There was silence, and then Lucius Malfoy stepped out, his trembling voice coming from under his mask. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Master, all-powerful master, we are eager to know, and I beg you to tell us how you have accomplished this, this miracle, and returned to us......" he said respectfully, glancing at the vampire named Durand beside him.

Voldemort you just mentioned the help of the vampires, and all the Death Eaters are curious about it.

What role did the vampires play in this, and what was their pact with Voldemort?!

In addition, everyone wants to know who the Death Eater who has been hiding at Hogwarts and helped Voldemort successfully resurrect him.

Not surprisingly, he will be the person most trusted and relied on by Voldemort, and he will be the one they need to talk to.

Past experience has taught them that it is not realistic to curry favor with Voldemort directly, and that there is hope for starting with those who are valued by him.

Death Eaters like Lucius Malfoy were not the only ones with their own calculations.

"It's a long story, Lucius!" said Voldemort, smiling cruelly, "the beginning and the end of this story are all about this little friend of mine. ”

He lazily walked over to Harry, and the eyes of the whole circle fell on the two of them.

The serpent continued to wander around, apparently trying to eat Evan first.

Up close, Evan could now clearly see what Voldemort was like now.

His skin was paler than a skeleton, but not smooth, but very rough, like a snake covered with albino scales, especially on the hairless head, the skin was dark and red, with disgusting complex lines.

The most striking and terrifying thing about the flat snake face was the eyes.

Voldemort's eyes glowed blood-red, and Evan suddenly remembered the eyes of the raven he had seen in the merfolk statue not long ago.

There is no emotion in the empty gaze, there is only bloodlust, madness and cruelty.

His pupils are slit, like a cat's eyes, and it's uncomfortable to look at.

And the flat nose, which is only two thin slits, as if there are none......

Evan was a little confused, Voldemort became like this because of the transformation of himself with those dark magics?

Or is it the after-effects of the resurrection magic just now? Or both?

"Of course you know, they say this boy is my nemesis, right?" Voldemort whispered, his red eyes staring at Harry, Harry's scar hurting so much that he almost screamed, "You all know that I wanted to kill him the night I lost my magic and my body. His mother's death to save him had inadvertently given him some kind of protection, which I confess was something I didn't expect and I couldn't touch the boy. ”

The cold tip of Voldemort's long, pale finger touched his skin, and his head ached as if it were about to explode.

Voldemort chuckled in his ear, removed his finger, and continued to speak to the Death Eaters.

"Friends, I admit I miscalculated. My spell was blocked by the woman's foolish sacrifice and bounced back to myself. Voldemort smacked his lips and closed his eyes, "Ah, the pain is more than anything else, and nothing can resist it." I have been stripped of my flesh, worse than a ghost, worse than the humblest geist......"

"Yes, I'm still alive, but I don't know what I am......" Voldemort opened his terrible eyes again, "I have gone farther on the road to immortality than anyone else, you know my goal, to conquer death." Now that I've been put to the test, it seems that at least one or two of those experiments of mine worked, because I didn't die, even though that spell was deadly. However, I am as powerless as the weakest creature, I have no way to help myself, I have no body, and every spell that can help me requires the use of a wand......"

"I remember days and nights when I couldn't close my eyes, and I just forced myself to live over and over again, second by second, and I hid in a distant forest, waiting for my loyal Death Eaters to find me. Voldemort said, looking around, "I was convinced that someone would come and give me back a body with magic that I couldn't do myself, but I waited there for nothing for thirteen years......"

The circle of Death Eaters shuddered again, and Voldemort escalated the horror in silence.

"I only had one magic left at that time, and I could possess someone else. But I didn't dare to go to crowded places, because I knew that the Aurors were still looking for me, they knew that I was in that forest, and Dumbledore didn't give up his intention to destroy me completely!" Voldemort said slowly, "I sometimes possess animals, and snakes are of course my favorite use. But they are not much better than mere ghosts, because their bodies are not suitable for magic, and my possession has shortened their lifespan, and they don't live long......"

"Then, four years ago, there seemed to be hope for my resurrection. A young, stupid, gullible wizard walked into the forest where I was staying, and I happened to bump into it. Oh, that seems like a dream opportunity, because he's a teacher at Dumbledore's school!" Voldemort said.

Both Evan and Harry knew that he was referring to Quirrell, Harry's Defence Against the Dark Arts professor in his first year.

"He was easily at my mercy, he brought me back to this country, and later I attached myself to him, closely monitored him, and instructed him in carrying out my orders. But my plan failed, I didn't steal the Philosopher's Stone, and I can't guarantee immortality. I've been defeated, and I've been defeated by Harry Potter!"

There was silence again, not a single movement, even the leaves were still.

The Death Eaters remained motionless, their glittering eyes staring at Voldemort and then Harry.

"The servant died after I left his body, and I became as weak as ever. Voldemort continued, "I went back to that distant hideout, and I don't want to boast to you that I didn't worry that I would never regain my magic again. Yes, it was probably my darkest time, I can't hope that another wizard will come to my door, and I no longer have any illusions that a Death Eater will care about my condition!"

One or two wizards in the circle moved uneasily, but Voldemort ignored them.

"And then, less than a year ago, when I almost gave up hope, hope finally appeared!" Voldemort paused for a moment before continuing, "I waited for the arrival of a group of vampires, a group of vampires who share the same great ancestors as me!"