HP heard I should be a Death Eater

Signus had a bad expression when he came out of Lestrange's house. Lucius was waiting for him under an old tree. Seeing his gloomy expression, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"Don't ask." Signus said, "Go back to the manor first, I have another place to go."

Lucius: "Where can I ask?"

Signus: "No."

Lucius shrugged: "You've been a little weird recently."

I know it myself, Signus thought, and I will tell you all when the time comes.He waved his hand at Lucius, and apparated when he turned around.

Little Hangleton was quiet in the afternoon.Signus appeared in a narrow alley in the small town, and there were no people on the left and right streets. He changed his wizard robe into an ordinary shirt, and walked out of the darkness openly.

The location he arrived was already in the outskirts of the city, but it was still some distance away from the Gaunt ancestral house in the records. Signus thought it would take him some time to find the house, but it was actually not that complicated.The dilapidation of Gaunt's house is very obvious. Walking out of the city and walking up the mountain, it won't be long before you can see the half-collapsed roof.

He was about to go there, but was stopped by several Muggles passing by.

"Hey! That kid!" The middle-aged Muggle's voice was loud, Signus paused, and turned around slowly: "Are you calling me?"

The middle-aged man looked around exaggeratedly: "That's interesting, are there any other children here besides you?"

In the wizarding world, few people would refer to Young Master Black as a child, and Signus never felt that he was similar to those little ghosts like Regulus and Benjamin.He, Lucius and other good friends are all sixteen or seventeen years old, so they are indeed children, but no one will be idle and bored and really divide them into the ranks of children according to their age.Even Dumbledore, who likes to treat all wizards in England as children because of his age, would only call him Little Mr. Black.At this moment, facing the middle-aged Muggle's "children" that was taken for granted, Signus was still a little strange.

"Where are you going?" The middle-aged man pointed to Gunter's house and stared at him sternly.

Signus has not yet adapted to his status as a "child", and was not intimidated by the other party's appearance at all. He nodded very positively: "Yes. Is there any problem?"

"God! Are you really ignorant or just pretending? That house is a haunted house and can eat people! I think you also heard the news and came here to explore."

"Cannibal?" Signus looked puzzled.Even houses in the wizarding world don't eat people.

The middle-aged man took his blankness as a pretense, saw that he didn't listen to persuasion at all, and seemed to think that calling him to stop was meddling, so he didn't bother to say anything, waved his hand, turned around and left.Signus could still hear him muttering, "Another one to die."

Signus glanced back at the dilapidated house on the hill before continuing on.

Perhaps it was the legend of the haunted house that turned this place into a barren mountain, and the road leading to Gaunt's house was completely covered in weeds. Signus had to use magic to open the way to get close to the old house.He planned to go in and have a look, but when he got closer, he found that there was a complex protective magic around the house. After entering, he was likely to die on the spot, and he would definitely alarm a certain wizard who was watching the place.Signus didn't know who the other party was, but it was not difficult to guess that the only one who was so interested in the Gaunt's ancestral home today was the Dark Lord.

No wonder it is said that people can eat people here. For Muggles, this is a place where there is no return.

Signus walked around the house and smelled the familiar smell of decay again, which should have come from inside.Perhaps this was one of the places where the Dark Lord experimented with the dark arts.

The door of the house was only closed, and it could be opened with a push. Signus returned to the door, frowned and looked at it for a long time. Since he didn't have the guts to alarm the Dark Lord, he could only leave regretfully.

This trip was fruitless.He returned to the city along the same road listlessly, and found an open-air coffee shop to rest.In winter, the tables and chairs on the streets have become decorations. No one wants to endure the north wind and drink cold coffee here. Only Signus sits outside under the protection of a warming spell.He looked at the passers-by on the street, and the passers-by looked at him—a fool sitting in the cold wind without a coat in winter.

What is that smell?He stretched his long legs and casually guessed that he had never been exposed to black magic with such a rotten smell so far. What kind of magic could have such an exaggerated smell? If there is no smell, you should be aware of the problem, right?

There are not many pedestrians on the Muggle streets. Today is Christmas, and everyone is at home with them.Signus knew that it was time for him to leave, and he had to attend the Christmas banquet tonight, but he was unwilling to leave in vain.

This is the place where the Gaunt family has lived for hundreds of years. Is there really no clue?

Signus looked at the flower shop opposite, then suddenly stood up and rushed across the road in two or three steps, pushing open the door of the shop.

Today, there is only one female clerk on duty in the flower shop. She is watching a TV series at the moment, and she has no mood to work when she hears the wind chime at the door of the shop.Signus looked around and knocked on the cash register table: "Ma'am, please wrap me a bouquet of lilies."

The woman raised her head impatiently, she was taken aback by Signus' handsome and young face, and finally gave up the soap opera temporarily and got up to work.

"I haven't seen you." She inquired as she slowly cut off the excess roots of the lily.

Signus smiled, leaning against the cash register and looking into her eyes: "You know everyone here?"

"No, but at least I have seen it." The other party was a little shy under his stare, and hurriedly said: "This is a small county, not many people."

"Well, you guessed it right, I'm here to visit relatives," Signus said.

"relative?"

"They seem to be called... what are they called..." He took out a crumpled note from his trousers pocket, and read it: "Gaunt?"

The female clerk froze and looked at him suspiciously: "Are you related to the Gunter family?"

Signus shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently: "That's it. To be honest, I don't know myself. If the old man in the family asked me to find them, I wouldn't even know their existence. Why? There is indeed a Gaunt here." Home?"

The female shop assistant nodded: "Yes."

Signus raised his eyebrows: "Have you ever?"

Seeing his handsome appearance, extraordinary temperament, and the casual attitude when talking about the Gaunt family, the female shop assistant decided to reveal more to him: "There was a pair of brothers and sisters in their family decades ago. He didn’t come back, and my brother died at home inexplicably, and now there is no one else.”

"Oh..." Signus sighed.

The saleswoman also sighed, and looked at the lilies already wrapped in her hand: "Do you need any more flowers?"

Signus took out a wad of pounds from his pocket to pay, and smiled at the female clerk: "Give it to you."

He ignored the other party's persuasion, turned around and walked out of the flower shop.Christmas Eve is about to begin, and the houses on the street are all lit up, illuminating the whole town at dusk.Signus was about to find a place where there was no one to apparate away, but he was attracted by a voice not far away.He turned and walked to the other side, stopping near an old courtyard, listening to the chatter of the Muggles.

"Riddle, you guys came back for Christmas this year?"

"Yeah, grandpa always mentioned this, but it's a pity we couldn't bring him back together."

"What's up with him?"

"Grandpa passed away, just this summer."

"Oh! What a surprise! God bless him, he's a good man."

"Thank you."

The surname of Riddle made Signus stunned on the spot, and all the clues were connected in his mind, slowly strung together into a complete story.

Decades ago, the young Merope Gaunt fell in love with the Muggle Riddle who lived in the same small town. She may have had a happy time with Riddle, and then the relationship broke down for some reason.Muggle Riddle started a new life and now has a grandson.Merope took the two children and left here, and he didn't know where he went.

As for the other Gaunt who died suddenly, Signus intuited that his death must be related to the wizard.Maybe it was the Dark Lord who killed him, because no matter how thin his Slytherin blood was, it was purer than that of the Dark Lord, and besides the Dark Lord, no other wizard in the entire British wizarding world would care about the impending extinction of Gon in Little Hangleton. home.

In addition, the rotten smell in Gaunt's ancestral home also shows that the Dark Lord must have been here.

The matter seemed to be basically clear, and the details could be added slowly. Signus no longer delayed, and Apparated back to Malfoy Manor.Lucius was by the fireplace in the living room, with a rabbit fur blanket on his lap, a glass of red wine in his hand, flipping through the family papers, and only glanced at him when he came back.

Signus sat down across from him, his legs curled up on the floppy, almost lying down.

I have to tell Lucius, he thought, looking sideways at his friend across the way.The other party looked leisurely, but after losing the cover of the beauty potion, his dark circles were still obvious, and his face was paler than before.

"What's the matter with you?" Lucius asked casually, feeling his gaze.

Signus sighed: "I wonder if your father's illness is better."

Lucius said blankly, "This is dragon pox, and it won't heal so quickly even if it can."

This question is obviously a bit silly and unnecessary.Signus touched his nose, not knowing how to remedy it for a moment.

Fortunately, Lucius was not that harsh on his friend. Seeing his unnatural appearance, he simply said, "Why don't you go change your clothes, and there will be a banquet tonight. If I hadn't been waiting for you, I would have set off a long time ago."

"But there is one thing..." Seeing him rubbing his forehead, Signus held back the words he was about to say.It's better to wait, at least wait until Mr. Malfoy's condition is better before telling him, Signus thought, got up slowly, and went back to his room step by step.

Lucius waited for him to leave before raising his head, frowning and looking in the direction he left.

"Dobby," he called.

The house elf appeared in front of him in an instant, waiting for his command with wide eyes blinking.

"I remember asking you to follow him today, where did he go?"

"Little Hangleton. Master Black is at Chagant's."

The elf's sharp voice made Lucius frown unbearably. After it finished answering, he waved it away immediately, and ordered it not to reveal this news by the way.

"The Gaunt family..." Lucius frowned, "Does this guy know what he's doing?"