The rest of Crabbe, or rather, another Voldemort, is still in the process of being transformed.

Is it a trophy? But the kind that has to keep fighting?

Alan is not easy to stimulate at will, in case of an explosion, it is not a joke, especially since Dumbledore has just come, and it is too much to welcome him as a student with a gift.

Of course, it was necessary to block off the space or something - the wand that Alan raised stopped in mid-air, because he didn't feel anyone at all, and he was constantly changing that thing at the moment, it was a fake fool...

Alan wanted to roll his eyes at his headmaster at the moment, but he still forcibly held back.

He said, Voldemort or something, no matter how you look at it, it is not an existence that is easy to send couriers, how can it be possible to leave behind the soul fragments that he had desperately protected before escaping?

Soul fragments are not leeks, just like cutting a wave and rising a wave, this kind of precious existence, even if it is activated and risky or something, it is estimated that Voldemort himself will not throw it down.

Forget it - it's time to watch Tom's classmate dog-eat-dog, although it can't be broadcast live or anything, but Alan is quite sure that the fight is going on.

Thinking of this, Alan looked at Dumbledore, who was looking at the whole venue with a surprised expression: "Good evening, Headmaster, it's a pleasure to see you." “

——

On the other side, in the middle of a jungle.

Voldemort's bloodless face was full of unwillingness, but he was unwilling to return, but the wand in his hand did not stop at all, countless ancient magic words were carved out of thin air, and then imprinted on Crabbe's body, so that Crabbe, who had begun to transform, quickly returned to his original appearance in the scream, Voldemort did not plan to make his own puppet or anything when his strength was not stable - this question was not what he was thinking about, and that piece of soul probably had the same intention.

After dealing with all this, Voldemort leaned against a tree, and sat down limply—the injuries caused by Dumbledore's attack were not yet healed, and he used all his strength to fight the little wizard who threw himself into the net, so that his strength at the moment was almost reduced to the extreme, and he couldn't even maintain a dignified state in front of others.

Thankfully, there is no need to maintain majesty for the remaining newcomers - Death Eaters with their own consciousness are at risk of rebellion, but the Imperius Curse will not.

A foul-smelling potion was opened, but Voldemort's face did not change in the slightest, and he swallowed the potion as if he were drinking water.

"Who the hell is that little wizard?What is his relationship with Dumbledore?Where has Dumbledore made arrangements all these years?Is little Barty a complete lie to come to me?What about Wormtail's damn mouse?Did he betray me too?"

Countless problems arose, but they were not solved at all—those who were suspected were dead, and Dumbledore's threat was imminent.

This made Voldemort lose confidence in his next actions for the first time, and the successive blows were too big, and the disadvantages of his leaving the wizarding world for too long suddenly burst out at this moment, his body was on the verge of collapse, and he lost his loyal servant who didn't know if he was loyal or not, and Dumbledore in the outside world didn't know where he would not be able to catch the net or something like that, and Dumbledore got a powerful helper again...

"Sure enough, Dumbledore said he didn't want to, but tried those forbidden powers—" Voldemort gasped and poured himself another potion.

"Ted, go get the book!"

After reconsideration, Voldemort shouted in a cold voice - even if there were no sentient beings, he still maintained his usual inviolability.

For now, the only thing left is to use the contents of that book, and if a definite and feasible way is found, a completely controlled self is much more useful than any wizard, and with the help of another controlled self, the recovery from injuries will not be as difficult as it is now.

"Master—your injuries?"

"Shut up, bring the book, before I punish you!"

The order was well executed, and the dark books, which seemed to bring misfortune at a glance, were removed from the bag, and then held up by Ted's hands and respectfully placed in front of him.

The hand commanded, and the book began to turn rapidly page by page, as if there was an invisible hand constantly flipping through it.

After half a ring, Voldemort finally looked up from the top of the book, and stood up with a little languishing - he didn't have time to wait now, although it was better to look now than to tempt Quirrell to steal the Philosopher's Stone, not to have only a soul left like last time, but Dumbledore's targeting was too lax at that time compared to now.

"Idiot, get the materials ready - there's still a lot more we have to do!"

——

Dawn.

Ted and Voldemort who had been busy all night.

A large piece of open space had been sorted out, and all kinds of extremely precious potions had been ground into powder, and then stirred into a paste by the potions, which was patiently brushed on the ground by Ted.

It's temporary—to be exact, something like a magic array that normal wizards hardly ever teach, and compared to the simple and easy-to-use short-spell magic, the time-consuming magic that generally works on buildings is terrifying in the wizarding world's low status.

As for Crabbe, he was bound by ancient magic texts, and then the whole person was placed in the center of this magic array.

Although Voldemort himself had a considerable distrust of this magic, and even planned to start experimenting with the lives of Muggles, it was clear that there was not that much time for him now - Voldemort even suspected that he had been calculated by Dumbledore when he went to the shop, otherwise why would his most elite Death Eaters be wiped out by that young man?

"Don't be so stupid! Idiot, what you should do is stay out there!"

It's getting dark—and it's the best time in the book.

Even Voldemort himself wasn't sure if he should have done the experiment without warning.

The wand lit up to the ground, and the paste made of potions and expensive herbs was lit up almost instantly, emitting a green glow, and quickly burning the entire circle, forming a magic circle that was scorched by green flames.

。。。

Everything went smoothly, and after a series of spells, it was only left to subdue himself who had woken up and successfully released the Imperius Curse to take control.

Voldemort's face was filled with joy - his wand was waving, and he even had the intention of forgetting about the other party in order to better control it.

However, just as he was about to make a move, a wand caught the back of his heart, and with a sharp pain, Voldemort suddenly felt his soul start to shake - damn it, that guy was a traitor too!