Chapter 239 The Dark Mark, Aiken and Black

Fabian Aiken was let out by Sean the next day, but the posture was not very beautiful...

News of Aiken's disappearance had naturally spread throughout the castle, but unlike when Sean disappeared in Hogwarts, Aiken had obviously been kidnapped.

Regarding this news, the Nurmengard students just laughed when they heard it. In Nurmengard, where team awareness is weak, the inexplicable disappearance of their classmates does not cause them much concern.

In addition, Aiken was usually arrogant, and the non-pure-blood wizards who accounted for most of the students didn't like him very much. Many Muggle-born wizards who had been suppressed by the other party were secretly laughing happily.

This kind of superior second-generation devil should have been punished long ago, right?

Of course, many thoughtful people thought of the background behind Aiken, and they began to wonder whether this might be the beginning of an action by a hostile organization.

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

However, no one else expected to see Fabian Aiken again in such a weird way.

The early morning in Nurmengard Castle was still busy. Students poured out of their dormitories and headed to the auditorium. On the way, they continued to discuss what happened yesterday.

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

"Really? Those wizards were all so arrogant yesterday, and one guy actually came to question me about my whereabouts."

"The power is overwhelming. The French wizarding world has a lot of influence. The Aiken family naturally behaves like this - speaking of it, I was quite angry yesterday. Professor Grindelwald actually let those people do whatever they want? But, hehe ——”

"Those fools who dare to lynch students in Nurmengard really don't take the principal seriously. When old Aiken slipped away yesterday, tsk, with that look on his face, I was probably dead for three days. It's all for nothing."

"Deserves it - but, will something really happen to that guy Fabian?"

"Who can say for sure..."

"One thing to say is that Fabian Aiken is very powerful, and the person who kidnapped him must be very scary, but he just doesn't know what the purpose is..."

Several familiar students were chattering and discussing, but the surging flow of people in front suddenly stopped, and the sounds of sneers and discussions continued to come.

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

Fabian Aiken returned to Nurmengard Castle after missing for a day, but...

The originally meticulous and arrogant second-generation noble demon was hanging upside down on the ceiling in front of the auditorium door without any image at the moment. His face was covered with stains and his body was wrapped in a dirty rag.

Not only that, he was bruised and bruised, and he had obviously been beaten severely. His left leg was hooked to the edge of the chandelier by a rope, and his right leg was bent at a weird 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 instigator, Sean, and his friends were also watching in the corner. They were actually the first group of people to come, but the Hogwarts people were not kind enough to rescue the unlucky guy who was hanging. The Weasley twins were almost laughing so hard that they couldn't stand up straight. They were so happy that they seemed to have won a jackpot worth several hundred galleons.

Sean squinted his eyes and looked at Aiken. The environment was too dark when he started last night. It was only when he took a look this morning that he realized that the opponent was so miserable.

Pudding, you guys are really bad at it. Six limbs are more ruthless than four limbs... Sean sighed secretly in his heart.

He looked at his watch and saw that the time should be almost...

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

First he saw a dazzling white light, and then he felt severe pain everywhere in his body, and his head felt as if it was about to explode.

Aiken narrowed his eyes and groaned in pain unconsciously in his throat. Only then did his groggy head receive the information from the outside world.

Those were the faces of the students upside down. Their faces were full of ridicule, disgust, and gloating. Some of the girls looked a little sympathetic and intolerant.

The students' words also reached his ears.

“This beating to the ground is not a light one——”

"Tsk, tsk, look at that face. If it wasn't for the disgusting look on it, I wouldn't even know who it is."

"He looks just like his father who fled in despair yesterday..."

Fabian Aiken finally realized the current situation, and the pain in his body was already secondary. He only felt that his face was burning, as if he had been crawled by a bomb-tailed snail.

He felt a huge sense of shame in his heart, but the chandelier hanging upside down acted like a spotlight, magnifying the expression on his face to everyone.

Aiken could clearly hear everyone's words, ridicule, sneer, pity...

If not for being the elite and noble second generation demon of Nurmengard, Aiken finally showed his extraordinary wit.

His eyes turned white and he fainted again.

Sean was amazed by what he saw - he cleverly pretended to be stunned, he is really a smart man~

At this time, the students finally remembered another thing. They have not put each other down until now.

After a while of chaos, Aiken, who had his eyes closed, was brought to the ground, and the professors arrived.

As for when Aiken wakes up, it is out of their control.

…

Paris, in the mansion of the Aiken family.

Old Aiken looked livid, and the wizard in front of him shook his head solemnly.

"Mr. Aiken, this is difficult to solve..."

Old Aiken retracted his particularly young right hand and bare left wrist. He seemed to be about to have a seizure, but in the end he forced out a smile that was uglier than crying: "I'm sorry to trouble you, Master Federman..."

After seeing off the seventh invited Curse Master, Old Aiken sat back on the leather sofa with a dejected look on his face. He stared at his bare left hand, the fear and resentment in his eyes flashed continuously, and finally turned into a cry. sigh.

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

He truly regretted it at this moment. He regretted that he had to provoke this first-generation Dark Lord. Decades of being a principal only made that man temper his sharp teeth. A hyena like him, who knew nothing about the world, actually tried to suppress him back then. The king of...

Old Aiken sighed deeply, and his fifty-year-old face suddenly looked ten years older.

His only son disappeared, and he also lost his left hand. Under various blows, this pure-blood nobleman who was racing in the French wizarding world turned old overnight.

"Fabian, no news yet..." He looked at the person next to him.

"Not yet..." the people around him replied respectfully, "We contacted the intelligence personnel of Nurmengard. They - they just waited for us and said that they were also trying their best to search..."

Just as he was speaking, there was an explosion in the air, and a house elf in a shabby cloth bag teleported over. He lowered his head to the ground: "Dear Master Aiken, Nurmengard sent news that the young master has been found. …”

Old Aiken suddenly jumped up from the sofa.

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

Old Aiken breathed a sigh of relief. The therapist checked and found that his son was not seriously injured. They were all injuries that could be recovered after a period of rest.

However, how can the physical injuries compare to the wounds in the heart.

Aiken stared at the ceiling with empty eyes, his proud posture long gone.

"Fabian," Old Aiken sat on his son's bedside, "my child..."

"Father," Aiken finally squeezed out trembling words from between his teeth, "I, I have become the laughing stock of Nurmengard... gone, nothing... my reputation in Nurmengard , my image in the eyes of professors, the organization I worked so hard to build... nothing is gone..."

Speaking of this, Aiken actually started to sob and cry.

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

In the end, he had no choice but to pat his son's arm gently: "I'll be back... I'll be back..."

Fabian Aiken was indeed a character. With his father's comfort, he gradually recovered from his depressed state, and the lack of energy in his eyes was replaced by a look of deep resentment and hostility. The old ink block is difficult to dissolve.

"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 became sharp, and he nodded: "The honor of the Aiken family must not be tarnished!"

The words were loud and clear, 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: "Currently, there are two suspects, the fifth grader from Nurmengard and Sean Wallop."

"That mudblood from Wallop will be in trouble too!" Aiken screamed, "But that fifth grader from Nurmengard must be the murderer. No one has been to that herb garden before him!"

"I found that student last night, an ordinary mixed-race wizard," Old Aiken said, "and the other person was at a small gathering like a house at that time. Many people can testify for him that the other person did not leave at all that day. Pass the castle.”

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

Old Aiken thought of more, and he frowned: "Disguise Magus or just makeup?"

Aiken tried his best to recall the situation of that day, and his mind was now filled with revenge. After thinking about it like this, he finally discovered the details that he had forgotten.

"Tattoo, that guy has a weird tattoo!"

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

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

His son tried hard to recall the details, but old Aiken's heart was filled with turmoil.

He grabbed his son's arm in disbelief and asked seriously: "Fabian, are you sure that's what it looks like?"

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

Old Aiken gasped and let go of his son's arm. The gloom on his face was like a dark cloud that could not be dispelled.

"Death Eaters..." Aiken heard the murmur 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 knitted together.

"Resurrection? But why is it my Aiken family... This is unreasonable, I have never offended them... Is it a problem between associations? No..."

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

"Father?"

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

…

"Nasty weather..." Old Aiken muttered, using an illegal door key to teleport to a certain hillside. He didn't bring anyone with him except his most trusted followers.

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

It was already midnight, 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, only the number 12 is missing.

Old Aiken saw information that Muggles could not see. With the wave of his wand, the buildings on both sides rumbled and moved sideways, and the Muggles in the house were unaware.

Number 12 Grimmauld Place came into view.

Old Aiken stepped forward. It was a door covered with scratches and painted black. The silver door handle was in the shape of a coiled snake. There was no keyhole or mailbox on the door.

He rang the doorbell, and then heard an old woman yelling and cursing suddenly from inside the house.

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

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

Regulus is very similar to Sirius, but his temperament and appearance are much gentler than his brother's. He does not have the aggressive and cynical aggression. He slightly raises his head, showing his good qualities.

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

"Mr. Aiken, he illegally smuggled into the UK late at night. He probably had something urgent to do."

Old Aiken followed him into the foyer and sat down in the living room. An old house elf respectfully served him black tea.

"Huh..." After taking a casual sip of black tea, Old Aiken let out a breath, and then said casually, "Mr. Black, it seems that you have nothing to do recently?"

"Old Aiken," Regulus raised one foot contentedly, now looking a bit like his older brother, "Did you come to see me and black tea in the middle of the night? We are all smart people—— "

Old Aiken glanced at the other party, and then slowly said: "I was the one who was abrupt...then let's be frank, Blake, is your master back?"

Regulus' hand holding the black tea was frozen in mid-air, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

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