HP monster

The more frequent the Death Eaters' actions, the more frequent the meeting. Many things need to be arranged by the old monster himself, and his body obviously does not support his current work intensity. Dozens of subordinates have just Apparated and left. The old monster Just fell off the chair.

I quickly stepped forward to help him up, and he started to cough violently again, just like when we first met, it was so difficult to say a word that he had to breathe for a long time, "I--thought you--would rather watch me--fall Woolen cloth--"

I muttered dryly: "How is that possible."

He laughed and said, "You don't like it here," coughed twice, "I escaped halfway through the banquet, and I'm always thinking about it during the meeting...Is this unacceptable?"

The cough gradually subsided, and his rare intimacy returned to nothingness. Maybe even his little intimacy was just my imagination.I was afraid of offending him, so I didn't dare to answer the question directly. I just stared at the floor and counted the tiles, from one to ten and then ten to one.

"I have a plan." He didn't care, and said self-sufficiently, "This body is really bad. I need to regain a body, which will allow me to quickly obtain the magical body of adulthood."

The old monster's eyes were full of obsession, looking into the distance, but his eyes were out of focus: "Father's bone, servant's flesh...the enemy's blood."

Alarm bells were ringing in my heart, trying not to look too anxious, I asked, "Is that the spell?"

"Yes... yes... relying on this, I can get a new body, and I don't have to grow up again every year." The old monster said this with an indescribable madness, but there was a strange look in his eyes of light.

"This kind is always more dangerous." I continued, "Servants and enemies, it sounds like the scope is too broad, you know, the old spells can't always make mistakes—"

"My son..." He turned around, his sharp eyes made me shudder, "Are you testing me?"

He has a kind of power that can make me want to run away without saying anything.

"Want to know if the enemy is your good friend of the savior? Yes, it is he. Although the Dark Lord has many enemies, but that boy is the only one who is a disgrace to the Dark Lord. Now is the time to draw out the stinger … Wipe away the stains, and I will still be the perfect Dark Lord!"

I was so scared that I almost collapsed on the ground.

Cold sweat slid down the forehead inch by inch, leaving a string of wet marks, only to hear the old monster say good night to me, and then left first.

……

"Your cleverness will always stay in these heretic places?" Snape was brewing a pot of dark green potion, and asked with his back to me.He was too busy to teach me face-to-face. The old monster officially turned him into a machine for batch-making healing potions. I guess he didn't dare to do this under Dumbledore's nose, so he called Spider's End, Trying to take my chances.

It turns out that my luck wasn't too bad.

"Is there any way to stop him." I said nervously, not only about the topic I was talking about...I didn't know whether I should trust Snape or not.

"What?" He was still busy walking around.

"Voldemort. He's going to use Harry to complete the resurrection," my voice trailed off, more and more uncertain.I can't guarantee what kind of path I have chosen now, and whether this path will be as I wish... What if, what if Harry is not that important to Snape?Or was he protecting Harry just out of a sense of duty or simply following some order from the old monster?

... I suddenly felt that my life, which was so reckless, was not long.

"Sir, can you stop standing there in a daze after attracting other people's attention! You'd better choose to tell me quickly what he said to you."

Waking up by his familiar roar, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and told him everything I knew.

"Father's bone." He said suddenly after a long silence, "Without this, the conditions of the spell itself would not be established."

"But I don't know where that is, and I wouldn't be able to steal it even if I wanted to."

"Maybe there is a way..." He looked up, "Dumbledore should know."

I nodded hastily, but my brain reacted instantly, "Are you from Dumbledore?"

Snape chooses to remain silent, but I want to consciously take this as the default... Just think of not only myself, there is one person among the Death Eaters who, like me, disapproves of some behaviors of the Death Eaters, and does not agree with those The Death Eaters were as hysterical as they were, and regarded human life as worthless... I couldn't help but feel a little excited about meeting my comrades in arms.

"If there is any news," I said anxiously before leaving, "you must find a way to tell me."

He nodded.

……

After this meeting, I spent a whole week in fear. The old monster was still busy with his own business every day, and he didn’t have any time to pay attention to me. Even though I started to go out frequently, sometimes to buy some needed materials, sometimes just Walking alone in the Muggle square, sitting on a stone chair and watching the white pigeons pecking at the grain.I guess that's probably evidence that Snape wasn't loyal to him?

At least he didn't tell the old monster everything the next day to get some reward.

Until this Friday night, after dinner, the old monster asked me to stay for the first time.

While the house-elf was setting the table, he watched me silently, and I took the opportunity to watch him—

His bones are still growing at an unreasonable rapid rate, and his height has grown a lot, he already looks like a seven-year-old child, and how fast he grows can be seen when he eats - two days ago At the dinner table, his toes could not touch the ground, and his feet were hanging in the air while sitting on the chair.

But now, he can already sit down-to-earth and restore his original elegance.

Our age group is approaching, and we look like a pair of identical twins, but I have heard him complain about his appearance more than once, and he always dislikes this appearance for being too Riddell.

This is a very novel adjective. After several considerations, I guess that the entire Riddle family looks like this, and he probably wants to be different.

It's like a child's adolescence, always wanting to rebel against something...

Sometimes I feel sorry too.

...I always have these weird and scary thoughts.

"If this is a test paper, son, you are now in negative marks." The house elf finally left, and the old monster spoke, using a very peculiar opening line.

I don't know why I look at him.

He continued: "Why didn't you think that I told you this spell, of course when everything was well preserved?" He snorted coldly, "Father's bones... How could I be so careless that I forgot to send someone to guard it?" Something so important?"

My hands and feet were instantly cold, and I opened my mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

"You still want to rely on the idiots of the Order of the Phoenix to complete this? Those mudbloods who are always blah, and we have already found them before they arrive? Ha... ha ha ha—"

The old monster suddenly stood up from his seat, propped himself up on the table and leaned towards me, "I just didn't expect that my son would be so stupid."

I just stared at him, mouth open dryly.

……

The day when I regained my body was accurately set. When all the staff were present, he specially called me to participate, and then announced loudly.

I thought he was looking at me, giving me a cold, mocking glance.

It seems that everything is back to the original point, just like walking in the cellar with that man Quirrell, he listened to me chanting a spell but didn't take any precautions.Everyone knows that I am the only one who persists stupidly, thinking that as long as I work hard, I can definitely change something.

In fact, I have always been the only one who has the chance to be changed.

Maybe this kind of stupidity is called stupidity. When I know it's impossible, I still want to discuss it with the old monster. Maybe it's just a delay, so that he can choose other enemies, and then delay the time to eliminate Harry , changed to another day that was more gorgeous for him.

...just making excuses for myself.

...knowingly impossible.

After finally plucking up the courage to approach his room, he was not there.While I breathed a sigh of relief, there was a deep frustration at the same time. Even I understood that this kind of intense psychological struggle was only this time.

I guess he didn't like people coming in here to see his important documents, turned around to leave, but stopped suddenly.

I recalled it, and was sure I had just seen it—a battered pamphlet open on the desk, with the words "Father's Bones—" written on the first line.

The four simple words are like the siren's ballad, tempting me, so I have to turn around again, let myself risk being discovered by the old monster, and move to the desk bit by bit.

This is the full version of the resurrection spell, no, it means that this booklet is simply a resurrection book, it looks like it is going to die, the other pages are stained with a brown color similar to blood, and the rest are aimed at how to bring a long-dead man back to life. skeletons, or how to revive someone who has just died.

Looking carefully from the beginning to the end, there are only two that meet the old monster's own conditions.

Needing the bones of the father, the flesh of the servants, and the blood of the enemy, it is still simple to say, and comparatively less effective than the others.

And the other one only needs flesh and blood.

It is an abstract noun, flesh and blood, that is, 100% voluntary blood donation of one's own son or daughter, donating two-thirds of the blood of the whole body.

It's just a bit more demanding, uninterruptible, and 100% voluntary.

I guess the old monster lost confidence because of the voluntary one, so he settled for the second one and chose the first one, which was less effective.

I want to tell him now, find him now, and tell him that I am absolutely 100% voluntary to cooperate with his rebirth, and there is no need for him to choose the first resurrection spell.

It's just two-thirds of the blood.

I'm not afraid, what are I afraid of... not Snape, the master of potions always has a way to solve this little problem...

The world of wizards is full of magic.

What am I afraid of...

The author has something to say:

…It is really difficult for me to construct something more fantasy based on the original work, such as two-thirds of the blood of flesh and blood, this is also a plan of V University, I originally wanted to use this→→, and then deliberately for voluntary Stimulate the child and let him throw himself into the trap