Lucius Malfoy's expression was solemn, and a bitter cold wind seemed to freeze his throat. He seemed to have put a lot of effort into opening his closed lips. He said blankly: "It's very brave...Della...I mean that little wizard."

Felix looked at his face carefully.

The wind began to blew again, and the black shadows of the trees swayed in the clearing between the two. After a moment of silence, Lucius whispered: "I know a little bit of information, and the Malfoy family is always well-informed..."

"...About a few months ago, during the summer vacation... one night, the dark mark on the arm suddenly woke up from the deep sleep. This was something that had not happened in more than a decade... Some people were very frightened. They talked to me about this, and I... comforted them."

Felix looked at Lucius with interest. So, he had known about Voldemort's abnormality for a long time? He must have been frightened for a long time... Is it the collective catharsis of the Death Eaters who lied that they were imposed on the soul-taking curse to escape punishment?

So, when he handed over the olive branch, Lucius took it with the flow?

"The dark mark on the arm?" Felix asked, "Didn't I remember appearing only above the victim's house, as a sign of the evil of the Death Eater?"

Lucius shivered. When he met those calm blue eyes, he couldn't help but recall what happened at the Quidditch World Cup. It was the man in front of him who played hundreds of wizards with absolute advantage... His magic seemed to have no limit, and it penetrated the chests of the people beside him... Every time he woke up from a nightmare, he would think of a question, what if the owner of these blue eyes was going to deal with him?

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

He whispered: "This is a secret. The Dark King marks loyal believers as a means to contact them... and those believers will also receive the Dark King's different eyes and are given the privilege of summoning the Dark King."

Felix nodded, which made sense. In the magic world, there are fewer ways to maintain contact at any time, mainly because the wizard's action is too strong, and the Phantom Movement and Floor Powder solve most of the distance problems.

But when the war broke out, the wizards' demand for instant messaging and intelligence transmission increased sharply, and the methods used by each camp were different. As far as he knew, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic always acted collectively, striving to gain an advantage in the local area; the Order of the Phoenix used the patron saint to deliver messages; as for the Death Eater side, he had never known before...

Is it a black magic mark?

"So, every Death Eater's arms are branded?"

"It's not... it's those 'loyal' believers," Lucius emphasized what he just said.

“How should I understand the word ‘loyalty’?”

"...The Dark Lord only cares about useful people." Lucius lowered his head uneasily, making it difficult to see his fast-turning gray eyes. "Those who are capable, have status, have rich, or have special abilities...such as Severus Snape."

He quickly raised his head and glanced at him, Felix stared at him expressionlessly, and he hurriedly lowered his head again.

"Severus?" Felix repeated slowly.

"Yes...yes, when he was in school, he showed extraordinary talents on potions, far exceeding me, and beyond any member of the Potion Club at that time. The Dark King valued his talents and did not always allow him to participate in the action, but provided precious potions in the rear... Later, Slughorn happened to retire and Hogwarts urgently needed a Potion Class professor, so the Dark King arranged for him to go to school to find out Dumbledore's every move."

Felix nodded slightly. He knew about this. Dumbledore made a guarantee for Severus after the war to prove that he was his undercover. But the question now is, who will come first and who will come after the Death Eater or the Order of the Phoenix?

Intuition told him that there was an amazing secret hidden here.

"When did Severus join the Death Eater?"

"At a rally before graduation, the Dark King summoned him personally."

After a long silence, Felix said, "We've off topic. Apart from that time, has there been any abnormalities in the Dark Demon Seal?"

"There were several times...intermittent burning sensation..."

"Hmm." Felix said: "It's like a bad signal from Muggle appliances?"

Lucius was stunned for a moment and said, "You are right, Mr. Hepp." He knew what Muggle electrical appliances were, and he also knew the meaning of bad signal.

"Then, there is one thing left, let me see what the black magic mark on your arm looks like..."

Lucius raised his head suddenly, and in the previous conversation he had avoided mentioning the Death Eater and avoided connecting himself to the word. But now he had to make a choice.

"Lucius..."

After a moment of hesitation, he trembled and lifted his cuffs. On the inside of his left forearm, there was a light red pattern that looked like a birthmark. It looked very blurry and made people unable to tell the specific appearance. If placed elsewhere, someone would believe it as an early symptoms of dragon acne.

Felix repeatedly compared the information in his mind, and finally saw a bit of familiar shadows from some unique shapes.

"Under normal circumstances... in the era when the Black Demon was in power, it was bright red, like blood. After the Black Demon King disappeared, the mark disappeared, but now the faded mark began to become obvious again. We have also suspected that he was preparing for his return..."

Lucius said without turning his head.

"So, have you decided to choose a side?" Felix looked at him with a smile.

Lucius's thin lips squirmed and said nothing.

"Just kidding, of course you can please both ends, and bet both ends are like you always do. No one can say good about the future, but Lucius, I am different from Voldemort. I attach enough importance to some people, and I hope we can reach a consensus on this."

"Maybe your news can save the lives of the people I know. I am full of expectations and express my respect to you in advance." Felix straightened his body and said in a cold tone: "Keep these words in your heart, so that the thunder will not fall on you."

"If there is one day when the Dark Lord returns..." Lucius said with difficulty under great pressure, "Of course, I am willing... willing..."

"What do you want?"

“…contribute to the cause of justice, Mr. Hayp.”

Felix smiled satisfied: "Thinking about the good, maybe he will never come back, you just made a blank check."

"Oh, by the way," his tone became lighter again, "I saw a broker walking into the Malfoy Manor. Is he doing things for the Malfoy family? I'm interested in it... It seems you have a set of rules of your own, without adding some extra, unnecessary magic..."

...

The clouds covered the moon, and Lucius Malfoy stood quietly, with his mind showing Felix Happ quietly disappearing, just like he did at the Quidditch World Cup, with no sign of warning at all.

He breathed a sigh of relief. What happened today was thrilling. Even if he received some promises, he did not feel safer. Thinking of causing trouble under the eyes of the Dark King, he trembled. No one knew the terribleness of the Dark King better than him. Fortunately, he only needed to reveal some irrelevant news, and he used this reason to convince himself.

At this moment, he hoped that the Dark King's plan to return was aborted, but people like him would never place their future on the illusory "hope".

As long as he deals with it carefully, he will get a ticket for the future.

No matter who loses, who wins!
Chapter completed!