HP heard I should be a Death Eater

For Signus, Regulus had always been easy to deal with.Out of his unconditional trust in his elder brother, Regulus never doubted every word he said. Therefore, in the next few days of the Christmas holiday, Regulus quickly returned to his previous appearance, hiding in the In the study of Malfoy Manor, or follow behind Signus, listening to him chatting with Lucius and other older children about topics he still barely understands.

The Slytherin children of his age didn't think there was anything wrong with this state. Anyway, "loneliness" has always been the trait of young master Black, and no one would bother to take him to play with him. The adults saw little Black following a few Everyone in the fifth grade was used to it, and only Mrs. Black felt sorry for it.

She thought that her youngest son was enlightened, but it turned out to be nothing but joy.As for Mr. Black, he didn't have any superfluous fantasies about his youngest son at all, so naturally he wouldn't be disappointed by it.

Regulus didn't care about what other people thought. He had been very happy these two days. The return of Signus meant that his parents would relax their discipline and devote themselves to the cause of Death Eaters. Bring it to my brother.And Signus never really restrained him, anything, as long as it was not illegal, Signus allowed him to try.

If this method of bringing up a younger brother is used on the bear boy Sirius, it will definitely cause a big mess, but Regulus is different, he is so worry-free, Signus wishes his little brother would make more messes for him to clean up , but never waited for such an opportunity, how could he be willing to restrain him.

The happy Christmas holiday passed quickly amidst the children's laughter. Regulus felt that he had just moved into Malfoy Manor, and it was already the time for the Christmas dinner. Being dressed delicately but not very comfortable by the house elves dress, standing in the brightly lit hall of the manor.He looked through the guests of each family, looking for his brother, and soon saw Signus among the most dazzling group of people.

The group centered on the Dark Lord, and several adults were the heads of the Slytherin family. Signus and Lucius were the only two students in the group.It could be seen that the Dark Lord attached great importance to the two of them. He didn't know what topic they were talking about, and he even patted the shoulders of the two teenagers and smiled at them.Regulus saw his father among the group of people, this scene made him straighten his back, his face flushed with excitement.Compared to Mr. Black, Mr. Malfoy was more reserved, just looking at his son with a smile.

Regulus' heart, which had been excited for several days, suddenly became cold because of this scene.He didn't want to continue to watch his brother and the Dark Lord make false claims, so he secretly left early, so he didn't have a chance to see that in the middle of the banquet, the Dark Lord and Signus chatted alone for a few minutes, and Signus left Marl Fu Manor, and then did not return to the banquet.

On Christmas night, everywhere is brightly lit, especially in the metropolis where Muggles gather.Leaving the wizards' banquet, Signus put on black clothes and a mask for the first time, and appeared on the streets of London as a Death Eater.

Today is Christmas, and there are people in all kinds of clothes on the street. Although his black attire is a bit out of date, he is just regarded as a young man who pursues individuality. No one is too surprised.

No matter how many times he came here, the streets of the Muggle city stretching in all directions, the crowds rubbing shoulders, and the cars on the road made it difficult for Signus to adapt.He stood by the side of the road, looking at the world that the Dark Lord wanted to bury, and before he could feel any emotion, he was pushed aside by a group of laughing and shoving students.The double-decker bus passed by slowly, and the sound pierced his ears, drowning out the Christmas carols in the shops behind him.

Signus was helpless, amused by the unnecessary emotions he had just raised.The life of Muggles is fast enough and busy enough, and even the festivals are going all out to revel, I am afraid that there is no time to think about the inexplicable question of "the Dark Lord is trying to destroy them", let alone him - a destiny of one's own A wizard who can't control it yet - worry about it.

The place the Dark Lord wanted him to go was several blocks away, and Signus didn't want to be there so early, so he walked slowly down the street, pretending to be just an ordinary Muggle with nowhere to go on Christmas Eve.His sloppy, homeless appearance attracted Santa Claus on the side of the road to give him a doll with a bright smiling face.

This should be the first time he has received such a soft gift in his more than ten years of life. Signus accepted it after looking down, then put it in his arms, and continued to move forward.

The place he was going to was in a middle-class neighborhood. On a street without cars at night, there were identical small villas separated on both sides.There is a family with a pink children's swing in the yard. There is a faint warm orange light in the room on the second floor that has not drawn the curtains tightly. You can see the toys that belong to the little girl on the window sill.

Signus stopped in his footsteps, entered the yard of this family without a sound, put the doll that was warmed by his body temperature on the swing, thought for a while, and wrote Happy New Year on the snow on the lawn .

The little girl who lives here may be pleasantly surprised tomorrow. This doll is not expensive, but compared to those beautifully wrapped gifts that parents put under the Christmas tree, it is more like a gift from Santa Claus.

The first ten houses are the destination for tonight.Signus sighed and continued on his way slowly.Tonight, almost every household in this middle-class neighborhood heard the sound of lively parties, making him feel extremely cold in the night wind, and even the heat preservation spell couldn't relieve him.

Maybe I should make a quick decision, and I have to take this step sooner or later, Signus thought, stopping at the door of an ordinary villa.He tilted his head to look at the warm family lights from the floor-to-ceiling windows, looked at the shaking figures, and sighed again.

There was no magic on the door, and Signus pushed it open.The street was still calm, he looked back around and closed the door gently.There was only a floor lamp on at the entrance, just enough for him to barely avoid the shoes on the floor.He roughly glanced at it, and immediately realized that there were many more people in the house than expected tonight.

Talking and laughing in the living room was a bit noisy, but it was this kind of noise that relieved Signus from the cold all the way, as if he had returned to the world.However, it is a pity that he has a task to do today, so I am afraid he cannot continue to stand here and listen to the jokes among his family members.This was the first mission given to him by the Dark Lord, and it was also a mission for the Black family to show their loyalty after Sirius was assigned to Gryffindor. There must be no mistakes.So even though he had no interest in human life, he had to draw his wand.

"Oh!" A little boy rushed down the stairs recklessly, just in time to see Signus in black at the door, stopped in shock and shouted: "Mom, someone broke in!"

The chatting and joking in the living room stopped immediately, followed by the sound of tables and chairs colliding, and the sound of hurried footsteps. Several adults ran over, guarding the boy behind them, and looked at Signus vigilantly.

They seemed to know what Signus was doing, they only looked at him with hatred, and no one said a word.Signus saw a few people secretly drawing out their wands, but unfortunately their movements were not as stealthy as he thought.

"Merry Christmas, gentlemen and ladies." Now that it had been exposed, Signus simply leaned against the door and greeted generously.

The man standing at the front of the other side smiled sarcastically: "We don't need greetings from Death Eaters."

Signus shrugged: "It's just a routine, don't take it so seriously."

"You're not welcome here, Death Eater, you'd better get out now!" the boy's mother yelled, pointing her wand at him.

Signus glanced away at the young woman.His mission today is mainly for this, a witch who is determined to marry a Muggle.Her and her family's attitude towards Muggles so irritated the Dark Lord that the only way to calm them down was to kill them.

Signus looked at her with pity, his voice was a little tired, and his face lacked interest: "Come on, we all know that it is impossible for me to get out, so why not keep it simple and do it directly."

The leading man obviously agreed with his words. In the next second, a curse came straight at his chest. Signus dodged sideways, and at the same time attacked, breaking up a group of people on the other side, and dodged into the room by himself. The living room, leaving the narrow entrance.Almost at the same time, all the curtains in this house were tightly drawn, and all the lights were turned on, covering up the ominous green light flashed by the spell.

The strength of this family is not directly proportional to their ability to speak harshly. Although Signus is only in the fifth grade, the education of the heir of the big family is enough to deal with these ordinary wizards.The witch who married a Muggle was the first to die at the hands of Signus. The little boy screamed and ran to his mother, squatting on the ground helpless, clutching his mother's hand and crying loudly.He still doesn't understand the meaning of death, but his mother's lifeless appearance still touches his most vulnerable place, making him experience the feeling of heart cramps at an early age.

Signus glanced at the boy, his eyes were very complicated, and he was only distracted for a moment. The wizards who were stimulated by the death of his relatives had already added several wounds to his body.Signus had to concentrate and not pay attention to the child.

It was his first serious mission as a Death Eater, and his first time killing people.Perhaps it was because he had been preparing for this day since he was sensible. It was the first time that he pointed the finger of killing at a living person, but he didn't feel much. He just watched his opponents fall one by one numbly.

Am I born to be an executioner?Signus thought to himself mockingly, no wonder the Dark Lord treated him so favorably, probably already saw this.

The wizard who took the lead in confronting him was the last one to fall in front of him, still reluctant to close his eyes, staring stubbornly at Signus' hand holding his wand.It was the strong and smooth hand of a young man. The shape of the hand was beautiful, and even the nails were beautiful pink.

The wizard turned his gaze to Signus's face, looking into his eyes as if through a mask of coldness. "Slytherin kid." The warlock spat out blood, and said as loudly as he could, "Merlin will make you devils pay the price sooner or later, just wait and see!"

Covered by a mask, Signus showed an expression of complete approval without any pressure, and with a flick of his wand, ended the poor man's life.

Of course the Death Eaters will pay the price, but it's a pity that this person will never see that day.

The house that was full of festive atmosphere 10 minutes ago was silent now, except for the intermittent crying of the little boy.The Christmas tree in the living room was splattered with blood, and there were spots of sticky blood on the floor.Signus was on a mission for the first time, and he still couldn't master the Killing Curse well, so various attack spells made a mess here, and obviously caused the family to suffer a lot.

He looked around to make sure that no wizard would suddenly jump up and attack him again, and then walked to the little boy.In the scene just now, the child didn't have a magic riot, and it was probably a squib, but there was also a slight possibility that the child's magic power was not strong.

Signus looked down at the little boy lost in thought, and the boy looked up at him with fear in his eyes, but Signus found a hatred that hadn't grown up in time.The child stared at him, as if he wanted to keep his figure in his heart.Signus' hand gently stroked the wand under the cover of the baggy wizard's robe, finally sighed, and aimed at the boy's heart.He still didn't dare to bet on his family's future for his soft heart.

The way back was still the same. Signus put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly, much slower than when he came.After all, the spell could stop the bleeding from his wound, but it couldn't relieve the pain.

Passing by the house with a swing at the door again, Signus stopped, looked at the doll on the swing, and suddenly hesitated.If he went back to Malfoy Manor now, Regulus would probably see his wounds.During the recent period, Regulus must have seen his father being punished by the Dark Lord more than once, there is no need for him to see his brother injured again.

Signus hesitated for a moment, before he could figure out where he was going, he had unconsciously summoned the Knight Bus.The three-storey old car suddenly stopped in front of him, and Signus hurriedly poured himself a bottle of compound soup. When the conductor poked his head out, he saw an ordinary wizard.

"Where are you going?"

"Hogsmeade." Signus said in a muffled voice, got into the car and sat down at the back, closing his eyes.

There were other passengers in the car, and these low-level wizards would not lower their voices just because someone closed their eyes to rest.Signus could clearly hear two middle-aged men bragging and comparing each other in front of him, and an old wizard chatting alone, and there should be people on the second floor.He fell asleep unsteadily in this messy and old carriage.

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The annual meeting is over, and another wave of work is coming, but the update can finally be resumed.Congratulations~Happy New Year's Day, babies~

As I was writing, I suddenly felt that the younger son was more affectionate than the older son. I used to think that William was Xiaosheng's precious son, but now I find that Signus is the heartbeat...