harleyscars Chapter 329 Cut off all past rebirth (1 in 2)
Chapter 329 Cut off all past rebirth (1 in 2)
Chapter 329 Cut off all past rebirth (two in one)
The abandoned mansion has once again returned to its former silence. The fire in the stove has been extinguished, the candles are no longer burning, and the disturbed dust on the floor has also been erased from the traces of the past, as if no one has ever been here.
The only difference is probably that in the gardener's hut, the sleeping old man couldn't wake up today. He was already in his 70s, and he didn't have many years to live. His death was not unexpected.
Maybe, but the next day, when those brats came here again to show their bravery, the brats who didn't hear the familiar scolding would curiously push open the door of the gardener's hut and see the face of the old man sleeping.
Their screams might wake up the people of Little Hangleton and give them a little more capital to gossip in this barren day, but it's not a good habit to talk about a dead man behind his back, but the villagers don't care of.
The cemetery where the three members of the Riddle family were buried was also quietly disturbed. The father's bones were dug out from the burial place, and the broken bones exuding decay were using their own existence to describe the picture of death. This does not feel the slightest.
"Master, are you going to summon your servants now?"
Wormtail carefully put the freshly excavated skeleton into the bag, he didn't dare to raise his head, he bowed his body and lowered his head and laughed.
"Not now."
After obtaining this temporary body that barely allowed him to move freely, Voldemort was obviously happy. At this time, he was not stingy to say a few more words.
"No one knows better than me why you came here. It is honor, power, wealth, and of course it is because of strength."
He slid the wand across his fingers and cut off the sticky fingers, so that the wand could be better grasped by his hands, although this wand was not his own, as long as it was enough .
"Now I have nothing, even you, my cowardly, pathetic, timid servant, after you saw that I don't have the strength to protect you now, you want to leave countless times."
Voldemort waved his hand and interrupted Wormtail's 'loyalty'. This kind of verbal allegiance was meaningless, and he didn't like to hear it.
"I lost everything because of one boy 13 years ago and even more because of another boy a few years ago."
"I was almost killed by him. He destroyed five pieces of my soul, which almost pushed me to the abyss of death."
"A Voldemort who has nothing, how can he get his former servant to be loyal to him again?"
"Countless eyes have seen the three monsters projected on the sky, I have to admit that they are indeed monsters, with power far beyond ordinary people, comparable to the power of my heyday, even though they look so young , so unbelievable."
Speaking of this, Voldemort's body trembled undetectably, but it was not trembling from fear, but trembling from excitement.
He believes in power, and believes that the road to eternal life can only be mastered by those who have mastered the most powerful power, but at the same time, he also sees his own weakness, and understands the root cause of his successive failures. Insufficient strength.
The mind that was crazy because of the pursuit of powerful power became unprecedentedly sober when it saw a more powerful power appearing in front of its eyes.
Just as when he was 11 years old, he chose to obey rather than fight after seeing Dumbledore's powerful magic. Today's Voldemort does not intend to set off another confrontation that must be defeated. He wants to obey this stronger force than himself. strength, and draw from it the nutrients that make you stronger until you grow to the point where you can be compared with it.
He is a viper of Slytherin, sucking the warm heat in the warm farmer's arms, but when he is awakened by the warmth, the fangs filled with venom will penetrate into the body of the warmer, and use the gradually cold bones as The nourishment he needs to climb higher.
"Now, I need to go get something back."
"Although you have told me many things, there are some memories that I must personally retrieve. The great Dark Lord can accept failure, but he cannot forget it. Mistakes, once is enough."
"My no longer faithful servants."
After this murmur with exclamation, he put a huge black gemstone ring on the finger that had just healed the wound.
"Even Bella betrayed me, the so-called loyalty is just some useless garbage."
A sneering smile appeared along with the hissing snake language. Voldemort, who was resurrected by Bellatrix, left some fragments of memory for him this resurrection, and in this memory some glimpses of Duan Mi Voldemort, he also saw through this hypocritical loyalty.
"Going to Albania, I want to get back the memory of my first failure. Those memories are worth cherishing."
The figures of the master and the servant disappeared under the quiet night sky of Little Hangleton, and in the distant Albania, in the black forest decorated with countless tiny lives, the hissing snake language echoed, and the scales The slight 'rustling' sound of A rubbing against the ground kept coming and going.
The forest, which was originally full of faint sounds, fell silent, and those shadow killers hiding in the grass and crevices of stones appeared one after another, gathering towards the voice that called them.
A huge venomous snake stood out among the thousands of snakes. It was a viper, as huge as a boa constrictor. A familiar magic power emanated from this giant snake.
The hissing calls gradually subsided, and a pale and bloodless hand protruded from the darkness, gently brushing the vicious head of this huge adder.
"Good boy."
Voldemort gently caressed the giant snake, which would terrify anyone who saw it, as if he were stroking an intimate lover.
Ten years after Lily Potter's magic destroyed his body and turned him into a weak spirit like a ghost, he has been wandering in this forest, and this big snake is the only friend who has always been with him , partner, or even a family-like role.
Nagini is not an ordinary snake, not only because of its huge size, but earlier, Nagini was not a snake, it was a witch under the blood curse, this curse inherited by blood can make Humans can freely switch between human and non-human forms, which is similar to the curse of werewolves, but the final results of these two curses are completely different.
The witch covered with the blood curse will eventually become an animal forever, and her humanity, memory, and everything that belongs to humans will completely disappear after the final irreversible animalization. (Remarks: Only women can, not men. In the original book, Draco married Astoria Greengrass, a descendant of Nagini. She died of a blood curse at the age of 37.)
Otherwise, it is impossible for an ordinary adder to survive such a long time, and it is impossible to establish such a close connection with Voldemort. During the weakest period when Voldemort turned into a ghost, he constantly possessed weak lives to absorb their vitality. To survive, but at that time, Voldemort's only home was the big snake named Nagini. (Remarks: In the fifth Order of the Phoenix, Harry saw the snake attacking Mr. Weasley through Nagini's eyes. The relationship between Nagini and Voldemort is beyond imagination.)
Only a serpent who was once a human being and turned from a blood-cursed orc can carry a person's soul, even if that person has cut his own soul, but the soul soaked in dark magic power is by no means a weight that ordinary life can carry.
Voldemort can be cruel and cold-blooded to anyone, disregarding their lives, but only to Nagini, he will always be gentle.
Due to the possession and boarding for many years, Voldemort's remnant soul left deep marks that cannot be erased on this serpent.
"It was so"
Voldemort, who sat quietly on the wet forest floor, let the big snake wrap around him gently, and the snake's head, which was breathing out snake letters, rested on his shoulder, so close that even the sound of breathing could be heard completely.
"Wormtail."
After a long time, Voldemort got up quietly, and the gentle snake was entrenched at his feet.
"Master, I am here."
With a voice of fear, he appeared in the darkness not far from Voldemort. As Wormtail, who has a close relationship with mice, he has always had a heartfelt fear of snakes.
"We're going to Hogwarts, you know how to get in quietly, don't you?"
A frightened convulsion appeared on the fat and short figure, and Wormtail, who was about to pee, collapsed on the ground. He didn't know why Voldemort was going there, the school that brought him endless ominous memories, the school full of bad memories among the schools.
"My lord, it's very dangerous there, very dangerous! The secret passage of Hogwarts has been trapped by that devil. Last time the werewolves you led were wiped out inside, it's too dangerous."
"You know where to sneak in, don't you, Wormtail?"
Voldemort repeated it quietly.
"Yes, it is"
In response, Wormtail could only nod tremblingly.
"Then let's go."
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Hogsmeade is dark at night, and the Three Broomsticks is not an all-night pub. Maybe you can see drunks in the Pig's Head Pub on the hillside not far away, but there are not many lights shining through there.
The stingy shopkeepers would not waste candles and light on this group of scumbags who seemed to be sneaking around. A few broken oil lamps were enough, but because of this, they couldn't see the two figures in black robes under the cover of night. Move forward silently.
The unhaunted haunted house ushered in a new guest. The loose floor of the screaming shack was stepped on by two pairs of feet, but the creaking sound did not appear. Following the guidance of Wormtail, a passage leading to the underground Appeared in front of their eyes, but compared to the dilapidated house above, this dark tunnel was much cleaner.
At first Voldemort asked Wormtail to provide all the secret passages that could enter Hogwarts Castle, but this secret passage connected to the Whomping Willow was not used.
There is almost no difference here from decades ago, except that it is a little more worn out, there is no difference.
Ron set up Nicolas May's alchemy trap here, but after the invasion ended, the trap here switched to the trigger mode. After all, exploring the secrets of Hogwarts has always been an unspoken tradition of this school. , After solving the big problem, the trap that must kill must be changed.
Otherwise, if a little wizard entered this secret passage by mistake, after leaving the scope of Hogwarts' magical protection, once the trap was activated, there would be no possibility of surviving.
Thanks to this, under Wormtail's reminder, Voldemort, who studied here seriously, found a way to avoid the trap. Although it took some time, he still got his wish and entered this long-lost school.
The scar of the Whomping Willow was gently touched by a little mouse, and suddenly fell into a peaceful and quiet violent willow sleepy lazily in the night.
No one noticed that there was a black shadow coming out and slipping into the Forbidden Forest. The moon hanging in the sky was not enough to illuminate this shadow that was darker than darkness.
He shuttled through the Forbidden Forest, and the magic wand in his hand guided him in the direction.
"It's here."
Voldemort stopped at the edge of a clearing that was much more barren than other places. This was the scene where Quirrell and Ron, who stole the blood of the unicorn, fought. It would take a long time for the woodland lawn that had been burned by the flames to grow full of trees again. , at least a short three or four years cannot heal the trauma here.
"Hope you're telling the truth, Wormtail."
"Master, I'm sure, master!"
The shrill voice squeezed out many letters in a hurry.
"He's hurt, right here, he's hurt!"
"If you want to find his blood, this is the most promising place."
"That demon. That demon is getting stronger and stronger now. He tried his best to fight a lot, but the place where his blood is stained is now only here."
"is it?"
Voldemort raised his wand and spoke to the magic what he needed.
As a result, the wet soil under his feet began to churn, and the magic power responded to his request, looking for the blood that dripped here at the beginning, and some dust-like residues appeared in the soil, gathering into a handful of insignificant powder.
Back then Ron got Cruciatus here, in order to resist the torture that penetrated into the soul, he faced the torture with the cracked corners of his eyes, and the blood that slipped was buried in this land. Little omissions that no one can spot.
Although Ron is often bloody every time he fights, it is almost impossible for others to get it. Either he will be burned by the flames, or there will be close elders around him who will clean up for him. No, in the battlefield where no one can touch, not only blood, but also his hair is hard to find.
The blood of the red dragon kept him away from the distress of hair loss, and the vigorously growing hair would never sleep alone on the pillow towel, and could not be squeezed out, which really made bald people envious and jealous.
Just as they came quietly, they went away quietly, but the end of the trip has not yet been reached. With the shivering servant, under the cover of the night, they continued to move forward, so they came to another place. next to the grave.
It is very close to Azkaban, but it is not on the small island prison far from the land. Fresh corpses of the dead will appear in Azkaban at any time. , then he would not appear here, but the prisoners who died in Azkaban often have no one willing to accept them again, even if they are dead.
A cemetery similar to a mass grave is the home of these, which is the only mercy the Ministry of Magic has for these prisoners.
Those buried here are sinful souls.
And Bellatrix is no exception.
Her head was beheaded, but her body was not received.
Of course, Professor Flitwick, who rushed to dispose of Bellatrix's body, would not keep the body. She was handed over to the Ministry of Magic and buried in this homeless tomb.
And tonight, the tomb was opened.
A long-decayed heart rose from the foul-smelling earth, and fell into a black box under Wormtail's horrified gaze, and was placed in a package together with a handful of dust and a small piece of bone. .
The crucible burning with the magic fire had already boiled, and bright sparks even burst out from the liquid surface, as if it was burning.
The steam drifting from the crucible became thicker and thicker, blurring the figure that was taking care of the flames.
A pale body was sitting in front of the cauldron. In just a few hours, this temporary body had already reached the brink of collapse.
Countless blood-colored cracks covered the pale body, like a plaster statue that was about to shatter, and there was not much life left on it.
It is impossible for a body temporarily created by using only the blood of a wizard with magic power to last for a long time. The things needed to reshape the body can never be filled by stingy sacrifices.
"It's ready, master."
Wormtail shrieked as a gigantic adder brushed past his feet, and the scent of the enemy made his hair stand on end.
"Start now."
Voldemort's voice was also extremely weak, no longer the coldness before, only weak and weak, but Wormtail didn't dare to move rashly, the big snake named Nagini was staring at him with cold snake eyes.
Wormtail, who started to tremble all over, walked around the cauldron carefully, and stood beside Voldemort, stretching out his trembling hands, his eyes were almost closed, his hands touched a biting cold, lifeless The chill of vitality.
When his hand grabbed Voldemort's head, more cracks suddenly appeared on the pale body. In just an instant, the body other than the head shattered into countless pieces, turned into ashes and burned vigorously. The magic fire blows away.
Only the head with the cruel snake eyes still remained in the world, and the thin lips were slightly opened, and he seemed to be smiling.
Countless diamond-like light spots burst out from the boiling cauldron. This bright and fragmented light turned everything around it into a black velvet color.
The pale head sank into the potion, followed by Nagini's hissing urge.
Wormtail came to a table next to the cauldron, drew out his wand, closed his eyes, and whispered to the still dark night sky:
"Father's bones, dug up in the grave, may regenerate your son!"
The shattered bone that had been taken from the grave floated up into the seething cauldron, and the diamond-sparkling liquid cracked, hissing and sparking, and the liquid turned a vivid blue like A pot of boiling poison.
Wormtail whimpered, he drew a gleaming silver knife, and Nagini's hissing became the loudest at this moment, his twelve-foot-long body was entangled on the ground, and then stood tall Thick and long body.
The silver knife sliced through the scales of the snake, and a long strip of bloody flesh was shaved.
"Your servant's flesh, offered voluntarily, will regenerate your master."
At this moment, the blue liquid turned into an emerald-like clear green, more dazzling than the diamond just now, and it was a fascinating green light.
The painful big snake swallowed the letter excitedly, her muscles were convulsing, her body was twisting, but the only thing that didn't move was the cold snake eye, she was still staring at Wormtail closely, as if she was going to ask for it at any moment. his life.
Wormtail put down his silver knife and raised his wand again. At this moment, the element of fear and trembling in his tone was slightly lowered. The return of Voldemort's power was the best news for a person who desperately needed protection. Now it's half done.
"The blood of your enemy, given inadvertently, will resurrect your enemy."
The dust turned into a handful of blood fell silently, and the clear green instantly turned into a crimson fire. Wormtail was so startled by the boiling flame that he almost couldn't hold his wand.
Nagini's warning hiss sounded again, a death whisper that made Wormtail flick his wand once more.
"The heart of the traitor, if you take it off with your own hands, it will revive your master!"
The withered and decayed heart was also thrown into the crucible, and the dazzling white engulfed the flames, but the splashing sparks did not attenuate in the slightest. This bright light seemed to be brewing something sacred, but on the contrary, pure brilliance What is brewing is one body with two sides, the shadow that accompanies the light.
The brighter the light, the darker the shadows it casts.
Light and shadow, black and white.
The balance of chaos exists in all things, tumbling endlessly, endlessly, endlessly.
Suddenly, the flame on the crucible was extinguished, and a white steam rose from the crucible, covering all the pictures, and the dazzling white light also disappeared in the white steam——
Darkness replaced everything, darkness that could not even be illuminated by moonlight replaced everything.
Under the shelter of the night, a creepy black figure slowly rises from the crucible. There seems to be an extra space connected to the bottom of this seemingly shallow crucible, at least a space that can accommodate people.
This is not magic, but the power of magic.
"Dress me, Wormtail."
A boy's voice sounded, full of youthful vitality.
The black robe covered the jade-like skin, and the black jade hair was blown by the night wind, embellishing the star-like eyes even more shining.
The young man stepped out of the cauldron, his eyes did not look at the servant who was trembling with excitement, but his extremely gentle eyes cast on the bloody but joyous serpent.
"Nagini."
The young man held the wand that did not belong to him, and then slowly brushed across the wound on the big snake, soothing her slightly trembling body due to the pain.
"Since you have opened the door to a new world, how can I miss this wonderful world?"
"All previous failures draw a line at this moment, and I will throw away the name of Tom Marvolo Riddle, and I will also throw away the name of the so-called Voldemort."
"I have been reborn."
His left hand brushed Nagini's body.
"The only one who can witness with me at this moment is you."
"Nagini."
"Avada Kedavra!"
A dazzling green light shone, the excited face that yearned for rewards and protection was frozen at this moment, the divine light in Wormtail's eyes was dissipating, and his empty eyes looked up at the night sky as his body fell down.
It was endless darkness, a darkness that the moon could not illuminate.
It is also the home of eternal peace.
Maybe there, he wouldn't need to shrink and tremble all day long like he is now.
There should be another chapter. If I haven’t finished it tonight, I will make up this 4K tomorrow.
By the way, I found the previous BUG in the book when I checked the information today. The production time of the Horcrux Diary is June 1943. It is not the first Horcrux to be manufactured, but the first ring of the Gunter family. (Resurrection Stone), which was made when he murdered the Riddle family and blamed his uncle Morfin in 6. It is this Horcrux that Voldemort is resurrecting now.
(End of this chapter)