Almost without any hesitation, a green aura bounced out of Voldemort's body - wandless spellcasting, although the highest level of magic, was not too difficult for a top wizard like Voldemort.

However, the magic that should normally push everything nearby away was firmly stuck, an open book was pushed in front, the pages were windless and automatic, and the originally written words began to writhe wildly, turning into a ball of ink, and then strange symbols were derived from the ink ball, constantly flying out of the book, firmly blocking the magic that tried to repel the sneak attacker.

A pure black soul flew out of the book, and then rushed directly to Voldemort, who lost control of his body for a short time due to the sneak attack - even if he was physically injured, even if the resurrected body had all kinds of hidden dangers due to rituals, Voldemort was still a wizard standing at the top, and his body was not too attractive to the dark wizard.

Of course, this attraction is not the male monster's obsessive pursuit of a certain monk in the Tang Dynasty, nor the crazy pursuit of the banshee, but the real desire to make this body his own.

Voldemort in the diary used the same soul as Voldemort in the future, but he was resurrected as a teenager - of course, Voldemort's memory of the diary was the reason for being a teenager, but the bigger reason was that the young Ginny was not enough for Voldemort to gain all his strength even as a sacrifice, only enough to maintain his resurrection to the top level of strength among graduates when he was young.

And now that they were able to restore their full strength, the Crouch family's savings were almost nothing at the expense of that pot of soup alone - even Barty Jr. had to give up buying potions and go to Professor Snape's office to steal them at the risk of being exposed.

Not to mention, there's the addition of Harry's blood - a foolish act, but it's obviously precious as a raw material (of course, considering the blood from Harry's nose that was cut out by Malfoy, this is up for measure).

Such a body is simply a better body container for the soul in the Horcrux - anyway, the dark wizard is not taboo, and it is good to use it to change after occupying it.

As for the fact that the other party is the Dark Lord, it is even more out of his consideration, the master who can play the soul with great power, and a dark wizard of Voldemort's level has more challenges to resurrection.

The fragments of the soul were inserted, like a thin piece of ice dissolved in the water, leaving no trace, however, Voldemort's eyes suddenly dimmed, and the body that had struggled to break free was even more paralyzed, and the whole person fell directly to the ground.

——

After half a sound, a dark and mutilated soul broke away and plunged into the imprisoned Crabbe's body—a little resentment suddenly appeared on Karabu's face, and two dots of red appeared directly in his eyes.

The wand waved with a huge sound of wind, and then Voldemort's original body began to swell wildly, however, at this moment, after leaving two resentful eyes, the whole person disappeared directly in place.

The shopkeeper's eyes struggled a little, and then he fell to the ground directly under a purple light.

"That coward needs that kind of waste alliance in the name of family affection to maintain his rights - how could I need those who might defect at any moment?"

A strange tone rang out—as if the speaker hadn't spoken for decades and had forgotten what to say.

A violet light erupted from the wand, and then the 'Voldemort' who spoke circled around his body, and the transformation of his body stopped almost instantly.

"Good talent, great magic—I even feel the power of the Slytherin bloodline," he said, looking at his hands, completely oblivious to the scars, his eyes becoming extremely fanatical, "what a good experiment, what a body, um—if I read it wrong from his memory, there are so many adventures waiting for me?"

"Those pure-blooded fellows who were so proud of them have fallen into this?, a good thing—I've always wanted to study their so-called noble bloodline, but they've looked too dead. He took a few clumsy steps on his feet, like a newborn baby learning to walk, and muttered to himself as he walked, "This body is much more useful than I thought, and perhaps I don't need to recover my identity for the time being, and it seems that I can do a lot more with it." ”

"Of course, I'm probably going to kill the escaped prey later, and he learned a lot of things from the soul confrontation just now, which is not a good thing for my next research. ”

Thinking in his mind, he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, and his originally pale face became even more ugly: "Damn, this guy's body is weaker than his poor soul!

With almost no hesitation, the apparition shifted - as for the boss who had already been killed on the ground, not even the corpse was concealed.

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After half a ring, in the silent forest, the boss who had been lying for a long time climbed up in his signature pink bubble pajamas, patted his chest again and again, and took out several magic props from his arms in pain.

"Ahem, damn, I'm scared to death - huhu, I thought I was going to die this time!"

"How capable that little bastard is! This time the storefront is also ruined, I guess Britain can't stay, and then I have to go - whether it's a mysterious person, this guy at the moment, it's too fucking dangerous!"

"What did I think at the time, I actually spent so much money to get that Scourge Star?" the boss scolded and didn't even let go of himself - he had received something from a guy who had a strong curiosity about ancient magic, and he didn't expect things to turn out like this.

"Britain can't stay, France and Germany are hanging in the air, it's better to go to the United States, although I heard that there are a lot of vampires, but the vampires also have to eat and live!

"Send a letter to that little bastard, tell him that Lao Tzu is fine, but he will disappear in the future! He doesn't have to pay for the things in the store," the boss calculated, anyway, the valuable things in the store had already been put away and hidden in the lucidity of the spell, "I sent him if I didn't break it, and then told the little bastard to be careful next!"

The boss was extremely flexible in packing everything and preparing to find a safe place to write the letter - he walked into the distance with a firm step, and his face was full of what the vampire would later call a vampire...