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Chapter 175 If He Crosses HP

Surrounded by thick liquid.They seemed to be boiled, and they kept making a bubbling sound of "gudong gudong".

He tried to move, and found himself hugged into a ball in the water, curled up like a baby.And this body is as fragile as a newborn baby.Wu Yi found it very interesting. This time, he was not affected by the original body. Could it be that this is just a shell without a soul?

Soon, a familiar conversation sounded in his ear, which made him realize instantly—it turned out to be the Dark Lord.No wonder the fusion went so smoothly this time, because this guy's soul was divided into seven pieces by himself, how could it affect a complete soul again.

Curving the corners of his lips with great interest, Wu Yi closed his eyes and finally found that little piece of soul in a corner of his body.This piece of soul is already extremely weak, and even the consciousness is closer to instinct.Seemingly aware of its impending fate, it began to flee quickly.Wu Yi smiled, grabbed it in his hand without any effort, and then crushed it!Devour! ...Well, there really is no memory in it, and even the spells are mostly black magic.

"Father's bones, donated unintentionally—can make your son regenerate!"

"Your servant's...meat...voluntarily...donated, donated, can make...your master...regenerated."

"Your enemy's...blood, forced...to sacrifice, can make your enemy...resurrect!"

After a long wait, a figure slowly sat up from the huge cauldron.

Harry was tied to a tombstone with the name "Tom Riddle" engraved on it, and watched in horror as the man stepped out of the cauldron and stood naked in the moonlight.However, under the slightly pale skin, it was not the monster snake face he had seen before.Harry, who kept praying for the thing to drown, was stunned. He stared at the reborn youth with a hint of doubt in his eyes.The scar, which was still in severe pain just now, stopped suddenly, and Harry took a breath.

Wu Yi moved his hands and feet. Although the process was disgusting, the body produced by the fusion of his soul and a small piece of soul was very suitable.This is of course the reason why his soul occupies the vast majority.Although he was naked, the man bathed in the moonlight did not appear flustered at all.The muscles and bones full of lines, and the handsome face like a godsend made this man stand there like a god's mansion.

Wu Yi smiled lightly and said, "Clothes."

Wormtail hurriedly handed over the prepared black robe, bowed his head deeply, and wept, "Master..."

Glancing at Cedric's body that fell on the ground, Wu Yi, no, the reborn Dark Lord ignored his crying servant, but turned his gaze to the rustling grass.At some point, a huge snake swam out and hissed around Harry.

Wormtail's blood flowed all over the floor, but Voldemort walked past him with a grim expression on his face.Harry tensed up, watching the man approaching him warily.The big snake swam over fawningly, hissing.Suddenly, Harry's eyes widened.

Because Voldemort grabbed the big snake unexpectedly, his palms were like iron tongs, no matter how the big snake struggled, he couldn't get rid of it.There was a chilling bone-crushing sound, and the big snake's body dropped down, leaving only its tail twitching reflexively.

[Nagini. ] There was a strange hissing sound from the man's mouth, but the big snake couldn't respond.It didn't understand until it died, why did the owner want it to die?

Harry watched in shock as the man killed what appeared to be his pet snake with little effort, not even magic.Then, this man came towards him... Instinctively, his body began to tremble faintly, because Voldemort raised his hand without saying anything.

invalid!His protective spell had no effect on this man!Harry discovered this fact with horror. Could it be that this person is not Voldemort?

The man's hand easily covered the boy's forehead, and he raised his bangs to reveal the hidden lightning-shaped scar.An indescribable pain suddenly invaded Harry's mind, and he almost passed out at that moment!But soon, the pain disappeared strangely, and Harry suddenly had a feeling... It seemed that his forehead was smooth now.

"who are you?"

Involuntarily, he asked this sentence.

"Tom Riddle,"

Unexpectedly, the man actually answered him, "The same name as on the tombstone behind you."

His words were cold, and there was even a hint of sarcasm in his eyes. "The man who gave Voldemort his life and his name ended up abandoning him...a Muggle."

In reality, of course, the poor man had just been tricked by a love potion into thinking he was in love with an ordinary-looking witch.

Wu Yi stroked his forehead. Sure enough, he was too eager to absorb two soul tablets at once?The logic of what he said just now, as well as the contempt and resentment contained in it, are clearly the original Voldemort.However, this is enough for him to cope with the next thing.

Instead of killing the Savior right away, the reborn Dark Lord turned back to his servant.Wormtail had more and more blood, and his breath gradually weakened. "Master... Please have mercy on your servant..."

Weeping, he knelt down and kissed his robes.

Voldemort smiled queerly, and he motioned for him to hold out his hand.The bloody severed arm was stretched out, but Voldemort shook his head, and suddenly bent down and rolled up the sleeve of the other arm!Pale fingers pressed bright red tattoos!

"Owner!"

Wormtail screamed!That mark turned into a pitch black color in an instant, the Dark Mark!At the same time, a good arm started to grow like this, and even Wormtail himself couldn't tell the real from the fake!

"This is... Master!"

The short and wretched man yelled in surprise, and wanted to pounce on the robe on the ground again.Voldemort moved away in disgust.After a while, he showed a cruel smile, "My servant, if you really want to repay me, go to Hogwarts and be with your 'little friends'."

"But the master..."

Wormtail hesitated, and said with fear, "That place..."

Before he finished speaking, he knelt on the ground and shivered.

Voldemort glanced at him, and Harry noticed that there was a strange gleam in his black eyes, as cold as a knife blade.He smiled slowly, full of the majesty and indifference of a superior, "You won't be discovered... You came back to me not out of loyalty, but out of fear of your old friend, Wormtail, avoidance is necessary paid for it."

"Yes Yes."

Wormtail seemed too frightened to know how to answer, but kept answering.

"Look at me, my poor servant,"

Voldemort said impatiently, "I need you to collect enough information and use your group of 'kids', understand!"

"Yes... yes, master."

"Now, go away."

As if unwilling to say another word, Voldemort looked away.His chilly gaze rested on Harry, successfully sending him shivering.

Although he knew that the protective spell had expired through the touch just now, but he directly killed the savior... After all, there is still a bit of Voldemort's soul in this body, so the safest way is...

The man in the black robe turned around, and suddenly there were a lot of rustling cloaks in the air.Masked wizards apparated in shadowy places and gathered.Voldemort stood there silently.

The wizards approached cautiously, as if they couldn't believe what they saw.Suddenly a wizard fell to his knees, climbed up in front of him, picked up the edge of his dusty black robe and kissed him. "Master...Master..."

he murmured.

More and more people knelt down, crawled forward in the most humble position, and kissed his robe.Voldemort didn't move, he looked at them with cold eyes, and suddenly smiled.

"I think some of you must be very disappointed."

"Owner!"

Someone knelt down again in fear.If you are too lazy to ask one by one like the original Voldemort, you will not get true loyalty.Wu Yi kept a cold smile and said, "Lucius."

A cloaked wizard in the crowd trembled and stood up.

"Take off your mask."

"Owner."

Platinum blonde hair flowed out, and the man with the surname "Malfoy" was still young and handsome.He is full of magic power and in the prime of life.

Voldemort studied him for a moment, long enough to make the man in front of him secretly uneasy.Then he gave an order - "Take your wand, Lucius. Then, kill this messiah."

"...Yes, Master."

Trembling violently in his heart, Lucius raised his wand calmly.From now on, the Malfoy family has no way out.The Ministry of Magic or Dumbledore, no one can forgive the man who killed the Savior.The glory and inheritance of the Malfoy family can only be placed on one person.

The hand holding the wand was tightened, and Lucius Malfoy uttered the incantation coldly, "Avada—"

The Portkey that fell aside trembled violently.Voldemort looked calmly at the old man who had hurriedly arrived and his pale face, "You are late, Dumbledore."

The boy named Harry Potter opened his eyes wide, and the green pupils had lost all vitality...

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The wizarding world has waged an unprecedented war.If you know the plot in advance, it will be easy to get the remaining Horcruxes.Voldemort played with the ring and pendant in his hand, and beside him lay Hufflepuff's gold cup and Ravenclaw's crown.The crown stems from Wormtail's efforts to steal it.With Voldemort's spell, no one can detect him.The smoothness of the matter has exceeded Wu Yi's expectations.Whether it is true or false, the Death Eaters once again succumbed to the power of the Dark Mark and the Dark Lord, the Azkaban rebellion, and the existence of dementors made the usually lively streets deserted.

The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic and the members of the Order of the Phoenix, not to mention the various frictions within them, even if these two forces are combined together, it is not a problem for Voldemort to worry about now.Although the ancient nobles were thin in population, some magic items and secret methods handed down from their ancestors were enough for them to resist for a long time.

What made Dumbledore even more troublesome was the sudden increase in IQ of Minister of Magic Fudge.A series of weird and difficult decrees were issued one after another. On the surface, they were fighting for the rights and interests of wizards, but they restricted his hands and feet to a large extent.Then there is public opinion. An article appeared on the Daily Prophet that insinuated that the existence of members of the Order of the Phoenix was unnecessary-"In this battle where everyone is at risk, what we need are soldiers who can protect the people, not some A personal fan."

Fudge made full use of the mouthpiece of the wizarding world. After consciously setting up a few Auror idols, the enthusiasm of the people reached a new height.The image of the Minister of Magic, who seemed a bit vulgar and stupid before, suddenly grew taller, becoming the embodiment of "wisdom and wisdom".Of course, all this is the result of someone's push, and the Imperius Curse and Polyjuice Potion are actually very useful.In the midst of a panic-stricken war, people need some kind of belief and pillar of stability, and of course it can't be Dumbledore.

The war quickly showed a one-sided trend. The Aurors were not afraid of death, but they were defeated by the evil Dark Lord in the end. The Minister of Magic, Fudge, set an example and went to the forefront of the battle in person, unfortunately died in battle.All wizards will forever remember the day when Minister for Magic Fudge, despite his defeat, won people's respect for his courage and justice.His decrees were never questioned again.

After the Death Eaters occupied the Ministry of Magic, Hogwarts was forced to close, and all forces were reshuffled. The nobles got the benefits and power they wanted, so more spectators joined in.There is a saying among the nobles, "The original 'Dark Lord' has returned."

Yes, the reborn Dark Lord was the same as when he first appeared in front of their eyes. He was elegant, knowledgeable, and powerful, even more majestic and mysterious than the proud young man back then.Countless people prostrated themselves at his feet, kissing his robe.The only thing that puzzled them was that the current Dark Lord never mentioned the matter of attacking the Muggle world.However, this matter was immediately forgotten by the nobles. "Maintaining pure blood" was just a slogan. Could it be that someone would disobey Voldemort's order for the sake of a few dirty Muggle lands?For Muggles, they always disdain them, as if as long as their shoes get a little bit of dirt there, it will stain their whole being.From the beginning to the end, all they wanted was this colorful "Magic World". At this time, someone finally remembered the "Savior". Disappointment, even anger at being cheated!Countless letters flew into Dumbledore's room like pieces of paper, and they were all asking one question - where is the "Savior"?Did they give him countless honors and expectations, just to make him hide and tremble like this?

However, these inquiries were like sinking into the sea.Dumbledore could not answer, the savior was like the last hope, his death would obviously collapse the chaotic situation!Moreover, even if that boy is resurrected, what can he do now?Voldemort was very different, and Dumbledore could no longer read his mind and see through his thoughts as before.Such a difficult situation made this old man who lived over a hundred years old also smile wryly.This time without Voldemort's hands, various speculations and slanders appeared in the newspapers. Some even rumored that Voldemort was not killed by the "savior" at all, but that he just disappeared temporarily in search of a magical black magic.Some people even accused the Order of the Phoenix of being just Dumbledore's private army, weak and incompetent in the battle against the Dark Lord... The Aurors died heroically, but the members of the Order of the Phoenix were not harmed-of course, this was Voldemort's special order.As long as you use some small tricks, you can deceive the eyes of the masses.More things have been revealed, such as Dumbledore's dark magic research in his youth, and his friendship with the previous Dark Lord... More and more people are shaken, and people selectively forget that this old man once For the contribution and selfless protection of the wizarding world, the current "greatest white wizard" is the dead Fudge, not Dumbledore.

In this war, the Order of the Phoenix has completely lost.Without giving them time to struggle, Voldemort destroyed the base of the Order of the Phoenix overnight, further affirming people's speculation that the "Order of the Phoenix" is actually vulnerable.At this point, the defeat across the board began, the war came to an end, and Voldemort undoubtedly gained the right to speak in the entire wizarding world. The "mysterious man" has become the past, and everyone has to call him - MyLord.

Then, one afternoon when everything had calmed down, Voldemort received an invitation to tea.The white-haired old man sat on a large chair, his face seemed to be much older than before, a pair of thin hands were exposed under the wide sleeves.This was the second meeting between the two since their rebirth, and unexpectedly there was no smell of blood.The warm sunlight came in through the window, Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, and there was a hint of daze in his always smiling eyes.Voldemort was sitting across from him, and the scene was very similar to what he remembered.At that time Voldemort asked to stay and teach at the school, and Dumbledore refused him without hesitation.I have to say, a very wise decision.Dumbledore can always see through the surface and discover things buried in the depths, and he is very keen.It's as if everyone saw the young man's beauty and intelligence, but Dumbledore saw his ambition and tyranny.

"Would you like a cookie?"

It was a very familiar opening remark, but the person who said it was even older, with a trace of fatigue hidden in his blue eyes.

Voldemort didn't speak, he was silent, but he didn't refuse the snack offered by the old man.Dumbledore took a careful look at him, and the startling red light in the boy's eyes had disappeared, leaving only a kind of quiet black, flowing quietly like a river at night.

The old man suddenly smiled, calmly. "Tom, can you tell me what you've been through all these years?"

Just like an ordinary professor who cares about his students, he asked.

Voldemort's experience?The actual person in charge of the entire wizarding world thought about it, and began to talk about it from a night more than ten years ago.He recalled every detail and told it faithfully, even some embarrassing and humiliating details were not omitted.His expression remained calm, as if he wasn't the one who had to cling to the animals in the forest.

"Looks like you're not doing well,"

The old man nodded, his long white beard moved, but there was not much emotion in his eyes.It had been his look ever since the Potters' names had been mentioned lightly.Then Dumbledore sighed, "Tom, you've changed, you've become more terrifying than ever."

Voldemort clasped his hands, begging him to continue.

"If you were too conceited in the past, you would show your flaws, but now you can't see it...Tom, I didn't expect you to suddenly wake up."

Voldemort, who has lost part of his soul, should have gone further and further in tyranny and restlessness. Such a person will never succeed.No one, not even his subordinates, would ever submit to a lunatic.The old man said worriedly, "That's why I'm more worried. If I fail, who else can stop you?"

"You have failed."

Voldemort reminded him coldly.Dumbledore smiled and continued, "It's just what I thought...otherwise I wouldn't just be sitting here."

Voldemort gave a contemptuous smile.

Dumbledore looked at this familiar expression, which was the expression that often appeared on Tom Riddle's face.He disdains everything around him, has no love in his heart, and only knows how to destroy and conquer.He is smart but conceited, elegant but hypocritical, as a leader, he lacks a mind, and as a pioneer, he lacks a strategy.He has no friends, family, and never puts those things in his eyes - Voldemort was such an existence in the past, so even though he has powerful magic power and many followers, Dumbledore is never afraid of him.But what appeared before him now was a dark lord with all his magic powers back and deep sanity.The old man sighed again, but his eyes shone slightly.

The war was over, but the Muggle purge he had expected hadn't come.That is to say, has Voldemort's mind changed?The atmosphere in the wizarding world is still dull and cautious, but the chaotic situation has been reduced a lot, and there is not even much turmoil.After some nobles occupied the Ministry of Magic, although it was inevitable to use their power in their hands for the growth of their families, it was not too much.Come to think of it, there is only one person who can restrain them.After ignoring the above-mentioned situation, you will find that the originally inefficient Ministry of Magic has regained some vitality. The nobles have their own set of rules of conduct, and they cannot tolerate dishonorable stupidity.Although little wizards born in mixed-race and Muggle families are still discriminated against, Dumbledore is relieved that the scene is much better than expected.This old man who has been slandered and misunderstood by many reports is still really worried about them.

"Tom, you've changed your mind, haven't you?"

Dumbledore asked.

"I've made mistakes,"

Voldemort looked pointedly at the ring on his hand, the gemstones on it gleamed, "But I corrected it. Same..."

He smiled casually, "I can also see a different future. Dumbledore, in your eyes, what do Muggles look like?"

"Weak, poor people in need of protection."

There was a smile in his eyes, Dumbledore said slyly, and Voldemort's answer made his expression a little more relaxed, "Of course, this is just an internal view of the wizard."

The Dark Lord raised an eyebrow.

"In fact, their strength has exceeded the imagination of wizards."

Dumbledore said solemnly, "The fighting power of a single Muggle is indeed weak, but once a war is provoked... the result will be devastating."

That's why he tried his best to stop the original Voldemort. His actions not only hurt many innocent people, but also brought the entire wizarding world to an end.

Voldemort watched him for a moment, then stood up suddenly.

"Are you going?"

Dumbledore looked at him calmly, "I thought you had another purpose."

The Elder Wand lay quietly in his robes.

Once again showing that familiar contemptuous smile, Voldemort shook his head, "There's no need for that... Besides, won't you stop me?"

This time it was Dumbledore's turn to shake his head, his clear blue eyes sparkling with wisdom.A Death Eater once said to the Dark Lord that under the gaze of these eyes, there will always be a feeling of being completely seen through.

Dumbledore smiled faintly, and leaned lazily on the back of the chair, like an ordinary old man, "The war is over...I'm old too."

He closed his eyes slightly.

Voldemort stared at him for a moment, then turned to leave.Behind him, the door was closed heavily, and countless magic barriers were activated. This old man would never be able to step out of this room for the rest of his life.

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Records of Magic History: In the first year of the new calendar, the reborn king finally stood at the top of power.The great wizard Voldemort, who has experienced countless wars and was even slandered as the Dark Lord by his enemies, defeated the conservative leader Cornelius Fudge and led his followers to save the future of the wizarding world.However, to the pity of countless people, this mysterious king is not greedy for power. He tirelessly pursued a higher level of magic, and left without saying goodbye. He has not been found yet.