitching, handsome His face was pale, and the veins on his forehead were raised, but he was drenched in cold sweat within a few seconds.

The Dark Lord rose slowly from his chair, walked up to him, and rolled him over with his foot on his shoulder.

"Dirty? Do you think you are noble the way you are?"

Signus couldn't answer, his world was filled with endless pain, he couldn't hear the sound, and couldn't see the light.He didn't even know if he was still making that piercing scream.

The Dark Lord stared at him for a while, smiled sarcastically, and finally let him go, returned to his seat and sat down.Regulus, who saw the Dark Lord's punishment for the first time, was already stunned, but the Blacks didn't respond, as if the one who was punished wasn't his proud eldest son, and it wasn't them who were frightened and obviously needed comfort. youngest son.

"Siegel, stretch out your right hand." The Dark Lord said softly.

Signus was drenched, lying on the ground with weak breathing, as if he was dead.

"Siegel, don't make me say it a second time."

Signus moved on the ground, tried to stand up, but failed.The Dark Lord looked at him leisurely, he lowered his head to hide the emotion in his eyes, crawled over step by step, then rolled up his sleeve tremblingly, and brought his right arm in front of the Dark Lord.

The tip of the wand lightly touched his arm, and blood dripped down, gathering into a pool on the floor.If the pain just now came from the soul, now it comes from the body.The Dark Lord carved a pattern of the Dark Mark drawn in flesh and blood on his arm.

This was still a punishment, and the Dark Lord wanted him to remember the mistake he made today, but Signus felt relieved and almost laughed.

At this moment, he was only glad that the Dark Lord didn't want to brand him with the real Dark Mark.