The surrounding Death Eaters all cast their eyes on Voldemort's words. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In silence, the Death Eater to the right of Wormtail's stepped forward, and the voice of Lucius Malfoy could be heard from under the mask.

"Hosts, we were eager to know...... I beg you to tell us how you did this...... This miracle ...... Come back to us......"

"Ah, it's a long story, Lucius," said Voldemort, "that the beginning and the end of this story have to do with this little friend of mine. ”

He walked up to about four or five meters away from Duten and Harry, and the eyes of the whole circle fell on the two of them. The serpent continued to wander there.

"Of course you know, they say this boy is my nemesis," Voldemort whispered, his red eyes staring at Harry, whose scar was so hot and painful that he almost screamed, "You all know that I wanted to kill him the night I lost my magic and my body. His mother died trying to save him - inadvertently giving him some kind of protection, which I admit I did not expect...... I can't touch the boy. ”

Voldemort stretched out a long, pale finger and tapped Harry's cheek a few times.

"His mother left traces of her sacrifice on him...... It's an ancient magic. I should have remembered, but I stupidly ignored it...... But that's okay, I can touch him now. ”

Because of Duten's presence, Voldemort failed to touch Harry after all.

But Harry felt the cold tips of his long, pale fingers touch his skin, and his head hurt as if it were about to explode. Voldemort chuckled, 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. Yes...... It hurts more than anything, friends, and nothing can resist it. I have been stripped of my flesh, worse than a ghost, worse than the humblest of geistins...... But I'm alive. What I am, I still don't know...... I, the one who has gone farther than anyone else on the road to eternal life. You know my goal - to conquer death. Now that I've been put to the test, it looks like at least one or two of my experiments worked...... Because I didn't die, even though that spell was deadly. However, I was as powerless as the weakest creature, unable to help myself...... I don't have a physical body, and every spell that can help me requires the use of a wand......

I remember that in that **** night when I couldn't close my eyes, I just forced myself to live repeatedly, second by second...... I hid in a distant forest and waited...... My loyal Death Eaters will surely find a way to find me...... Someone will surely come and give me back a physical body with magic that I can't do on my own...... But I waited in vain......"

The circle of Death Eaters shuddered again.

Voldemort let the terror escalate in silence before continuing, "I only have a glimmer of magic left that I can possess on someone else's body." But I didn't dare go to crowded places, for I knew the Aurors were still looking for me. I sometimes attach myself to animals - snakes are certainly my favorite ones - but they are no 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......

Afterward...... 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 the opportunity I've always dreamed of...... Because he was a teacher at Dumbledore's school...... He's easily at my mercy...... He brought me back to the country, and later I attached myself to him, closely monitoring him and guiding 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 was frustrated...... Foiled by Harry Potter again......"

In fact, it was Samsara and Dumbledore who thwarted him, but Voldemort apparently had all his hatred on Harry.

There was silence again, without a single movement, not even the yew 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, that was probably my darkest time...... I can't hope for another wizard to come to my door...... And I no longer have any illusions that a Death Eater would care about my condition......"

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

"Then, less than a year ago, when I almost gave up hope, hope finally appeared...... A servant found me. It was this wormtail who, pretending to be dead to escape the trial, was chased by someone he had previously considered a friend and had nowhere to hide, so decided to return to his master. He sought out me in a country that had long been rumored to be my hiding place...... Of course, with the help of rats along the way. Worm tails and rats have a strange affinity, isn't it, worm tails? His filthy little friend told him that there was a place deep in the jungle of Albania where they were afraid to approach, where many small animals like them were possessed by a dark shadow and then died......

But his return to me didn't go well, didn't it, Wormtail? One night he had reached the edge of the forest, and was about to find me. He stupidly walked into a tavern because he was hungry...... There, he met Bertha Jorkins, a witch from the Ministry of Magic.

Now look at how much fate took care of Voldemort. This encounter could have killed Wormtail and ruined my last hope of resurrection. But Wormtail showed unexpected composure, and he persuaded Bertha Jorkins to go for a night walk with him. He subdued her and brought her to me. This Bertha Jorkins, who could have ruined everything, turned out to be a wonderful gift I could never have dreamed of. Because, with a little persuasion, she confessed 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 method I used to break the Forgetting Curse on her was 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 couldn't attach myself to her, so I disposed of her. ”

Voldemort grinned horribly, his red eyes hollow and cold.

The Death Eaters around them trembled slightly, as if they were also frightened by Voldemort's smile and eyes.

Du Teng finally knew how this thing escaped, it turned out to be pretending to be dead. Speaking of which, the wizards of the British Ministry of Magic are simply a group of rice buckets, such an important prisoner can be escaped by it, knowing that he is an Animagus, he is still so careless, no wonder he was almost notified by Voldemort to the entire wizarding world last time, if it was Duten to do this, he could only do it more perfectly.

After all, these so-called "enemies" are really stupid.

Voldemort spun around the ground and continued.

"Of course, the worm tail is not suitable for possession, because everyone thinks he is dead, and it would be too eye-catching to be seen. But I need him as a sturdy servant, who, though a lame sorcerer, is able to carry out my instructions and give me a preliminary access to a weak body in which I can wait for the ingredients necessary for true regeneration. With a spell or two of my own invention, and a little help from my dear Nagini," Voldemort's red eyes looked at the serpent that continued to swim in circles.

"Using a potion of unicorn blood and Nagini's venom, I soon had an almost human-like form and had the strength to travel. There was no hope of stealing the Philosopher's Stone, because I knew Dumbledore would destroy it. But I'm willing to enjoy the mortal life again, and then go after the pursuit of immortality. I lowered my sights a bit, just to restore my original body, my original strength.

I knew that to do this, I would need three powerful 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, Wormtail? Servant's Flesh ......"

As he spoke, he glanced at Wormtail, who quickly lowered his head.

"My father's bones, naturally, mean that we are coming here, this is the place where he is buried. But the blood of the enemy...... Wormtail suggests I use any wizard's blood, isn't it, Wormtail? Any wizard who hates me. Because there are so many people who still hate me. But I know who I have to use, and if I'm going to be resurrected, and stronger than I was before my defeat, I want Harry Potter blood. 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......

But how do you get Harry Potter? He's so well protected, I guess that's something he doesn't even know about.

A long time ago, when Dumbledore was thinking about arranging the boy's future, he devised a protection plan.

He used an ancient magic to ensure that the boy would be protected as long as he was in the care of his loved ones. Even I can't touch him...... Later, of course, it was the Quidditch World Cup...... I think there his protection would have been weaker, leaving his relatives and Dumbledore behind. ”

Duten glanced at Harry, he really didn't know about it, and he had wondered why Dumbledore had let Harry stay at Vernon's. They didn't like him, and Dumbledore could have taken Harry early.

Now that Voldemort explains, it makes sense.

Harry's mother used a protective charm, which is the power of love, and Vernon has similar blood to Harry in his body, which is his family, and passively meets the criteria for this protective charm. Voldemort, who had been destroyed by the Protective Charm, would never do anything to another Protective Charm unless he really wanted to die.

Harry obviously didn't expect that there were so many things in this that he didn't know, and his eyes widened at the moment, and he was equally surprised.

Voldemort continued.

"But I don't have the strength to snatch him from the midst of a large group of wizards from the Ministry of Magic. Then the boy returned to Hogwarts, from morning till night under the hooked nose of the Muggle-loving idiot. How can I get him?

Yes, yes, you guessed right, of course it was based on Bertha Jorkins intelligence. Use my loyal Death Eater lurking at Hogwarts to make sure the boy's name is put in the Goblet of Fire. Use my Death Eater to make sure the boy wins the game and make sure he's the first to touch the Triwizards. The cup has been replaced by my Death Eater for a portkey, and it will bring him here, away from Dumbledore's help and protection, into my hands. Here he is...... This boy that you all think is my nemesis......"

Voldemort said, turning abruptly, and the wand in his hand was instantly aimed at Harry.

"Drill the heart and cut the bones!"

"Rise from the ground!"

Almost at the same time, a stone wall suddenly rose up, blocking Harry and Voldemort's spell.

"Avada suo!"

Voldemort didn't need to think at all, the direction of his wand changed slightly, and he released the most terrifying direct death spell at Duten.

"Avada suo."

Not to be outdone, Du Teng also pushed back with the same Avada Suo, and the two green beams that could not be seen at all collided together. Instead of exploding, they merged with each other, turning into a huge green ball of energy in the air.

The Death Eaters around them were stunned, they couldn't believe that someone had dared to make a move on Voldemort.

What they couldn't believe was that this person was no less than their master, look at that terrifying beam, even they couldn't stop such a powerful magic power. The other party is obviously just a student...... Is he the most gifted student in Hogwarts' history? This strength is too strong.

Syllable!

In the end, as if they had a heart, Duten and Voldemort stopped at the same time, and the magic ball between them exploded, turning into something invisible and disappearing in an instant. Both took a step back, and Voldemort was silent, but his expression had become more and more hideous.

"I didn't expect you to have such strength, how much special training did Dumbledore do for you? Do you think you can beat me? Don't forget, you're just a student! ”

Voldemort stared at Duten.

Du Teng also looked at him, obviously, he was a little weak-hearted, otherwise he wouldn't have talked so much nonsense. Du Ten understood Voldemort's thoughts at this time, so he only grinned lightly in the face of Voldemort's threat.

"It's true that I'm just a student, but that doesn't mean I can't beat you, does it?"

Du Teng said, raising his left hand slightly, revealing the ring on his finger that looked very historical. (To be continued.) )