An indescribable lump of flesh roared in a cloud of steam and fell to the ground.

It was like a bloody tumor, but it expanded and grew at an alarming rate. Countless bone spurs protruded from the flesh, and blood spattered, dyeing the surrounding ground red.

The flesh and blood continuously gave birth to some limbs, organs, eyes, ears, wolf heads, tails, hair, and sometimes swollen chests and slender legs and feet, but most of them were shapeless blood, meat, and bones... …

"You, what did you do..." A mouth on the top of the meat mountain screamed and roared, "You did..."

But soon, a wolf leg stretched out from the mouth, tearing it apart and interrupting the words behind it.

Murphy stayed far away, looking at the ever-expanding mountain of meat, feeling a little surprised. It seemed that the elixir of life could indeed provide a lot of magic power. The size of this mountain of meat was larger than that of the one he drank at that time. Most of the time they are vegetarian.

"I'm going to kill you!"

The meat mountain roared angrily, and it seemed to know that Murphy was the instigator. Several limbs twisted and dragged the huge body, trying to get closer to Murphy.

Murphy glanced at the sky while retreating. His observation was almost complete, and his preparations were basically completed. He stood at a tombstone, "How does it feel to have a body, Voldemort?"

"Murphy!"

Roshan roared angrily, and a huge bone spur suddenly emerged from Roshan, piercing him like a spear.

But Murphy did not dodge, but lightly snapped his fingers.

The wind and clouds changed color, green lightning lit up in the sky, and a green light beam as thick as an arm fell from the sky and hit the meat mountain.

"ah!!!!"

There seemed to be dozens of mouths screaming at the same time, and the green death energy seemed to have overflowed all its randomly distributed limbs, organs, blood vessels and nerves in an instant, causing the meat mountain to tremble violently and spasm, and the white bone spear it handed out also Paused.

Roshan's roar and scream lasted for nearly ten seconds.

The white bone spear stopped in front of Murphy. The top of the spear was twisted, growing into a white snake face.

He - or "she" - opened his eyes in front of Murphy, his blood-red eyes staring at Murphy, "Murphy Darkholm...I, remember...you..."

The next moment, the face collapsed, and the flesh and blood began to melt. The entire huge mountain of flesh melted quickly as if it had been poured with strong acid, and soon turned into a pool of thick blood.

Murphy covered his nose and burned away the blood with a fire. Then he came to Quirrell and unlocked the petrification spell on him.

"M-Murphy, why are you here?" Quirrell's face turned pale. Voldemort had just left him and he was about to die.

Murphy ignored him. Voldemort would definitely not be able to wait to be resurrected after getting the elixir of immortality. Before, he knew through Tom that the so-called resurrection potion was actually similar to the set of potions in the original work. Naturally, his resurrection would be the same. Will choose this place where his father is buried.

He found the remaining elixirs from Quirrell's body - only five bottles in total.

Murphy sighed, and first used Legilimency to read Quirrell's memory, and found his memory of helping Voldemort make the resurrection potion, which confirmed the formula of the resurrection potion.

Then he searched his previous memories and discovered that after Quirrell learned that Dumbledore had left school, he sneaked into Dumbledore's office and found letters between him and Nicolas Flamel there. , thus knowing Flamel’s address.

This was also the reason why he didn't get the magic stone immediately.

Understanding this, Murphy knocked Quirrell unconscious with a stun spell.

Then he set up a big pot himself, waited until the water in the pot boiled, and dropped the ingredients in the order of the resurrection potion. Then he took a bone of old Tom Riddle and chopped off half of Quirrell's arm. , and finally disapparated back to the Three Broomsticks' box, brought Harry and Tom over, took the unconscious Harry's blood and dripped it in.

The cauldron is boiling. Now it's time to throw in the resurrected body. Murphy looked at Tom's broken body. With a thought, he pulled out the spiritual seed that connected his body and soul from his body, leaving only his spiritual body. that part.

"Although you didn't bring me the real magic stone, that's not your problem. Now it's time to resurrect you as promised."

The transformed Tom Riddle has both outstanding personal abilities and a strong will. Murphy currently lacks such talents around him, and it would be a pity to scrap him directly.

After finally raising a vicious dog to maturity, it would be too wasteful to kill it directly. It is better to let it continue to create some residual value.

Thinking of this, he used the spiritual seed to control Tom's spirit body and put it into the cauldron. Finally, he poured the elixir into the cauldron. After thinking about it, he added a bottle of transsexual potion.

After a moment, in the hazy water vapor, a girl's body stood up.

"Tom." Murphy called.

The girl opened her eyes in confusion. It took her a while to see Murphy clearly, "Murphy, Professor."

"Am I dead?"

As she spoke, she realized that something was wrong with her voice.

Very good. He can recognize himself and his attitude seems normal. Resurrection should not be a big problem.

"What do you think?" Murphy asked.

"I feel..." Tom felt something was wrong as soon as he opened his mouth. When he lowered his head, he found that he seemed to have the body of a girl. "What's wrong with me, Professor Murphy? What happened to me?"

"It's a long story, but in short, I found a way to revive you. Do you feel any discomfort in your body?"

"Am I resurrected?" Tom stroked his face in surprise. He could feel the delicate touch. His feeling seemed to be much sharper. It was as if he had been wearing gloves to touch the world, and now he finally felt it. It's like being able to take off your gloves.

"I feel...good! Incredibly good..."

Murphy nodded, "Do you still remember who you are?"

"I am……"

In an instant, several answers came to her mind. She opened her mouth and said: "I am Tom Riddle, I am Voldemort, I am Lucas Brightson, I am Lucas Tom Brightson... …But, I’m not any of them…I…I don’t know…”

Murphy nodded, "In that case, let's start over. Tom, Lucas, what would you rather call yourself?"

The girl thought for a while, "Lucas. I would like to call myself Lucas."

The name Tom represents her past, but Lucas represents her expectations for her future.

She inherited some of Lucas Brightson's will. She wanted to be the ray of light, the child of light who bloomed in the darkness of despair and brought hope to others.

"In that case, from now on you will be called Lucas."

"Now, Lucas, I will send you to a safe place to rest. The teacher has some other things to complete."

After saying that, Murphy waved his hand and hypnotized Lucas, then took her to the Magic Research Institute and handed her to Laura. He took Harry and "Tom's body" back to the Three Broomsticks, and then gave her to Quirrell made up a petrifying spell and took it to Nicoléme's house.

During this year, out of the idea that doing more is worse than doing less, he played a game of chess with Dumbledore for a life-saving Philosopher's Stone. He didn't even distort Dumbledore's script too much.

But after watching the chess game with you, you show your cards and say, I'm sorry, this bet is fake, my opponent in this game is not you, and you can't take away my magic stone even if you win.

Murphy couldn't swallow this breath.

We can't just let it go.

He brought Quirrell to Nicoléme, "I killed Voldemort and captured the intruder. I avenged your wife's revenge for you. Are you grateful to me at all?"

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