mystery lover

At the end of the Christmas holiday, a strange wizard came to the castle of the Castell family. Oster was puzzled for a moment that this young man named Dorcas Meadows had become their family's secret keeper. Although when the grandfather decided to close the manor, the young man was a little surprised by this decision.

On the first night back home, when Oster told his grandfather about the man's attempt to win him over, he got such an answer.

"He will attack the pure-blood family?" Oster frowned. Isn't the other party's theory advocating pure-blood, "Even if we remain neutral?"

"This will always be safer." Dave said, taking the hot milk from the house elf and handing it to his grandson, "You know, a person who is trying to conquer the entire wizarding world would not want to The existence of a neutral family." Moreover, the situation is far from being as simple as Oster imagined, that person should have noticed his connection with Albus, so he directly approached Oster as the heir .

"But Castei is one of the oldest pure-blood families." A gloomy emotion flashed across the boy's face, "Will he attack our family?" There seemed to be a stuffy feeling rising from his chest, Without this man named Lord Voldemort...

"Al." Dave called his gloomy grandson. After hesitating for a moment, the old man sighed softly, "Al, are you unhappy at school?"

Oster was stunned for a moment, and then replied, "No, Grandpa."

Putting away his emotions, Osted picked up the milk cup by the table with some annoyance. Grandpa seemed to like to urge him to drink milk since he was a child. I heard that this was a habit that his mother had when he was a little girl.

"Al, when you go back to school, Principal Dumbledore will teach you magic." Dave said, rubbing his eyes, it seemed that it was almost midnight.

"Why?!" Even though he knew that grandpa and the principal seemed to be friends, the young man suppressed the uneasy guess in his heart, "You clearly know that you shouldn't have any contact with the Order of the Phoenix at a time like this."

At least in this way, the possibility of the Castei family surviving the two-party struggle will be greater, just like Prince, who will not participate in anything outside at all, since it has decided to close the manor... Sid was still a little reconciled.

Faced with the boy's questioning, Dave felt helpless, and in fact he felt a little guilty.

Under the condition of having a family background and outstanding strength, his Oster should obviously be the best,

Just like his parents, he can live a life of recklessness.Instead of being suppressed and excluded everywhere in the current situation.

Even if Oster didn't say anything, Dave could guess the situation of his grandson in Slytherin, which would definitely not be the situation that an heir of an ancient nobleman should be in.Why did he insist on keeping this child in the UK and by his side?The old man on the sofa seemed to be unwilling to recall things from a longer time ago.

"If necessary." Dave's voice paused. In front of the fireplace, the red fire light quietly pulled the figures of the two people aside. "Castei will not be neutral."

"Why..." Oster said the word almost instinctively. The young man knew very well at this moment that what his grandfather said was no longer neutral, and he definitely didn't want to join the Death Eaters...

"The master of the Death Eaters, his failure is inevitable, even though his current power is in full swing."

"He made a Horcrux, Al, you should know about this black magic, it's an irreparable soul damage."

"I heard that that person was also a student of Slytherin College, and he was outstanding during his school days."

"It's a pity..."

"That is the only inheritance of the Slytherin blood after all."

……

And another more important reason, Dave didn't say it out, that would be something that Orr didn't need to know.

……

When Oster returned to the room, it seemed that the words that his grandfather had just said were still echoing in his mind.

Horcruxes...

Actually made a Horcrux.

Even if he didn't agree with the other party's idea, he was still inexplicably lost because of this answer.

The person who only exists in other people's words has never really appeared at all.

……

Why on earth do I... feel a little sad.

Could it be the same as grandpa... pity?

Looking at the moonlight projected by the window, Oster clutched his chest in confusion.Even the resistance that had been hidden in my heart before that was unknowingly reduced.

*****

Soon Oster knew the identity of Dorcas Meadows. After the manor was closed, this young member of the Order of the Phoenix sent himself to platform nine and three-quarters. Before leaving, his grandfather repeatedly explained But he wants to stay in Hogwarts, because only in school is the safest.

This made Oster feel a little uneasy, but as the train ran, history gradually moved towards an irreversible inherent track.

*****

On the same day that Oster returned to school, in a forest in the north of England, a majestic mansion appeared from the dark night, and there were little lights shining through the windows made of diamonds downstairs.

The corridors in the manor are wide, dimly lit but luxuriously decorated, with gorgeous carpets on the stone floors.

And at the end of the corridor, in the lounge, the gorgeous long table was already full of people, although they seemed to be silent.

A roaring flame in the marble fireplace was probably the only source of light in the room.

"My friends."

There was a clear and high-pitched voice from the table, and as the voice sounded, the wizards at the long table lowered their heads in respect. No matter what their identities were, they all respectfully listened to this voice at this moment. The voice ordered, even though their faces had been covered under that weird mask.

The speaker was sitting right in front of the fireplace, and his outline could only be vaguely discerned at a glance.Only when you look carefully can you see the faintly glowing face of that person in the darkness. It is a snake-like face without hair. His nostrils are two thin lines, and the pupils in his scarlet eyes are also narrowed. a thin line.

He was so pale, so pale it was like the gleam of pearls.

"Owner."

The person sitting on Voldemort's right hand was the first to report the news he had received, "The castle of the Castell family has been closed."

"That old man Dave locked himself in the castle, and his grandson... that kid is back at Hogwarts."

"Very well," said Voldemort, and this clearly piqued the interest of everyone present.Some of these people have a mentality that has nothing to do with them, while others show hesitant expressions behind their masks.

What will the Lord do with this stubborn family?

After a while, Voldemort's lipless mouth curved slightly, as if smiling.

"Okay, very good. Where does this news come from?"

"From the informant we discussed, Master."

After Abraxas finished speaking, he stopped talking.

There was another short silence, everyone was waiting, but Voldemort said nothing, which caused Abraxas beside him to feel moved, but at this moment, their master finally gave the order.

"Since he is a pure-blooded traitor," Voldemort looked at the table, the fire reflected in his eyes, flickering strangely, "then there is no need to exist."

"But..." There was an uncontrollable hesitation, but it attracted enough attention.

When everyone looked at the source of the voice, the man behind the silver mask shrank instinctively, "I'm sorry, my master, I just want to say... After all, Kasdey is a family with a long heritage .”

After the man finished speaking, he swallowed the throat tube in fear.And Abraxas next to him didn't make any sound from the beginning to the end, the silver mask perfectly covered all possible emotions on this man's face.

"Long inheritance...?" Voldemort's lips were already motionless, but there seemed to be a hissing sound.As the hissing got louder, causing a Death Eater or two to shudder slightly, something very heavy could be heard slipping under the table.

A giant snake slowly climbed onto Voldemort's chair.It moved up little by little, its long body seemingly endless, and then it wrapped itself around Voldemort's shoulders and rested.

Its neck was as thick as a human thigh, and its eyes had the same vertical slits as Voldemort's, unblinking.The man in the chair tapped it absently with his slender fingers, his eyes still fixed on the dull surface.

"Then, can we stop thinking about Dumbledore...or even some pure-blood wizards in the Order of the Phoenix?"

"No, of course not, master..."

"what!!!"

The evening's party ended with an emotionless Cruciatus Curse.

No one can question their master's plan, just like the Castel family who have been included in the purge.