Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 461 Resurrection ([-])

It couldn't be true, it couldn't be... how could he?

How could that boy know... what I need for my resurrection magic ritual?
Voldemort went berserk, and the ugly face in the leather case became distorted and terrifying because of anger.

The solution in the crucible squirmed and splashed with his magic power, emitting a dazzling orange-red light.

Screams of anger and disbelief echoed across the night sky.

The face of that nasty little wizard reappeared before Voldemort's eyes,
All of this reminded him of that night three years ago, when the Philosopher's Stone was within reach, the first time in history that he was threatened like that...

And that time not long ago... until now Voldemort still feels a dull pain in his head, a feeling of falling,

—McGuffin Albert, whatever comes into his way always turns out to be a mess!

How could he know what he needed for his resurrection magic ritual?Was it that night a few months ago... had he seen himself taking Harry's blood?Was this what aroused his suspicions?
Or... is Dumbledore the root cause behind all this?Dumbledore, that old guy always doubted himself... indeed, he could indeed figure out what he needed to be resurrected?

But... If this is the case, then the old bee will not let this little wizard come to trade,... No, Dumbledore will only prevent himself from being resurrected.

Depending on the situation, is it the little wizard who wants to make a deal to break the blood curse?
According to that little wizard's crazy, bad personality, and ability... it is indeed possible!

Could he just agree to the little wizard's threats again?
No, no, by the way, and... mother's...

Voldemort suddenly remembered that he had another choice, and his furious mind calmed down a little.

"McGuffin Albert!"

Voldemort said his name coldly, which made him feel frustrated again and again.

"Bella... this Muggle box should be something like a communication mirror. You dial the number on the card..."

Voldemort knew he had to calm down now... on two fronts.

"Wormtail, you go to a place... a Muggle orphanage, where there is an abandoned Muggle churchyard behind the hillside... to find my mother's bones."

Voldemort reprimanded, and told Wormtail... to let him go near the orphanage where he had been when he was a child... to find his mother's bones there, to perform magical rituals.

"Okay, remember my spell, it will allow you to find... Also, don't let other people discover your identity..."

"Go!"

Wormtail sobbed and waved his wand tremblingly, and he disappeared.

And at the same time Bellatrix finally connected to the Muggle box...

- beep - beep - beep!

There was a strange sound of rubbing and rubbing clearly coming from inside...

After ten seconds of silence, a broken voice came from the opposite side,

"Hi, Moshi, Moshi... anyone?"

"Is it His Excellency Lord Voldemort?"

"..."

"No one...then I'll hang up!"

Bellatrix stared at her Master in horror, wondering if she should speak.

"MacGuffin...MacGuffin Albert!"

"You really surprised me again!" Voldemort hissed.

"you are welcome……"

If possible, Voldemort really wanted to send a curse directly, so that the little wizard would suffer endless torture in fear and regret for the rest of his life.

"Stop talking, tell me! Is Dumbledore by your side... Is that old guy manipulating you despicably, playing some tricks behind your back!"

"No one can deceive Voldemort..." Voldemort's voice became louder and louder. Every word he said to the little wizard sparked a new anger in his heart. This feeling seized his reason and made him unable to think calmly.

"Dumbledore! That old bee... do you think it's possible? The most important thing in his heart, the first one has always been Harry Potter's treasure boy... I think you should understand, - Honorable Lord Voldemort!"

"I've had enough... He's fooling me with my words... After I figured out what was the most difficult to obtain among the three ingredients to break the [Blood Curse], I knew that he alone couldn't help me break the Blood Curse. I had to find a way myself..."

"Only you can provide me with what I need. That's why you gave me the method to break the curse so easily, isn't it?"

The male duck said in a slightly annoyed raised voice.

Voldemort didn't answer right away,
He remembered this little wizard's character that no one could believe, and his scheming like a little wizard... This little wizard has been learning [Occlumency] since he was in the first grade... This shows that he has an extremely serious guard against anyone.

It is very possible that the little wizard thought this way, and he was right...Indeed, that old guy Dumbledore would pay more attention to Harry...Compared to that, McGuffin Albert himself is likely to be sacrificed to Dumbledore, the great headmaster of Hogwarts.

The outline of the little wizard McGuffin gradually became clear in Voldemort's mind-the little wizard was indeed very bold, and he might indeed threaten himself again to take such an action.

No matter what - my current situation couldn't be worse, now this is the best... and the easiest chance to revive myself.

After thinking for a while, Voldemort let out a hiss and purr,
"Nagia! (Hiss!)"

The giant snake slowly meandered from the grass and mist to the front of the cauldron, looking up at Voldemort with its head raised.

Voldemort's call in the snake language was also transmitted to the magic phone.

The voice from inside couldn't calm down anymore.

McGuffin Albert shouted anxiously, "That's right, that's it... This should be the source of that [Blood Curse], it's it..."

"I know……"

The mad Muggle muttered from the black box.

Hearing his eagerness, Voldemort judged that the [Blood Curse] on the little wizard had begun to gradually erode his body, mind, and soul, otherwise this guy wouldn't be so... so eager that he even dared to threaten himself again.

Voldemort was finally not so angry now, he tentatively said, "I can indeed agree to this deal, but you have to answer me a question first..."

"You have to think clearly, you must tell the truth, no one can deceive Voldemort,...otherwise I would rather find another way to resurrect..."

"Tell me, how did you know about my resurrection ceremony? That old fellow Dumbledore would never tell you such a thing, and you wouldn't be stupid enough to ask him...or other Hogwarts professors, would you?"

"How did you know the ritual materials needed for my resurrection!" Voldemort emphasized again.

"It's... easy!" said McGuffin.

"Simple?" Voldemort felt insulted.

"Golden Galleon! Most things in the world can be done through Golden Galleon... If you can't do it, then it must be because you don't have enough gold coins... Especially in today's English magic world, there are too many dark wizards who are poor...and the knowledge about magic in their minds is indeed priceless..."

The McGuffin didn't finish, and Voldemort understood that as far as he knew, the little wizard had made several windfalls, and he could indeed do such a thing.

Bellatrix, who was listening, was about to grit her teeth, and the little wizard's words reminded her of who she owed her to where she is today... and McGuffin's disregard for the dark wizard also made her feel extremely angry.

"Okay, let's continue to talk about that deal? Dear Lord Voldemort, do you agree... Oh, if you want to procrastinate and search for it in the orphanage where you were a child... there is no need to search..."

"Since I know that your parents' bones are part of the resurrection magic ceremony... I naturally won't leave such a big loophole."

"Don't talk about your blood relatives... you are looking for your immediate family Muggles, or the Slytherin family... No matter which side, I have searched for everything I found... Yes, it is what you think... I have reburied all possible bones in other places... In a short time, you will not find any useful materials for the resurrection ceremony."

"--you!"

Voldemort was so angry that he laughed, and that kind of cold laughter made Bellatrix, who was mad at first, start to tremble with fright, and the Muggle box she held in her hand kept shaking.

"How shameless! Now Hogwarts... Gryffindor will only teach such wizards who have no sense of honor? Or is it that the dirty Muggle blood in your body drives you to make such a move..."

"Ha! Speaking from your mouth... I take it as a compliment. You need these things as materials for magic rituals... Compared with you and me, I may be a little worse, and there is still a lot to learn..."

"After all, despicable guys like you and me will always benefit in this world... As the saying goes - despicableness is the passport of the despicable!"

Although expected, the degree of shamelessness and despicableness of McGuffin Albert was beyond Voldemort's expectations.

But such a dialogue made Voldemort completely calm down, and he thought about the next gains and losses.

Now it seems that the possibility of Dumbledore intervening should be very small... The little wizard is not important. When recovering mana, there are plenty of ways to find him and torture him...

Yes, the most important thing is resurrection...resurrection, only by resurrecting can we regain everything.

Voldemort said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense, I don't think you dare to deal with me head-on? How do you make a deal? How do you guarantee that something is true? According to the despicableness you are showing now... It is difficult for me to have any trust in you."

"And I'm afraid you won't believe me either!"

"Oh, it's easy." The little lunatic's voice came from the box.

"You send some Nagia's blood through owl mail first... Of course, it's only a small part, which is far from enough to lift the [Blood Curse] on me. At the same time, after I receive it, I will tell you through this magic phone that part of it is where the bones are buried!"

"In this way, trust is built step by step... After all, facing a wizard like you, any magic...even the unbreakable oath, or the rune of the golden scale I have is very unreliable."

"Okay, I promise. Where's the address?" Voldemort asked grimly.

"Just send Nagia's blood to the Ministry of Magic's Office of Misuse of Muggles!"

"Hiding in the Ministry of Magic? Very smart...Albert, I hope you can live to show off your cleverness."

"Also... don't play tricks on me, you should know that this is your last chance, seeing that you are so eager for the antidote... the [Blood Curse] on your body should be almost uncontrollable, right?"

McGuffin was silent for a moment without answering, and then he said a little annoyed, "I'll wait here! I'll call again when I receive the items! According to what I said you need, divide them into five parts...I've already buried the things you need in five locations."

After he finished speaking,

— a beep.

The Muggle box has no sound, as if the communication channel has been turned off.

After waiting for a while, Wormtail reappeared on the same spot, empty-handed, apparently having gotten nothing,
After the little wizard appeared, he knelt down in front of the cauldron and begged Voldemort for forgiveness.

"Master...Master, I..."

"Trash, stop talking. If you don't want to make me lose my temper!"

Voldemort didn't even want to look at the rat-like fellow. There had been too many twists and turns tonight, and he had to revive himself as soon as possible.

And that little wizard's proposal...

Voldemort sneered in his heart,
"That little lunatic must have a way to reduce the consumption of Nagia's blood to lift the [Blood Curse], otherwise he wouldn't have made this proposal... According to the shameless level of that little wizard, he would tear up the transaction agreement even before the last step of the transaction..."

It just so happened that he did exactly what the little wizard said.

Next, it depends on whose means are higher.

After this, Voldemort ordered Nagia to lie still while Bellatrix swung the dagger to get blood and venom on her.

After dividing it into five equal parts, he sent Wormtail to take the vampire to the nearest Owl Post Office store, where she rented an owl.

After bringing the owl back, they started the transaction with the little wizard.

Soon, the first deal was struck, with Wormtail getting the first part from an iron box in an old Muggle factory.

"Master, that's right...it's true."

"That little lunatic didn't just fake a Muggle skeleton."

After Bellatrix confirmed it, they mailed a second bottle of Nagia's blood and poison.

In this way, after the third copy was traded... Wormtail found another set of bones from a Muggle public cemetery in London, and it was confirmed to be correct.

After that, Voldemort directly asked Bellatrix to crush the Muggle box, tearing up the agreement first.

"Although there is a slight deficiency, it is enough to complete my resurrection ceremony... I will have ways to make up for my losses in the future... According to the shamelessness of that little wizard, I am afraid that after this time, he will directly tear up the agreement, and even report this place to the Ministry of Magic or Dumbledore."

Voldemort said coldly, "Let's start the ceremony, and when it's done, let's get out of here as soon as possible."

Wormtail's face was pale, and his trembling figure tried his best to support himself to recite the spell again. The bones on the ground turned into wisps of dust... At his call, he flew into the air and gently fell into the cauldron.

The cauldron began to boil, shining brightly, like a diamond splashing... Dazzling and bright.

As everything became more intense, a column of water vapor emerged from the crucible straight to the sky... The vigorous water vapor filled the air, covering everything around it.

Then, under the cover of the white mist... in a blur, a short skeleton rose from the crucible and floated on the crucible... Then the meat, like the meat on the chopping board, without the slightest color, spread and climbed up the skeleton little by little, forming a shape, forming a piece of muscle... Finally, all the solution in the crucible turned red... turned into blood threads and wrapped around Voldemort's body...

Inject it little by little, drop by drop, so that the skin grows slowly.

Wormtail didn't dare to look directly at it, and he didn't dare not look away... This creepy scene... was gradually pieced together into a human body.

"Master! Master!"

Bellatrix was so excited that she couldn't help it. Without waiting for an order, she stepped forward and put the black robe she had prepared on the man.

Voldemort stepped out of the cauldron, filled with steam, his two big red eyes scanned everything around him, his nose was flat like a snake, and his nostrils were two thin slits... That pale, fuzzy face without a face, like a fusion of candles... was extremely evil and terrifying.

Finally succeeded, all as he expected.

only……

——He is a little short.

He stood next to Bellatrix like a mother and child now.

However, he, Voldemort - was finally alive.

—Although it has shrunk a bit.

(End of this chapter)