"They found me and wanted my help, and I needed their help to help me regain my strength, which is mutually beneficial. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Voldemort whispered, "I agreed to their request, and we made a pact with magic. They offered me a man to possess, and a large amount of unicorn blood, plus a potion of my dear Nagini's venom, which made me a little stronger. ”

The guy Voldemort was talking about who was possessed by him was the vampire who was killed by Evan in the ruins of the Fallen Centaurs.

The blood of the unicorn and the venom of Nagini, it turns out that this is how he regained his strength.

Evan glanced at the serpent, fiddling with it, and perhaps he could take advantage of this opportunity to clean it up.

This snake is one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, the closest Horcrux to him, and it is usually difficult to find a chance to use it.

As long as you do it naturally, it won't arouse suspicion......

"After getting the help of the vampire, my first thought was to use today's magic to resurrect, but after a long lurk, I knew from the animals that there was a ruin of centaurs deep in the dense forests of Albania, and they did not dare to approach, and there was an ancient and powerful evil force in it, which could help me return quickly and even become stronger......"

"We devised a plan to use greed to draw those fools closer to it, to dedicate their flesh and blood to that ancient creature, to awaken it from its slumber. I was about to succeed, but Dumbledore stopped me again, along with Sirius Black and a student named Evan Mason, who together sabotaged my plans, and I had to flee in a hurry with a part of that ancient creature, not even my newfound body, and even the Philosopher's Stone at my fingertips, and the unimaginable power!"

Voldemort's voice was filled with hatred, and more and more Death Eaters felt uneasy. They didn't know what the new Philosopher's Stone of Surprise meant, the ancient evil creatures, and the unimaginable power meant, but that didn't stop them from feeling Voldemort's wrath.

"My resurrection journey wasn't easy, was it?!" Voldemort said, looking around at the Death Eaters, "and then I have only one path left, and while gathering flesh to summon that ancient evil creature, the vampires brought me Bertha Jorkins, a witch from the Ministry of Magic." I know a lot from this Bertha Jorkins, and yes, with a little persuasion, she gives a lot of information. ”

"She told me that there would be a Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts this year, and that she knew of a loyal Death Eater who would willingly help me if I could get in touch with him. She told me a lot of things, but the methods I used to break the Forgetting Spell on her were too powerful. By the time I pulled all the useful information out of her mouth, she was mentally and physically damaged beyond any recovery. She's run out of use, I can't attach myself to her, so I'll dispose of her. ”

Voldemort had a terrible grin on his face, and his red eyes became hollow and cold.

"I've re-chosen a vampire to possess, Durand standing before you, a guy abandoned by his people, who was terrified by the fate of the hapless guy I possessed. He is not reconciled, I can help him, not casually sacrifice him, give him what he wants, provided that he must be loyal to me and completely surrendered!" Voldemort's terrible smile became more and more obvious, and it was also very calm, "Now look at how much fate takes care of Voldemort, this guy has stolen a lot of valuable documents from his family and given me, these are from the research materials recorded by my great ancestor Salazar Slater thousands of years ago. I don't deny it, he himself may not know the value of these things, but I recognize them, it's a wonderful gift I couldn't have dreamed of, and I found in it the right way to use the power of that ancient creature, what my great ancestors did, that great power will eventually belong to me, to the great Voldemort, and I will go one step further on the path of immortality!"

Evan looked at Voldemort in amazement, and the more he listened to him, the more he felt that something was not right.

He wasn't in a hurry to leave now, he wanted to find out what Voldemort had gotten to the Vampire Slytherin family, Salazar Slytherin's research notes, the proper way to use the power of the gods......

Also, what method could be more effective than crafting Horcruxes to conquer death?!

That guy Keresis, he didn't tell this important information, and maybe he didn't know.

Voldemort mentions that the documents and research materials were stolen by the vampire named Durand.

Keresses was probably still expecting Voldemort's help, but he didn't expect that what would be waiting for him would be even more trouble.

He thought his people might be betrayed, but the reality was worse than he thought.

Fortunately, Voldemort's soul was repeatedly split, and his IQ continued to drop, and he was arrogant enough to say such things in public.

Otherwise, Evan and the others will be kept in the dark until the end, very passive.

"I left Durand, I needed him as a physically fit servant, who, despite being a crappy wizard and an unqualified vampire, was able to carry out my instructions and help hold me to gain another weak flesh. I could do everything I needed to do in this body, studying the notes of my ancestors and the ancient creature. ”

"As my research deepened, I gradually found a way!" Voldemort said, looking at Nagini, the serpent who continued to swim in circles with red eyes, "I tried to control its power, but failed! Then, I understood, I had to lower my eyes a little, only by restoring my original body, my original strength, can I pursue immortality and stronger power!"

"I knew that to do this, I would need three powerful potion primers to make the potion that brought me back to life today, an ancient black magic. One of them is at hand, isn't it, Duland, the servant's flesh ......"

"My father's bones, those vampires have already helped me get them back, those idiots originally intended to resurrect me in the forests of Albania so easily!" Voldemort paused, "The last introduction, the blood of the enemy, they advised me to use the blood of any wizard, any wizard who hated me, because so many people still hate me." I rejected them, and I knew that if I was going to be resurrected, and stronger than I was before my defeat, I wanted the blood of Harry Potter. I want the blood of the man who made me lose my magic thirteen years ago, because the protection that his mother left on him will also be in my blood!"