A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Lucius Malfoy had a solemn expression on his face, and a cold wind seemed to freeze his throat. It looked like it took a lot of effort to open her tightly closed lips. He said blankly: "Very brave... Della... I mean that 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 them. 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...one late at night, the dark demon mark on my arm suddenly woke up from its slumber. This is something that has not happened in more than ten years... Some people are very frightened, and they come to me to talk to me. about it, and I... consoled them."

Felix looked at Lucius with interest. So, he already 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 about being put under the Imperius Curse to escape punishment?

And when he handed over the olive branch, did Lucius take it over?

"The Dark Mark on the arm?" Felix asked. "I don't remember seeing it only over the victim's house, as a sign of the Death Eaters' evil?"

Lucius shuddered. When he met those calm blue eyes, he couldn't help but think back to what happened at the Quidditch World Cup. It is the person in front of him who has played with hundreds of wizards with absolute advantage... His magic seems to have no limits, and penetrated the chest of the person beside him over a long distance... Every time he wakes up from a nightmare, he will think of one The question, what if the owner of these eyes is dealing with himself?

His posture became more and more humble, and his body seemed to be shorter.

He whispered: "It's a secret. The Dark Lord marks the loyal believers as a means of contacting them... And those believers will also be treated differently by the Dark Lord and given the privilege of summoning the Dark Lord."

Felix nodded, which made sense. In the magical world, there are few means of keeping in touch at any time, mainly because the wizard's action is too powerful, and Apparition and Floo powder solve most of the distance problems.

But at the outbreak of war, wizards' need for instant messaging and intelligence increased dramatically, and each faction employed different methods. As far as he knew, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic always acted collectively, trying to gain a local advantage; the Order of the Phoenix used the Patronus to deliver messages; as for the Death Eaters, he had never known before...

Was it the Dark Mark?

"So every Death Eater's arm is branded?"

"It's not like that... it's the 'loyal' believers." Lucius emphasized what he just said.

"How do I understand the word 'loyalty'?"

"...The Dark Lord only cares about useful people." Lucius lowered his head uneasily, making it impossible to see his fast-turning gray eyes, "Those with high skills, status, money, or special The ability...like Severus Snape."

He looked up quickly, Felix stared blankly at him, and he hurriedly lowered his head again.

"Severus?" Felix repeated slowly.

"Yes... yes, he showed extraordinary talent in potions when he was in school, far more than me, and more than any member of the potions club at the time. The Dark Lord valued his talent, not Always let him participate in the action, but provide precious potions in the rear... Later, just as Slughorn retired, Hogwarts urgently needed a potions professor, and the Dark Lord arranged for him to enter the school to detect Dumbledore's every move."

Felix nodded slightly, he knew about it, Dumbledore vouched for Severus after the war, proving that he was his undercover agent. But now a question is, who comes first, the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix?

Intuition told him that there was an amazing secret lurking in it.

"When did Severus join the Death Eaters?"

"The Dark Lord himself summoned him at a rally before graduation."

After a long silence, Felix said, "We digress. Except for that time, has there been any abnormality in the Mark of the Darkness?"

"Several times in succession... intermittent burning sensation..."

"Hmm," Felix said. "Like a bad Muggle electrical signal?"

Lucius froze for a moment and said, "You're right, Mr. Hepp." He knew what Muggle appliances were and what a bad signal meant.

"Then, there's one more thing left, let me see what the Dark Mark looks like on your arm..."

Lucius raised his head sharply. In previous conversations, he had avoided mentioning Death Eaters or associating himself with that word. But now he has to make a choice.

"Lucius...?"

After a moment of hesitation, he lifted his cuffs tremblingly. On the inside of the left forearm, there is a light red pattern that looks like a birthmark. It looks so blurry that it's 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 some familiar shadows from some unique shapes.

"Normally...in the days of the Dark Lord, it was bright red, like blood. After the Dark Lord disappeared, the mark faded, but the now faded mark began to become visible again. We also suspected that he Preparing for my return..."

Lucius said without turning his head.

"So, have you decided to choose one side?" Felix smiled at him.

Lucius' thin lips were squirming, but he didn't speak.

"Just kidding, of course you can have both sides and bet on both sides - as you always do. No one can tell what the future holds, but, unlike Voldemort, Lucius, I'm enough for some people. It's important, and I hope we can reach a consensus on that."

"Maybe a piece of news from you can save the life of someone I know. I'm looking forward to it and express my respect to you in advance." Felix straightened his body and said in a stern tone: "Take these words Keep it in your heart, and the thunder won't fall on you."

"If one day, the Dark Lord returns..." Lucius said with great difficulty, "Of course, of course I would... I would..."

"Will what?"

"...contribute to a just cause, Mr. Hepp."

Felix smiled with satisfaction: "On the bright side, maybe he will never come back, you just made a bad check."

"Oh, by the way," his tone eased again, "I saw a broker walk into Malfoy Manor, does he work for the Malfoys? I'm interested in that... It looks like you have one. Set your own rules, without adding some extra, unnecessary magic..."

...

The clouds covered the moon, and Lucius Malfoy stood silently, with the image of Felix Hepp disappearing silently in his mind, as he did at the Quidditch World Cup, not at all. Half an omen.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, what had happened today was terrifying, and even with some promises, he didn't feel any safer - the thought of doing things under the Dark Lord's eyes made him tremble, and no one knew the dark side better than him. The devil is terrible. Fortunately, he only needed to reveal some irrelevant information, and he used this reason to convince himself.

At this moment, he hopes more than anyone else that the Dark Lord's return plan will be aborted, but people like him will never pin their future on illusory 'hope'.

As long as he is careful, he will surely get a ticket to the future.

No matter who wins or loses!

After a while, he cursed in a low voice. Write to Draco when you go back and ask him to come home for Christmas. It's time to educate him well, knowing that he was entangled with that Potter at school all day, and he always lost...