Chapter 90: The Dark Mark

As soon as she heard her mother say this, before her simpler sister could react, Sephiroth understood what was going on.

This is the time to have any "distinguished guests", which pure-blood wizard is not careful to guard his manor.

Sephiroth was at school wondering where Voldemort would hide if Malfoy Manor was attacked.

Whether to continue to live in seclusion in another stronghold of the Malfoy family or choose to choose the property that once belonged to Voldemort himself, but he didn't expect Voldemort to fall in love with his home.

When I was at school before, I secretly laughed that Draco didn't have a good day this holiday, but I didn't expect the retribution to come so quickly.

Now it's your turn to be careful.

"I see, leave it to me, I'll deal with the haode. Sister, you will go upstairs with your mother in a while, it is better to move to the eldest sister this holiday, and don't come back without getting contact from your father or me. ”

In the pure-blood wizard's family, especially in this ancient pure-blood family, the status of women is far inferior to that of men, and girls can't even make decisions about their own marriages.

Although the atmosphere of the Stirling family is more relaxed, it is also an ancient pure-blood family, and Sephiroth's status is far greater than that of his sister, and Sephiroth's instructions to his sister are normal in the eyes of pure-blood wizards.

"Is it really that serious? I know. ”

My sister is not unreasonable, although she has not been exposed to these things relatively simply, but since Sephiroth has spoken, she must do so even if she does not want to.

It's not that Sephiroth doesn't want his mother and two sisters to move out directly, and he won't even have a home, but Voldemort is at his home, and if the family doesn't go to see the Dark Lord on vacation, he can't say anything.

Although he looks down on this slicing demon king from the bottom of his heart, he still has to give him this bit of face on the surface. After all, Voldemort's self-esteem is very distorted, and if you mess with him now, maybe this guy will have to deal with them first.

"Well, if only I could have one-third of the ability of the body."

On the way home, Sephiroth lamented.

It's really unlucky for him to wear a shijie whose strength level is relatively average, this kind of shijie relies on a lot of people, and personal strength really doesn't play a big role. If it's a magic teacher or a demon ban, it's much more convenient if there is a shijie who has the combat power of one person against the country.

Don't look at the Dark Lord and Dumbledore as powerful, but if they face the entire Hogwarts students alone, they will also die or die.

The carriage stopped in front of Stirling Manor, and Sephiroth and his mother and sister disembarked from the carriage.

The closed door slowly opened under the control of the house-elf, and Sephiroth straightened his collar and strode inside.

I don't know if it was his delusion, but a depressing atmosphere permeated this once familiar home, where the servants had been dismissed and became empty.

Seeing this strange home, my sister, who had just returned home, seemed to understand that Saphiroth and her family were so close to the enemy.

"Mother, go back to your room first."

Sephiroth had already sensed the aura of Voldemort, the aura of Voldemort that was hidden somewhere in the room and was so cold, like a viper coiling around waiting for his moment.

"Sephiroth, you're back, follow me to the lord, don't talk casually for a while, just leave it to me."

Mr. Stirling also came out to meet them, but more importantly to bring Sephiroth to meet the Lord. Otherwise, that guy is very good, and he could learn more if he was appreciated by Voldemort.

The Dark Lord doesn't just recruit his men by killing ruthlessly.

"We meet again, but you seem to be hiding a lot from me, don't you?" 、

Voldemort was lazily lying on the couch, looking at Sephiroth who had come in with Big Sterling.

Great Sterling was surprised, how could Voldemort know his son? But his face was not easy to show, and it was impossible for him to ask Sephiroth on the spot, so he could only pray that Sephiroth was smart enough not to provoke the lord.

"It is an honour to see you again, Great Highness, and I wish you a new birth."

Sephiroth vaguely reminded Voldemort that he had helped you resurrect him, saying that the Haode reward had not yet been settled.

"Oh, yes! I almost forgot that I had promised to reward you. So, let me think, what should I reward you with? ”

Voldemort patted his head lightly as if he had just remembered, but there was no smile in his words, only a faint coldness.

"You have done a great job, and I would have liked to reward you with a haode—but, you see, you are not a member of the Death Eaters, and if I reward an outsider with great reward, what will the others think? You say, what should I do? ”

Voldemort sat up, leaning back on the couch with his legs crossed, looking playfully at Sephiroth as if he were his younger self.

Vigorous ambition, the fiery pursuit of Liliang, these can't be seen in his eyes, so what does the other party want?

After recovering his body, Voldemort has calmed down much after so many days, and the abnormalities that he had not noticed before have also reacted. What Sephiroth said when he presented him with the Philosopher's Stone was a lie.

With Voldemort's past that Lucius has collected these days, although he doesn't know how far he can go in the end, he believes that in twenty or thirty years his own achievements should not be worse than his own, Voldemort racked his brains and couldn't think of any reason for him to hand over the Philosopher's Stone to himself.

Voldemort also suspected that there was something wrong with the Philosopher's Stone, but he had been resurrected, and this is the most haode proof that the Philosopher's Stone had not been tampered with.

The unknown is always scary, and Voldemort has no idea what Sephiroth wants as a teenager. Lucius, Big Sterling, these people he can see through what they want at a glance, but the young man in front of him is not old.

"Naturally, everything but arranged from His Highness!"

Sephiroth hadn't spoken yet, fearing that he would offend Voldemort the Great Sterling first. If it were someone else, Voldemort might have lost it with a [Drill Heart Scraper], but the other party is Sephiroth's father, and it is okay for his father to decide on his behalf in a pure-blood family.

"Alas~ Don't be in a hurry, Mr. Sterling, let's hear the young man's choice."

Big Sterling's interjection didn't attract Voldemort's attention, he was already wary of Sephiroth, and it was useless for Big Sterling to speak for him like this.

"If Your Highness can't decide what reward to give me, then it is better to bestow the gift on the entire Stirling family."

Sephiroth also sensed that this Voldemort was too shrewd to deal with, and he was already suspicious of himself. He knew that defiling himself at this time would only make Voldemort more suspicious of him, so he simply revealed his previous request.

Resurrecting this Voldemort, even if it put Dumbledore under the greatest pressure, was also a difficult test for pure-blood wizards. Voldemort when he was a student was undoubtedly the most savvy Voldemort, maybe he didn't have as much experience as Voldemort's magic power in the future, but his sanity was definitely greater than anyone after him.

"Hmph~" Voldemort lowered his head and laughed coldly, "Sure enough, even I was deceived, I really deserved to be my Slytherin student." ”

For Sephiroth, a cunning and scheming offspring, Voldemort wanted to take him as his subordinate, but also worried about the other party's calculations.

After all, Voldemort was also a proud man, and he was confident that he would never be planted in the hands of an afterlife. Wouldn't it be better to serve him well?

"I really appreciate you more and more! Sephiroth, that's the name, right? Would you like to join my Death Eaters, I'm sure it won't be long before you replace Lucius as the Death Eaters' second-in-command. I'm very optimistic about you. ”

For the excellent descendants, Voldemort thought that he was still very sorry, and he sent an invitation to Sephiroth.

When Big Sterling heard this, he immediately panicked. Just like Lucius, no matter how much they crave profit, they never thought of selling their family for profit.

Sephiroth was the sole heir to the Stirling family, and Great Sterling wanted to fall to his knees and beg Voldemort to spare Sephiroth. It's easy to do anything for a reason, even if Sephiroth is still too young to be able to do things for Voldemort, give him a few years to study and learn his skills, and then join the Death Eaters to serve the Dark Lord after graduation.

Big Sterling thought to himself that by the time Sephiroth graduated in a few years, the situation would have been clear a long time ago. Either Voldemort did Dumbledore, or Voldemort was eliminated by Dumbledore, and then he chose to do so, and he didn't lose anything.

Just as Mr. Stirling was about to bend his knees, Sephiroth pulled him without a hint and kept him from moving.

"Of course, my pleasure, Your Highness."

After saying that, Sephiroth took the initiative to roll up the sleeve of his left hand and half-knelt in front of Voldemort like a knight's declaration.

With this action, Voldemort suddenly smiled proudly, no matter how talented he is, the most talented person is only him Voldemort.

Great Sterling was so anxious as he watched this uncertain development, he didn't want to see Sephiroth being branded as a Dark Devil.

On the contrary, Sephiroth himself didn't feel much. It's just a black mark, it's just a mark, and the wizard can't solve it, and the crazy magicians from all shijie haven't been able to touch you a small black mark?

"[Bones Reappear]"

Voldemort's wand was so deep in Sephiroth's arm that he recited the incantation, and Mr. Great Stirling closed his eyes in disappointment and pain, and there was no turning back.

"Ahh

Rao is as tough as Sephiroth couldn't help but grit his teeth and moan, and there was a hot stinging pain in his arm, as if he was branding it with a red-hot iron, and cold sweat instantly covered his forehead.

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PS: Today, I made dumplings at home, and the upload was a little late, because we ate more than 30 in one breath and were supported.