"Master, your loyal servant is waiting for your response..."

Lestrange's call was vague and weak, but Sean could still feel the other party's tension and expectation.

This connection requires a fairly high price, such as part of the caster's sanity and a lot of magic. Even so, there were very few Death Eaters who knew the contact information, probably because Riddle didn't want to be disturbed by the servants all the time.

Sean rested one hand behind his head, and in the other hand was playing with a wand. This was not his elm dragon heartstring wand, but another one that Grindelwald threw to him casually.

Thirteen and a half inches, yew, phoenix tail feathers, the brother of this powerful wand lay in the bedroom not far from Sean.

It is not surprising that Riddle's wand is in Grindelwald's hands, but when Sean asked whether Riddle was really dead, the other party did not give a clear answer.

However, this was also within Sean's expectation. He had always felt that a genius black wizard like Riddle, who had studied the soul level for many years, could not die so easily.

Both Dumbledore and Grindelwald mentioned that Riddle's magical talent is beyond the imagination of many people, but the former is a sigh, and the latter is a sneer.

But what is certain is that Tom Riddle must be in some kind of predicament now, otherwise, he would not fail to contact his most confidant Death Eater Lestrange.

Either they don't even have the strength to connect, or they're too weak to contact anyone.

And with Grindelwald escorting him, it seems that he can indeed use the Death Eaters to do something...

However, some small changes need to be made first... Sean looked at the Dark Mark on his arm.

He can control which people his mark will only take effect on, but the current marks on those Death Eaters are all planted by Riddle himself. If the other party does not receive the servant's contact, it does not mean that they cannot hear the servant's call.

If Sean wants to ensure that his plan goes smoothly without being overheard by Riddle lurking in the dark, he needs to make some changes in the Death Eater's Dark Mark.

And no matter how powerful Riddle was, Sean, who had absorbed the opponent's soul fragments, had completely mastered the Dark Mark. To give a popular example, the Dark Mark is like a receiver that can only receive signals from the host. When this receiver touches other signals, the host will receive a notification.

That is to say, the Dark Mark does not usually have the function of eavesdropping, but when it is triggered, such as using the Dark Mark to summon Death Eaters, or when some kind of magic spell tries to erase the mark, the host—that is, plant the mark people will receive the message. When a Death Eater touched the Dark Mark branded on his arm, Riddle could feel it too.

If Sean wants to use the Death Eaters, he must change the frequency pointing to Riddle to his own, otherwise he will be known by the other party when he summons the Death Eaters or uses the Dark Mark to contact.

He can change it, but he needs to cast the spell himself, which is the problem now.

Using the Dark Mark to contact the Death Eaters would be discovered by Riddle, but without contacting himself, there was no way to hack into Riddle's original mark.

Sean ignored Lestrange's call, thinking about how to solve this problem.

As for how to pretend to be Riddle, he already has a way.

The relationship between Death Eaters and Riddle is not like Grindelwald and the Saints. Except for a few fanatical believers, most Death Eaters surrender in fear of Riddle's horror.

The seemingly incompatible relationship is the easiest to get in.

The key now is how to gather the Death Eaters without using the Dark Mark...

A bold plan gradually emerged in Sean's mind.

…

Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire.

Lestrange, with a pale face and bloodshot eyes, curled up on the velvet sofa. She looked haggard, but there was madness in her eyes.

At this time, Lestrange no longer looked like a cold and arrogant witch. Now she looked more and more like the crazy woman in Sean's impression.

"Bella," Lucius Malfoy tightened his grip on the cane, "It turns out that the master is not willing to reply to you."

These words seemed to have stimulated the other party, Lestrange stood up suddenly, and the weak witch had a terrifying power at this moment: "Lu Xiu Si, do you think I don't know what you are thinking? "

"You, Avery, McNeil, and those cunning and stupid guys, you gathered with the gift of the master, and the master just disappeared for a short time, and you actually want to betray him?"

Lucius turned his head slightly, and said in an emotionless voice, "I have never betrayed my master."

"Lie!" Lestrange screamed, "Malfoy, you haven't been looking for him since the day his accident happened—yesterday, he didn't answer my call, and you cut the number of Ministry of Magic personnel this morning." Funds—ha! The Gallen of the Malfoy family is really precious!"

Lucius' face turned red and turned white, and he snorted, as if justifying or persuading: "The master hasn't given the order for a long time, and I can't continue until he comes back to give me further instructions."

"Cunning traitor!"

"you!"

Malfoy's wife, Narcissa Malfoy, stood between them.

She was good-looking, graceful, tall and slender, and had surprisingly fair skin.

"Bella," Narcissa looked at her sister, "Lucius always likes to be considerate, and the last time we received instructions was two years ago—the master is extremely powerful, so he is naturally still alive, but maybe Some small obstacles, he can't show up for the time being—"

"Cissy," Bella screamed at her own sister, "he needs us! He needs loyal servants!"

"I know, of course I know." An impatience flashed in Narcissa's eyes, but she was still consoling the other party, "Bella, since the establishment of the Death Eaters, we are all fighting for one goal—but The time has not come, don't you understand?"

Bella gasped violently, with an expression on her face as if she had swallowed a toad, she stared at her sister and brother-in-law, and then sat back heavily on the sofa.

"The master has been making arrangements," Lucius said again, although the expression on his face was not very good-looking, "We have not been exposed to everyone's sight, so after the master...disappeared, we were not sent to Azka Class! But Dumbledore has become suspicious, and Avery was called to talk by the minister! What are we going to do now? Looking for the master with great fanfare? No! We have to reserve our power until the return of the Dark Lord Be the support behind him."

"Ha—you deserve to be the one who protects yourself..." Bella mocked, but didn't continue to say anything unpleasant.

Regulus, who had been watching all this, stood up: "It seems that we have reached a consensus and wait for the return of the master?"

"That's you, I will always look for the owner." Bella said.

The remaining three looked at each other and did not continue talking.

When the atmosphere in the mansion was silent, the doorbell rang.

Bella and Regulus didn't evade, they were related to the Malfoy family, so they didn't have to worry about their relationship being exposed here.

A young house elf appeared in the living room, he lowered his head and said, "Master, there is a strange wizard outside."

"Unfamiliar wizard?" Lucius frowned. Although Malfoy's mansion is not covered by magic, those who can come here must be people who know their address.

The house-elf bowed his head: "The man said that Mrs. Lestrange's loyalty is admirable."

Several people stood up from their seats at once, and Bella's body trembled slightly.

"Please, ask him to come in." Lucius swallowed.

Soon, they saw someone in the living room. The other person was wearing a cloak, and under the hood was a masked face.

"Your Excellency..." Lucius tentatively opened his mouth, but the other party quickly interrupted them.

"Shh, Lucius..." The man in black put his fingers to his lips, then turned his head slightly.

"Reculus Black, Lucius, Narcissa Malfoy, and Bellatrix Lestrange..." He called everyone's name, and then let out a hoarse laugh "Ha, they are all from our own family, good news..."

"Who are you?" Regulus frowned.

The man in black snorted coldly, then rolled up his sleeves, and on the forearm of his left hand, the Dark Mark was clearly visible.

Under the complicated gazes of the rest of the people, the man in black quickly put down his clothes again, and said mockingly: "Obviously, the master doesn't trust you guys very much—your own people."

"No, no," Bella walked forward quickly, with pleading and expectation in her eyes, "I am still the most loyal servant of the master, is he, is he okay now?"

The man in black looked at Bella, and his tone slowed down a lot: "Of course, the master is stronger than you imagined—Ms. Lestrange, the master specially praised you..."

Under Bella's excited gaze, he glanced at the others: "Compared to the cunning Malfoy, Bella's loyalty to me is really touching—that's what he said."

"Master, master—" Bella almost burst into tears.

Lucius trembled uncontrollably, but he was not intimidated: "Sir, prove, how do you prove—"

"Because the master didn't respond to you?" The man in black sneered, "If it weren't for your usefulness, I would have taken your dead body to apologize to the master."

He took out a wand, and the others stared wide-eyed, then all lowered their heads.

That is the master's wand!

Lucius' Adam's apple twitched vigorously: "Then, why doesn't the master use the Dark Mark to contact his loyal servant..."

The man in black let out a dull laugh: "Don't you understand yet? You guys."

Lucius raised his head and tentatively asked in a low voice, "Who is the master?"

"Hmph, your loyalty is doubtful!"

"Absolutely not! We are willing to give everything to our master!"

"It needs you to prove it..." The man in black looked at everyone coldly.

Regulus looked at the other party from the corner of his eye, but he couldn't find any impression about the other party at all. He considered for a moment and said respectfully: "I wonder what the master's plan is?"

"I came here to convey the master's will," the man in black said, "From today onwards, don't use the Dark Mark to contact everyone, don't tell them that the master has returned, just say that there is news about the master and everyone needs to gather—what? So, can it be done?"

"Yes." All four lowered their heads.

"Very well, you should be able to understand the master's intention," the man in black nodded in satisfaction, "and I came to you first, firstly, Lestrange's loyalty moved the master, and secondly, he also treated the rest of you. People have certain expectations. Lestrange, get the list of how everyone reacts."

"Don't let the master down..." After leaving the last words, the man in black with the yew wood wand left the Malfoy family's mansion.

After that, the four of them raised their heads. Except for the excited and fanatical Bella, everyone else looked at each other deeply.

Master...going to clean the interior!

Regulus talked to the Malfoys for a few words, and then returned to No. 12, Grimmauld Place, his face was grave, and the worry was lingering.

Back in his room, he took out a mirror.

"...Yes, he's back."

"The identity of the man in black is unclear, but the wand cannot be faked..."

"...I know, I'll get in touch..."

Low voices of dialogue sounded in the room, and at this moment, the Death Eaters in the UK saw their former 'comrades' again.

Late at night in Nurmengard Castle, a man in black came out of a certain room. He took off his hood and sighed: "Why do I act so naturally when I pretend to be a villain... and the feeling of pretending to be a tiger is really good." ..."

This person is Sean.

Return to England through the disappearing cabinet, and then go to Malfoy Manor - Dumbledore naturally knows the exact location.

Sean, who was so presumptuous, approached the Malfoy family. He originally thought that the Malfoy family would be very suspicious, but Riddle's power was beyond imagination. It didn't take much effort. He just showed Grindelwald's spoils, and the other party obediently The ground was fooled.

He also prepared other things...

The reason why Sean pretended to be Riddle's new follower was very simple. Riddle would not do this kind of 'trivial matter' himself - if he showed up pretending to be Riddle but couldn't use the Dark Mark, he would just sit there and wait. Did people summon all the Death Eaters?

That lacks a sense of mystery and fear too much, and the longer it takes, the easier it is for him to see his flaws. Although most of the Death Eaters are idiots, there are also smart people like Barty Crouch Jr.~www .lightnovelpub.net~Seeing the performance of those people tonight, Sean has more confidence in his future plans. The Death Eaters are much more afraid of Riddle than he imagined, which is enough to see that Riddle The usual cruelty is terrible.

However, this is naturally good news for Sean.

Waiting for the appointed date to arrive now...

Three days later.

Outside Hogwarts Castle, Grindelwald glanced at the wand in Sean's hand: "Used a lot of fluorescent spells?"

"A little preparation." Sean shrugged.

He didn't turn into Riddle's appearance, nor did he make any disguise, but instead used his true face.

"Ha - it's really interesting." Grindelwald laughed, and teleported away with Sean.

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