Making a corpse is one of the things the Dark Lord does best. The lifeless walking dead summoned through black magic www.biquge.info have no soul or mind to speak of, they are pure objects and weapons, and they have nothing to do with the time when the wizard was alive.

The Dark Lord loves to create fear, and nothing reminds wizards of death more than a walking corpse. In order to learn this very practical and terrifying magic, the Dark Lord spent a long time researching, and even went to a place called Xiangxi in the Far East to learn the ancient shamanic skills there. Thinking back to his travels when he was younger, even the Dark Lord couldn't help but sigh slightly.

Professor Quirrell pushed the somewhat twisted fence away, and Old Fleck slowly twisted to his feet.

Little Hamglington Village, a somewhat familiar and strange place. For as long as he can remember, London's ruined orphanage has been all the Dark Lord's memories of his childhood. And here, the village of Little Hanggrington was once the place where the Dark Lord's mother lived, and the Slytherin blood was completely reduced here, and now, there are no other descendants of the Gaunt family except the Dark Lord himself.

The Riddle family, a prominent local family, is the richest family in this small village. Riddle Manor occupies the best position in the village, standing out from the lowly villagers' low houses.

Professor Quirrell walked slowly along the path in front of the manor, and the long absence of people made the garden look bleak and barren. It was getting late, and the dark house was as quiet as a tomb.

Wizarding England is as rotten as this house, and is in dire need of a fire to overthrow the old order once and for all and re-establish a new one.

From a very young age, when the Dark Lord didn't know he was a wizard, he had a deep fear of this ruined world. There are terrible legends about how poor children are forced to do unbearable work. Occasionally, a child coughs incessantly and then suddenly disappears without a trace one night.

At that time, Tom was a very small child. He didn't know that the city had a population of more than six million at this time, he could only feel a deep fear and confusion, Tom didn't know what he could rely on, he desperately wanted to prove himself, he wanted to gain the strength to protect himself. He didn't want to be quietly swallowed up by darkness on a nameless dark night.

Muggle England had not yet risen from the terrible ruins of the world war, and countless Muggles had returned to Britain from all over the world in despair, and they had nothing to gain from the fabled gold-ridden colony. Constant uprisings and extreme economic hardship have turned the continent across the continent into disarray. Some of the orphanage children were just coming of age and were put on cargo ships that went straight to the overseas colonies.

Tom didn't know much about any of this, and as a teenager, Tom's only memories were hunger and fear. He once saw a child lose his life after a violent convulsion on a dark night.

That night, Tom had insomnia for the first time.

Death became a terrible monster that the orphanage children had to face. At that time, he had no magic wand, no parents, and even the only friend who had left him. In this situation, Tom began to frantically hope that he was special, longing for strength, praying that God would give him a little mercy and the ability to resist fate.

Also on a dark night, Tom first noticed a difference in himself, and he could hear mysterious whispers. At first, Tom thought he was crazy, and he had heard older children say that when they were sick and dying, they would hallucinate.

Tom thought he was going to die. During that time, he was extremely desperate, desperately trying to grasp something. The child, who was originally introverted and shy, suddenly became fierce and irritable, and he wanted to leave a mark on his life, even if it was a terrible injury.

Tom gains the bizarre ability to make bad things happen to bad kids through his gaze. Through this terrible ability, Tom temporarily gains the respect he wants.

But that wasn't enough, death lingered almost all the time outside Tom's house. He couldn't sleep properly every night, and the low, mysterious whispers almost drove him crazy. Until fear completely destroyed the young child, a terrible soul was reborn in the young body.

The darkness is no longer an enemy, but a part of the new soul, and the mysterious whispers are no longer the curse of the demon gods, but have become the peculiarities of the new souls. Young Tom convinced himself that all this was a sign that he was the chosen one and that he was special!

Truth be told, Tom was startled by Albus Dumbledore's appearance, and he couldn't believe it when he lay down on the soft four-poster bed after his beautiful dinner on his first night at Hogwarts.

Although for an orphan, they have to reluctantly accept any change in the world, but one day, they suddenly find that they actually have an identity that they don't know and can affect the world, and that kind of excitement is like choking fate, making people unable to sleep.

In the midst of this euphoria, Tom began his life at Hogwarts School.

He loved this place, really, the Dark Lord had always thought this place was his dream home. Especially when he found out that his father was a nasty stupid Muggle and his mother was a poor and pathetic Squib, the Dark Lord was depressed for a long time.

This meant that his fantasies of a powerful and beautiful life were limited to his own fantasies, and the other children in his class, especially the so-called pure-blood children in Slytherin, were similar to him, and many of them were even better at magic than his own.

Horrific memories of the orphanage begin to remind Tom that the weak are about to be eliminated, and fantasies about death and darkness, which have not appeared for a long time, wander not far from Tom that night.

It didn't take long for the reshaped soul to be persuaded by the mysterious voice, and Tom knew he needed strength. He had no interest in useless divination or life-saving magic, and his only interest was in manipulating people's minds and learning more powerful and deadly magic.

The twist begins with the discovery of the mysterious secret chamber of Slytherin. A mysterious voice leads Tom to discover Slytherin's legacy and derive the seeds of future power from it. With this adventure and almost paranoid efforts, the Dark Lord surpassed all of his peers and became the wizard with the greatest potential.

A crying child will always be fed, but a crying child will only be abandoned in an orphanage.

Tom, who understands this, has always been a good boy in the eyes of the professors, and the principal has praised Tom. The only thing that had some doubts about Tom was Albus Dumbledore, who led Tom to Hogwarts and could be said to be Tom's Enn.

This clever Transfiguration teacher seems to be constantly wary of Tom. Even though his friend Horace Slughorn praised Tom, the Transfiguration Professor's half-moon eyes were still scrutinizing and dangerous.

This continued until Hagrid was dissuaded from the school and Tom received a Medal of Honor. Dumbledore's gaze was no longer mere scrutiny, but directly turned into vigilance.

During this time, Tom learned the Occlumency technique of the Supreme God, and also learned to take the mind of the Deity with his own comprehension.

Bad times are almost one after the other. After discovering that the wizarding world was in fact the same family background as the Muggle world, all of Tom's resentment and anger turned into terrible hatred.

Tom is desperate to find out what he came about. He searched for clues, and used his newfound little Psychic skill to find Little Hangdon between two steep hills.

At that time, the village was not as dilapidated as it is now, there was no moss on the walls, and the roof tiles were repaired and neat. But it was here that Tom first saw the positive side of things, the story of his poor mother!

Professor Quirrell looked up at the half-hidden house in the tangled trees, trying to reunite it with the house in old Tom's mind. It's too easy to use Dementor Mind on a Muggle. Muggles simply don't understand how wizards can see what they're thinking.

The Dark Lord easily saw how old Tom hated the poor Gunter family who lived across the street, how he agreed to elope with the ugly two eyes of the Gunter family in the opposite direction, and how the pale-faced woman staggered away in terror when she confessed to Old Tom after a ridiculous year that she was pregnant with her own child!

Before this, Tom had seen from the head of the orphanage how his poor and stupid mother, abandoned by the even more hateful and stupid Muggles, gave birth to himself in the Muggle orphanage on the snowy Chinese New Year's Eve.

The dark power hidden in Tom's blood completely awakened at that moment, and the recast dark soul was completely degraded, and at that moment, he let out his first roar towards the world!

The green light filled the entire space in an instant, and poor old Tom did not know until he died that the man who killed them was actually his own son. The Dark Lord was disgusted with his Muggle bloodline and did not want to admit that he had anything to do with it.

In the same year, Tom was elected prefect due to his excellent grades and outstanding performance.

Pushing open the somewhat heavy wooden door, Professor Quirrell seemed to see the night again. Old Tom's family sat in the living room, happily eating dinner. The bright silver candlesticks on the table emitted a bright glow, and the silver cutlery glowed coldly. Tom, who was already middle-aged, sat to his mother's left and was talking to a woman across from him.

Tom's mother, the Dark Lord's grandmother, turned her head to look at him in surprise, and the Dark Lord didn't say anything. After attacking his uncle Morfin, the Dark Lord had determined that half of his blood came from this poor Muggle.

The Dark Lord looked almost exactly like middle-aged Tom when he was younger, handsome, tall, and the whole room came in at once. The Dark Lord didn't say much, he just walked to the table in silence and looked through the memories of middle-aged Tom with the wand he had snatched from Morfin.

Finally, he glanced around at his grandfather and grandmother and killed them with the Avada Curse.

The candle on the candlestick lights up automatically. It's the age of electric lights, but the stubborn Frank doesn't install any appliances in the old house, and doesn't even agree to connect the wires to it.

Quirrell slowly walked to the other end of the living room, sat down on the main seat, and looked around, as if trying to see some clouds of past smoke in the darkness around him. But apart from Frank, who was standing stiffly in the doorway, there was nothing Quirrell could remember.

"Time, the source of strength. I didn't expect that even I, who had come so far on the road of eternity, would have to start all over again. Professor Quirrell picked up his wand and waved it slowly in the void, making a low voice like the whisper of a demon god.

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The French Ministry of Magic has been very busy lately, and some wizards have protested before their superiors, they don't want to work overtime during important holidays, such a cold weather, and they have to work outside, and many employees of the Ministry of Magic are angry.

What's even more infuriating is that someone actually started to play Aurors. Yesterday I received a mysterious report letter claiming that somewhere in the city, a powerful wizard was planning an anomalous terrorist attack. The thought of the active Death Eaters in England on the other side immediately alerted the Aurors of the French Ministry of Magic. During this time, there were constant wizards on the European continent who followed the example of the British Death Eaters, and the security of wizarding Europe as a whole was very bad.

The Ministry of Magic hurriedly arranged for the capable Aurors to investigate, and when they arrived, the Aurors found some traces of magic, but they were not at all as described in the letter. The faint traces of magic here are at most just the traces left by a spell cast by a child who can't help but be curious, and it takes the most sophisticated instruments to detect. After checking again, the Aurors made sure there were no other problems, cursed a few words, and the apparition left.

When everything was calm, a young wizard with blond hair suddenly appeared from the void and stood on the second floor of the apartment, looking at the departing Auror group with a playful smile on his face.

And on a street corner not far away, a strange advertisement was posted on the wall, and a sexy and handsome gentleman was showing his wrist, and the gentleman's eyes seemed to blink in the sunlight.

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"Lord Grindelwald, I've found it!" Igor Karkaroff excitedly entered the basement, where Gellert Grindelwald was concentrating on a piece of material.

"Wait a minute, I'm busy right now. Gellert Grindelwald said in a non-questioning voice, without looking up.

Igor Karkarov stopped not far away as if he had been under the mute spell, his face a little embarrassed.