[hp] Dragon Training

Voldemort stood in front of the ancestral grave of the Black family, looked at the epitaph on the stone tablet and suddenly sneered: "The name is Black, but he was praised after death as a person who never feared the dark?"

"How ridiculous?"

Peter Petitlou laughed at the right time beside him, and that voice seemed particularly funny and eerie in the dark night.Voldemort's blood-red eyes stared fiercely, and he immediately shut up. The expression on the snake-faced man's face was very ferocious, because he looked too terrifying to know what expression could be seen from his face.I saw him waving his wand, and the stone tablet with the inscription on it immediately shattered into powder, and then the soil on the ground began to turn, and stones began to roll away from the grass one by one.

The ground was stirred up quickly, and the ground shuddered, as if an invisible hand had penetrated into the ground and easily turned over the compacted soil. The ground trembled uncontrollably, and the gully gradually became deeper and deeper, until the inside was exposed. The black coffin comes.As soon as Voldemort raised his hand, the coffin lid slowly floated up, revealing what was hidden inside.

The Death Eaters thought they would smell the disgusting stench of rotting flesh and bones after the corpse had been buried for a long time, but surprisingly, it was a faint scent of grass, trees and flowers.Voldemort watched this scene with satisfaction: Regulus Black lay quietly in the coffin, his body intact as if he was just asleep.His delicate and delicate face was the same as before, young and beautiful, his slender eyelashes cast a dark blue shadow on his fresh snow-like skin, and there was a natural gentleness between his brows.If you look closely at him, you can even feel warm blood flowing in the blue veins under the soft skin.

He was sleeping quietly and would never wake up. The flowers that were buried with him in the coffin had been unbearable with the passage of time, and they all dried up and withered, and finally withered helplessly.

It was rare for Voldemort to have some praise in his eyes. He didn't ask anyone to help him. He raised his hand to let Regulus' body float up and he caught it firmly. The expression on Voldemort's face was extremely admiring and satisfied. He looked down Looking at Regulus' face with his eyes tightly closed, he even stretched out his withered hands to test whether he really had the temperature of a living person.

"It's like a flower that never fades, how beautiful..." Voldemort murmured, his eyes were peaceful and loving, as if he was amazed by his face and then fascinated.Suddenly he turned his head slightly, and a ray of light brushed his cheek and shot it away.

When Sirius Black saw this scene, the blood in his body became cold and burned again. His eyes were terribly blood-red, and his canine teeth changed uncontrollably. His face became ferocious due to rage: "Voldemort!!!"

Voldemort didn't take it seriously, he picked up Regulus with one hand, pointed his yew wand at Sirius who was rushing towards him, and said softly, "Look, your useless brother is coming." A green light Shoot Sirius with the force of death.

Sirius burned all his sanity in his rage, and he did not evade. A bright red light burst out from the tip of the 12-inch holly wood wand, directly facing the green light. Strong or weak, the burst of magic even burned the surrounding grass into scorched earth.

Voldemort's non-protruding snake face rarely showed a surprised expression. Regulus was held in his arms, his head tilted on his shoulder without a sound.He said mockingly: "I really underestimated him. It's strange, does your brother care about you so much? Why didn't he treat you better when you were alive?"

After hearing this, Sirius' eyes were so red that they were about to bleed. He almost roared, yelling at the unreserved output of magic power: "Shut up! Put him down!!"

"What a pity..." Voldemort opened his eyes a little wider, and the wand glowed with green light amidst a smirk, "Who are you, worthy of fighting me?"

The geometrically multiplied green light swallowed the red light directly, and the domineering Curse of Death suppressed the power of the Disarming Curse (1). Just when the light was about to completely suppress the red light and swallow the wand and the caster, A pale golden light pushed Sirius out mercilessly, and the Killing Curse hit the soil directly.

Draco pushed Fletta into his mother's arms, his platinum blonde hair was a little messy, and the hawthorn wand was pointed directly at Voldemort. His face was deep and handsome, and his expressionless face showed no trace of fear or fear flustered.But in the darkness, his hand that wasn't holding the wand was so tightly clenched that veins popped out, the nails dug deep into the palm.

Voldemort pointed his wand at Draco's face, watched him for a few seconds with the bright light from the previous spell, and finally raised his hand to stop the Death Eaters who were about to go up and tear him to pieces.

Voldemort looked at Draco's masculine, handsome face, and said hoarsely: "Your grandfather Abraxas Malfoy was my first servant, and he was loyal to me since I was in school. In return for following me, I promised him three chances at life for his offspring."

"The first time, I forgave Lucius Malfoy for his betrayal. The second time, I spared you that day at the Ministry of Magic, and today is the third time. For the sake of your platinum blood, I have fulfilled my promise as a monarch to my subjects. Next time we meet, I will send you and your father to hell to meet your ancestors."

Draco's face changed a little bit. I don't know if he was regretting that he easily used up three opportunities, or he was surprised that the madman in front of him actually knew how to keep his promise.

Voldemort said no more, standing with his Death Eaters.He lowered his head to look at Regulus who was leaning on his shoulder docilely in his arms, with a shuddering smile on his face.This is really a weird picture, the ugly monster-like snake-faced man is holding a thin and beautiful young man in black in his arms. The intimacy is as one, and the contrast between beauty and ugliness is shocking.

"Rael, don't you want to say goodbye to your brother and nephew?" Voldemort's voice was hoarse like a bellows, "Oh, I forgot that you are dead and can't speak, right?"

"Give me back Regulus!!" Sirius exhausted his mana, and the strength he didn't know where forced him to stand up, took out his wand and was ready to shoot.However, the next moment Voldemort took his Death Eaters and turned into a black mist and left without giving him any chance.

Sirius' eyes were tearing apart, and for a moment, it was as if thousands of blades had been pierced through his chest. His face was pale, as if his soul had been sucked away. The feeling that the most important person was taken away in front of his eyes once again made his life worse than death. .After a long time, he suddenly covered his mouth and coughed violently, his voice was like a whimpering beast, and when he took his hand away, there was even some blood between his fingers.

He stumbled to his feet, grabbed Draco's hand and asked him almost growling: "What did Voldemort want Regulus for! Why did he make Regulus into a soul piece!!"

Facing his uncle's heartbreaking questioning, Draco remained silent and did not answer.He is not a god, he cannot know everything, no matter how far-sighted and meticulous his vision is, he still cannot answer Sirius, why the soul piece is forcibly stolen from the grave, which is obviously the safest place.

Why did Voldemort snatch the corpse?Draco lowered his eyes, looked at his uncle who was almost collapsed, and stretched out his hand to support him for the first time, as if passing some firm strength to him.

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It was a dark, haggard clearing, and all the Death Eaters had been dismissed except Peter Petillo and Bellatrix Lestrange.Although they didn't know what the master was going to do, they felt very proud of being the most trusted people selected.

There was a huge cauldron in the open space, which was moved here by Voldemort himself using magic. Some Death Eaters thought that the Dark Lord would cook them a big pot of rice or pour a bowl of potion by hand, and then he would be dead set on it, but the fact is that Proof that they are too imaginative.This crucible was made of refined iron, and it was more than ten times larger than those in ordinary potions laboratories. Adults needed to tiptoe to see the bottom, just like a huge water tank.

At this time, the pure green flame was burning under the "water tank", and a strange potion was boiling in the pot, and the potion inside was prepared by the Dark Lord himself.His talent for potions was astonishingly brilliant, and even Severus Snape would be amazed by the poison he made.So no one dared to touch the pot at this time, for fear that if they were not careful, they would be splashed by the boiling potion and lose their lives.

Voldemort came to the cauldron, sniffed the potion and felt very satisfied.He was holding Regulus Black's body horizontally, as if he was recalling something.His two servants didn't dare to make a sound, they stared at their master as he crouched down for fear of disturbing him.

As a result, after a while, Voldemort began to undress the corpse in a neat black suit, and took Regulus off naked in two or three strokes.

Bella: "..."

Peter: "..."

Their owner's taste is too curious!Even if there is no damage, it is a corpse!No, calm down, maybe... maybe the master wants to eat him?This idea is very reliable, otherwise, what is the owner doing with such a big hot pot?But eating corpses is also... Although they are indeed called Death Eaters, but, but TAT...

While others were thinking wildly, Voldemort took out a handful of putty and threw it into the cauldron. After watching them melt, he murmured: "The soil in front of the grave, the tears of the servants and the blood of the enemy..."

"Reculus, of course you are my enemy, aren't you?" He shot suddenly, drawing a deep bloodstain on Regulus's bare white arm.Regulus had clearly been dead for more than ten years, yet blood still flowed out from that wound. "It's a pity that you can't shed tears now."

He took out a bottle and handed it to his servant: "Bella, cry."

"Although I am a woman, I never shed tears! I have a heart of steel, master." Bellatrix said proudly, bowing down.

"..." Voldemort was a little impatient, and directly handed the bottle to Peter Petitrou, "Cry for me!"

Peter had no choice but to cry, the famous coward shed tears easily, carefully put the tears in the bottle and handed it back to him, and Voldemort poured it into the cauldron without looking at it.The next moment, the potion in the entire crucible began to change color, from a dark brown that was still clear to the bottom, and gradually turned into a vat of ink-like black liquid with evil spirits.

"So, there may be some pain in the future. Are you afraid of pain?" Voldemort gently brushed the broken hair on Regulus' forehead, and he closed his dark eyes, leaving slender eyelashes on his snow-white skin. Indigo shade.Voldemort smiled evilly, "Oh, of course you're not afraid."

As he said that, he also took off his own clothes, and amidst Bella and Peter's unbelievable astonishment, he took Regulus' body and jumped into the pot without hesitation.

… The unattainable seven make you fail, and the possibility of eternal life is ruined.

...It is an important turning point in fate to see the planned dead again.

"The unattainable seven", there is only one thing in Voldemort's life that is most related to seven, and that is the split of the soul.He firmly believed that this was a number representing eternal life, and the last soul piece was Regulus, a total of seven including his own soul, which couldn't be more perfect (2).

But in fact?He was seriously injured or even killed by Lily Potter, his diary and locket were easily destroyed, his own magic power was extremely unstable, he became emotionally violent and even lost his mind, and his whole person became inhuman and ghostless.This is definitely not the real effect of soul splitting to achieve eternal life, there must be something wrong.

That day, when he realized this while sitting in a high position, he checked his soul repeatedly, only to find that the soul in his body was terribly thin, and could hardly support the burden of magic power. Cut it in half and get out!The soul can only be cut by killing people, and Voldemort has killed countless people in his life. When the soul was cut to the end of the seventh hour, even he didn't know when another piece was split.To find that soul piece is to inspect all the places where I have killed people, it is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

So he came up with another way - soul fusion.Find one of the soul pieces, repair your broken soul, and return the split number to seven to achieve the most perfect effect.Voldemort was deeply distressed, which soul piece should he choose?

——Seeing the planned dead again is the most important turning point in fate.

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Bella heard the jaw-piercing sound of bone cracking coming from the cauldron, mixed with the sound of muscle breaking, it was like being in hell.She had heard this kind of sound before, she had strangled a mouse to death with her own hands in Azkaban, and the desperate and painful sound of flesh and blood melting into one used to make her feel happy, but now there was only fear.

Voldemort only felt that his whole body was constantly being torn and repaired, and the severe pain was unbearable even for him.Every inch of muscle is disintegrating, every bone is smashed, like being put into a meat grinder.

But he knows that this is the inevitable pain of rebirth, as unavoidable as the pain of giving birth.Even so, he almost lost consciousness, and his memory began to become chaotic and noisy.He saw himself abused by his father and beaten in an orphanage.Seeing Dumbledore come to pick him up, seeing himself being punished for the Chamber of Secrets incident, seeing his friend dying again and finally dying... When Voldemort thought he would always recall the pain in his life, suddenly his brain froze. Cool, it felt like an ice knife cut through the chaotic mind, and a brand new picture appeared.

So... supposed to be, a Christmas family dinner?Voldemort didn't know because he had never been to such a party, but there were ridiculous Santa toys flying around, and outside there was a huge Christmas tree full of presents.

A delicate and delicate boy with black hair and black eyes was sitting on a chair, not feeling depressed about the rich food in front of him, he raised his voice a little: "Mom, where is my brother?"

A female voice replied: "Your brother is in Gryffindor and has been kicked out of the house and will never return."

The little boy froze for a moment, and sat there motionless. Suddenly he stood up from his seat and rushed out of the house.

"Stop him!"

But the boy was too young, and the crowd couldn't catch him for a moment.He tried his best to run out, not knowing where he was going, but kept rushing forward.But he ran out of breath in a short while, and was forcibly grabbed by the adults who arrived immediately and took him home.The little boy's black eyes were full of mist, and his delicate little face turned red because of the strenuous exercise: "Let go of me! I'm going to find him, I'm going to tell him to go home!" Suddenly he burst into tears , "He won't want me...he won't want me..."

"No one needs you, Rael, because you are the forgotten one."

You are the forgotten one...

enough!Voldemort suddenly opened his eyes, and the blood-red and terrifying eyes turned into jet-black pupils again, still awe-inspiring in the dark environment.

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Bellatrix saw that the water stopped churning, and suddenly fell silent. However, the next second, a pair of snow-white but strong hands rose from the water, clambered on the edge of the cauldron, and tried hard to lift her body. Stay out.

Peter cowardly let out a shuddering cry and was about to draw out his wand, but Bella stopped him forcefully.She stared at the cauldron, wondering who it was.

The owner of those hands lost strength due to the previous severe pain, and then the slender and beautiful knuckles turned slightly white due to the force, and a black-haired man stood out of the water naked.

The man's skin was as white and delicate as snow that had just fallen on the window sills, but the muscles all over his body were very beautiful and solid, and his whole body was like a sharp knife wrapped in silk and satin.He has night-black hair, which contrasts shockingly with his pale skin, and the black potion flows away like gullies on his body. He flicks his hair, trying to dry his wet body, but It looks more attractive with watery light.

The man stepped out of the cauldron, his dark eyes looked at the sackcloth-like clothes on the ground, showing a disgusted expression, he frowned, and said in a low voice like the fourth string of a cello: "What happened to my previous taste... How can you tolerate wearing a curtain on your body?" Then he wanted to pick up Regulus's clothes, but found that they were a bit too small.

He was not in a hurry, calmly and gracefully took out the yew wood wand and stroked the clothes on the ground lightly, the fabrics began to tear and joined together around his perfectly proportioned figure into a well-tailored black dress .He carefully buttoned the cuff buttons, only to find that there was a deep bloodstain on his wrist, which should have been made during the blood taking ceremony just now.He hadn't experienced that kind of sharp pain from the body for many years, and now that he felt it sensitively, he was even a little surprised. It seemed that the soul fusion was very successful.

He cast a healing spell to restore his wrist, rearranged his clothes, and loosened his neckline.After finishing all this, the man paused for a moment, and he smiled with a helpless voice: "Bella?"

Bellatrix pointed her wand at him almost tremblingly: "Who the hell are you! Where is my master?"

The man was not afraid of her, and the yew wand seemed like a decoration between his long fingers, but his unconscious grip was mortal.He turned to his servant and said, "What do you think?"

Bellatrix couldn't describe the shock of this glance, she had never seen such a good-looking person.He is only about 20 years old, and his young and beautiful face is as blessed by the gods. Every outline is perfect and even has a hint of beauty.His black hair was as mysterious as a dark night, and his eyes were as deep as a black lake, but he had the aura of a king, like a born leader.Seeing the faint smile on his lips, Bellatrix trembled all over, and suddenly knelt down at his feet, almost trembling and whimpering, "Master!"

The Dark Lord looked down at her. When she first met Bellatrix, she was just a newly married girl. Her black eyes carried the stubbornness and stubbornness common in the blood of the Black family.But now, the beauty back then is as withered as a withered flower. For some reason, he, who has always regarded human life as worthless, softened his heart when he saw this blood relative of the Black family. This was almost unprecedented, but in his own Before he could react, Bellatrix was gently helped up from the ground.

Peter Petitlou didn't know why Bella suddenly knelt down and called him master, but he was also shocked by this man's face.Different from Bellatrix, he has seen the Dark Lord before, and although he looks a little like him now, he is not exactly the same, he looks like another person...

"Lord, master... Where is Regulus Black?" Peter asked tremblingly.

The Dark Lord originated from the pure black eyes of Regulus: "He no longer exists."

No, it doesn't exist anymore?Peter trembled all over.The demon king in front of him has been reborn, so perfect that it makes people sigh.Without the crazy bloodthirsty before, there is a lot less cold breath, but for some reason, it feels even more terrifying, as if there is a deadly breath at any time.

"So... who are you?"

"Me?" The black-haired, black-eyed man smiled slightly mockingly, his smile had the power of a sunken soul, "I'm Tom Riddle."

The author has something to say: Regulus is resurrected! !

be happy!

Yeah yeah yeah yeah!

(1)

In the fourth Goblet of Fire, I was very puzzled

Harry is very strong and has the soul of his parents as a cheat...

But how can a mere disarming curse be able to tug of war with Avada Kedavra...

Avada Kedavra as the Three Unforgivable Spells

It's too soft...

(2)

why did riddle go so crazy

Actually, he only wants to share seven soul pieces

In the end, I went to kill Harry Potter, and accidentally split another one, and ended up taking myself, which turned into eight soul pieces...

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If it goes according to the original plan, maybe it can really live forever

The setting is the soul of Voldemort and the body of Regulus. After mixing, it is somewhat neutralized and changed its appearance. Riddle was originally a 1.8-meter-eight horse-runner, handsome, handsome and domineering. If the two are neutralized, it will be 175 meters five, the most Draco 1.8+ this year

Little Fletta survived 163

So the elite monsters, uh no, the Lich King is coming! !

The boss has obtained [sound body, developed mind, full of charm] buff magic resistance +100

Intelligence +200

Attack +50

Charm +500

Players quickly team up to spawn monsters!

This dungeon is too difficult, and the number of people in the team is not limited.

Tip: props can be obtained

【Sword of Gryffindor】

[Slytherin's locket]

[Ravenclaw's Diadem]

【Hufflepuff's Gold Cup】

To a certain extent, use can avoid hatred OT,

If you bring a god-level pet [Silver Dragon], the difficulty of boss battles will decrease by 20% If you bring a normal pet [Black Dog], the difficulty of boss battles will decrease by 30% If you reply to the author's [comment], the difficulty of boss battles will decrease by 50% Good luck, players~