"On the right forearm, a python protrudes from the mouth of a skull and coils in an S shape."

His son tried hard to recall the details, but old Aiken's heart was filled with turmoil.

He grabbed his son's arm in disbelief and asked seriously: "Fabian, are you sure that's what it looks like?"

Aiken didn't know why his father was suddenly so serious. He immediately realized what the tattoo might mean. After closing his eyes and recalling it carefully, he nodded seriously: "Absolutely right."

Old Aiken gasped and let go of his son's arm. The gloom on his face was like a dark cloud that could not be dispelled.

"Death Eaters..." Aiken heard the murmur from his father's mouth.

"Death Eaters? Who are they? Why are they targeting me!" Aiken said angrily.

Old Aiken didn't answer. He stood up and paced back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back, his brows almost knitted together.

"Resurrection? But why is it my Aiken family... This is unreasonable, I have never offended them... Is it a problem between associations? No..."

Old Aiken stood still and looked sideways, as if he had made a decision.

"Father?"

"Fabian, you take a good rest, I'm going to see someone to figure this out!"

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"Nasty weather..." Old Aiken muttered as he used an illegal door key to teleport to a certain hillside. Except for his most trusted followers, he didn't bring anyone with him.

The two waved their wands again, and when they appeared, they were already standing on a square.

It was already midnight, and most of the light in the Muggle windows had disappeared. Old Aiken followed the memory in his mind and walked to the middle of a townhouse.

The house numbers on both sides record the information here, No. 11 Grimmauld Place, No. 13 Grimmauld Place, only the number 12 is missing.

Old Aiken saw information that Muggles could not see. As he waved his wand, the buildings on both sides rumbled and moved sideways, leaving the Muggles in the house unaware.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Number 12 Grimmauld Place appears in front of you.

Old Aiken walked forward. It was a door covered with scratches and painted black. The silver door handle was in the shape of a coiled snake. There was no keyhole or mailbox on the door.

He rang the doorbell and suddenly heard an old woman yelling and cursing from inside the house.

Soon, the door was opened, and a handsome man in his thirties stood behind the door.

"Regulus Black..." Old Aiken said, "Long time no see."

Regulus is very similar to Sirius, but his temperament and appearance are much gentler than his brother's. He does not have the aggressive and cynical aggression. He slightly raises his head, showing his good qualities.

Regulus shook hands with the other party and showed a polite smile when entertaining guests.

"Mr. Aiken, who illegally smuggled himself into the UK late at night, probably had something urgent to do."

Old Aiken followed him into the foyer and sat down in the living room. An old house elf respectfully served him black tea.

"Huh..." After taking a casual sip of black tea, Old Aiken let out a breath, and then said casually, "Mr. Black, it seems that you have nothing to do recently?"

"Old Aiken," Regulus raised one foot contentedly, and now he actually looked like his older brother, "Did you come to see me and black tea in the middle of the night? We are all smart people——

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Old Aiken glanced at the other party, and then slowly said: "I was the one who was rude... Let's get straight to the point. Blake, is your master back?"
Chapter completed!