After a moment of silence, Lucius Malfoy walked out. His trembling voice came from under the mask.
"Master, the omnipotent Master, we are eager to know. We beg you to tell us how you completed this miracle and returned to us …" he said respectfully, glancing at the Vampire named Durand beside him.
Lord Voldemort, you just mentioned the help of the Vampires, and all the Death Eaters are curious about this.
What role did the Vampires play in this, and what was the agreement between them and Lord Voldemort?!
In addition, everyone wanted to know who the Death Eater who had been hiding in the Hogwarts and helped Lord Voldemort to successfully resurrect was.
Unsurprisingly, he would be the most trusted and relied on person by Lord Voldemort, and the one they needed to curry favor with.
Their past experience told them that it was unrealistic to curry favor with Lord Voldemort directly. There was still hope to start with those who were valued by him.
There were many Death Eaters like Lucius Malfoy who had their own schemes.
"It's a long story, Lucius!" Lord Voldemort said, showing a cruel smile, "The beginning and the end of this story are related to this little friend of mine."
He walked lazily to Harry's side, and the eyes of the whole circle fell on the two of them.
The serpent continued to wander around, as if it wanted to eat Elvin first.
Observing closely, Elwyn could now clearly see Lord Voldemort's current appearance.
His skin was even paler than a skeleton's, but it wasn't smooth. Instead, it was extremely rough, like a snake covered in white scales. Especially on his hairless head, the color of his skin was dark red, and there were disgusting and complicated patterns on it.
The most eye-catching and terrifying part of the flat snake face was the pair of eyes.
Lord Voldemort's eyes flashed with a blood-red light, which reminded Elwyn of the raven's eyes he saw in the mermaid statue not long ago.
There was no emotion in his empty eyes. There was only bloodthirst, madness, and cruelty.
His pupils were two slits, just like a cat's eyes. It was very uncomfortable to be stared at like that.
And that flat nose, it was just two thin slits, as if it didn't exist …
Elwyn was a little confused. Did Lord Voldemort become like this because he used black magic to transform himself?
Or was it the aftereffect of the resurrection spell? Or was it a combination of both?
"Of course you know. They say that this boy is my nemesis, right?" Lord Voldemort said softly. His red eyes stared at Harry. Harry's scar burned with pain, making him almost scream. "You all know that on the night I lost my magic and physical body, I wanted to kill him. His mother's death in saving him has unwittingly given him some protection, which I confess I did not expect. I cannot touch the boy. "
Voldemort stretched out a slender, pale finger. When the cold fingertip touched his skin, he felt as if his head was about to explode.
Lord Voldemort chuckled in his ear, moved his finger away, and continued to speak to the Death Eaters.
"My friends, I admit that I miscalculated. My spell was blocked by that woman's foolish sacrifice and rebounded back to myself. " Lord Voldemort smacked his lips and closed his eyes. "Ah, that pain is more than anything, nothing can resist it. I have been stripped of my physical body, I am worse than a ghost, worse than the lowliest wandering soul … "
"That's right, I'm still alive. But as for what I am, even now, I don't know …" Voldemort opened those terrifying eyes again. "I'm someone who has walked further on the path of immortality than anyone else. You all know my goal, to conquer death. Now that I have been tested, it seems that at least one or two of my experiments worked, because I did not die, even though the spell was fatal. However, I was as helpless as the weakest creature. I could not help myself, I had no physical body, and every spell that could help me required the use of a magic wand … "
"I remember the days and nights that I could not sleep, I just repeatedly forced myself to live, second by second. I hid in a distant forest, waiting for my loyal Death Eaters to find a way to find me." Lord Voldemort said, looking around. "I once believed that there would be someone who would use the magic that I could not cast and return me a physical body, but I waited for nothing. I waited there for thirteen years for nothing …"
The circle of Death Eaters shivered again. Lord Voldemort let the horror level rise in silence.
"I only had one spell left at that time, I could attach to other people. But I did not dare to go to crowded places, because I knew that Auror was still looking for me everywhere. They knew that I was in that forest, and Dumbledore had not given up on completely destroying me! "Lord Voldemort said slowly." I sometimes attached to animals, and of course, snakes were my favorite. But it was not much better than being a pure ghost, because their bodies were not suitable for magic, and my possession shortened their lifespan, they did not live for long … "
"Then, four years ago, there seemed to be hope for my resurrection. A young, stupid, gullible wizard walked into the forest where I stayed, and I happened to bump into him. Oh, that seemed to be my dream opportunity, because he was a teacher in Dumbledore's school! "Lord Voldemort said.
Elwyn and Harry both knew that he was referring to Quirrell, Harry's first-year Defense Against Black Magic professor.
"He was easily manipulated by me, and he brought me back to this country. Later, I attached to him, watched him closely, and guided him to carry out my orders. But my plan failed. I did not steal the Philosopher's Stone, and I could not guarantee immortality. I was thwarted, and I was thwarted by Harry Potter again! "
There was another moment of silence, not a trace of movement, even the leaves were still.
The Death Eaters were motionless, and the shining eyes on their masks stared at Lord Voldemort, and then at Harry.
"That servant died after I left his body, and I became as weak as before." Lord Voldemort continued, "I returned to that faraway hiding place. I don't want to boast to you that I was not worried that I would never recover my magic power. Yes, that was probably my darkest time, and I did not want another wizard to come to me, and I no longer imagined that any Death Eaters would care about my condition! "
One or two wizards in the circle moved uneasily, but Lord Voldemort ignored them.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
