The last rays of sunlight, hidden behind the treetops, shrouded the dilapidated Riddle House in the haze of dusk.

A shadow suddenly appeared, and he was cloaked and hooded, and he looked around with a sinister eye, and when he was sure that no one was following him, he cautiously walked towards the dilapidated old mansion.

Peter Pettigrew crept into the house, followed the dusty staircase to an unmarked door, pushed it in, and entered a large, dimly lit room.

The ceiling was low, and there was a dug niche in the thick earthen wall, in which a candle flickered and swayed.

Peter closed the door, the breeze blew, the candle flame flickered, the shadows flickered around him, and the room seemed darker and colder.

A slender cobra emerges from a crack in the wall, and a pair of sparkling red eyes blink on its textured back.

A cold voice sounded from inside the snake's body, "Wormtail, have you got everything?" ”

"Got it, master, the blood of the unicorn you asked for and the venom of the rune serpent."

With his remaining left hand, Peter took out two bottles from his pocket, and he complained:

"I've wasted a lot of energy, this thing is hard to buy in Tumbledown Alley, I only have one hand, and I have to guard against the Aurors ......"

"Wormtail, your hard work is in the eyes of the Dark Lord." Voldemort, possessed by the cobra, said softly:

"When I get the flesh in a moment, I'll give you a satisfying arm...... Hurry up and get started. ”

Peter was overjoyed, and he asked, "Master, do you need me to find you a Muggle?" There is a ...... in the village."

"Muggles?" Voldemort said coldly, "Wormtail, are you trying to get me crawling out of the belly of the mudblood?!"

Those despicable creatures will stain my body. ”

"And who are we looking for?" Peter said in a trembling voice: "Master, I only have one arm now, and I want to capture a pure-blood wizard for you, I'm afraid...... Hard. ”

"Aren't you the best candidate?" Voldemort hissed, "You use this magic." ”

"What...... Let me, master? Peter's voice grew panicked.

"yes, Wormtail, aren't you happy? This is the glory that the Dark Lord has bestowed upon you. Voldemort dissatisfied:

"If Bellatrix were here, she wouldn't hesitate to give me her womb, even if there was already a child inside."

"You...... You ......" Peter's voice grew more and more frightened, and his mouth seemed to become very dry, "you...... Do you want to ...... Kill me? ”

"Wormtail...... Why should I kill you? Voldemort whispered, "You're the only servant by my side right now, and it's too late for me to cherish you." ”

"But ......"

"Don't worry, that magic won't kill you." Voldemort comforted, "You are still useful on my way to resurrection." ”

Peter breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, opened the two bottles, and mixed the blood of the unicorn with the venom of the rune serpent.

This potion, when taken in conjunction with a spell, can allow Voldemort to get out of the state of a ghost and get a weak body.

He could be in that body, waiting for the ingredients he needed to truly regenerate.

"Wormtail, open your mouth!" Voldemort commanded, "I'm going in." ”

Voldemort broke away from the cobra and turned into a shadow that slipped through Peter's gaping mouth.

Peter picked up the cup and drank the potion, the cold potion running down his throat and down his abdomen.

He soon felt nauseous, dizzy, and cramping in his abdomen, and his stomach began to tumble.

Peter squatted and vomited, and for a while the room was full of filthy and fishy smells, and he couldn't breathe, and he felt that he was about to vomit out his heart, liver and lungs.

Finally stopping to vomit, a sweaty Peter took off his robe, and he knelt down naked, chanting incantations aloud.

As the spell ended, Peter began to tremble all over, his body slowly bulging as if inflated, and his abdomen soon became as if it were about to burst.

Peter slumped on the cold floor, gasping for air, blood gushing...... But it is as black as ink, and it looks extremely terrifying.

Wormtail cried out loudly, and he was terrified and in pain, and after a while, a small, shriveled black shadow appeared, desperately struggling.

The shadow's two hands, writhing and gripping hard, red fingers gripping the ground tightly, and then crawling outward little by little.

Until the whole body, all into this world!

Peter sat on the ground, and he looked up weakly at the Dark Lord, who had reshaped his body with magic.

It was the size of a puppy, hairless, and its body seemed to have scales, and its skin was dark and red, like wounded tender flesh.

He also has a flat snake face with a pair of sparkling red eyes.

Tom Riddle is no longer the ghost he is!

"Wormtail, pick me up!" Voldemort commanded.

Peter's whole body was torn apart by magic, and he wanted to lie down for a while, but he got up, picked up his robe, and wrapped the little Voldemort in it.

"Give me your wand." Voldemort said softly.

Peter hurriedly handed over the wand, the Dark Lord's small arm, holding the wand looked like it was laborious.

But he raised it with all his might, dancing in the air, and his wand drew a band of light like molten silver, which at first had no shape, and then the band of light twisted into a glittering human hand, as bright as moonlight.

It flew down on its own, resting on Peter's right hand, which had been cut off by Rove.

Peter looked up at the silver hand in disbelief, and his fingers that tried to move the glitter seemed to be stronger than his own.

Peter knelt down and thanked him, "My master, master, is so beautiful...... Thank you...... Thank you ......"

"I said it...... The Dark Lord will not treat those who have helped him......"

After using this magic, the baby-sized Voldemort became weaker and weaker, and his whole body looked sleepy.

"Get up...... I have a lot more for you to do. ”

"There is no hope of stealing the Philosopher's Stone, and I can only follow another method to restore my original body.

You'll have to help me resurrect myself and get those three powerful pill primers. ”

"Harry Potter?" Peter shuddered.

"Yes, I just want him!" Voldemort said coldly, "Don't worry, we have that thing, it's easy to figure out the route of Harry Potter's activities." ”

"As for my father's bones...... It's in the cemetery behind Little Hangleton's church. ”

Voldemort's snake face contorted into a cruel smile, and he hissed softly, as if talking to himself.

"Father, I killed you back then...... I didn't think that decades later, you would still be able to come in handy...... My Muggle father. ”

At this moment, the church bell rang, and the heavy rain that had been brewing for a long time finally fell, knocking on the window lattice.

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(End of chapter)