Yorkshire, England, two months ago –

Outside the village of Little Hangleton appeared a very weak being, worse than a ghost, weaker than the humblest of geistins.

This is a remnant of Voldemort's soul.

On the day he stole the Philosopher's Stone, Voldemort's soul power, which had taken eleven years to accumulate, was completely annihilated by Dracula's blood-colored water dungeon. Now he can only rely entirely on the existence of Horcruxes to barely ensure that the breath of his soul remains.

Today, Voldemort's form of existence is like a bubble of air that is so transparent that it is almost indistinguishable with the naked eye, with facial features on his face, no hands and feet, fluttering with the cold wind blowing from time to time, and it seems that it may collapse at any time.

His mind was a little unconscious, but his mouth was still unconsciously muttering:

"I didn't lose...... I haven't lost yet...... I have other hole cards that I haven't used...... I'll be back......

As he muttered, he struggled against the wind and drifted towards Little Hangleton, Yorkshire.

In fact, he did want to go back to the Albanian forest where he had been for eleven years, at least the place he knew well enough, and that there was a viper named Nagini to keep him company, so that he would not be completely alone.

But after using his Horcrux diary to restore his powers, he had discovered a more efficient and faster way to recover. In his heart, he didn't want to wait another eleven years of torment.

So he chose Little Hangleston, where the Gunter family's ancestral home was located.

It was not long before Voldemort floated weakly to the edge of a valley outside Little Hangleton.

In the dense woods on the edge of the valley was a dilapidated shack half-hidden in a pile of tree trunks. A jumble of trees grew near the shacks, blocking all light and the view of the valley below, adding to the eerie atmosphere of the buildings in the grove.

The walls of the shack were covered with green moss, and a lot of the tiles on the roof had fallen so that rafters could be seen in some places. Unknown vines grew around it, their tips reaching the small, thick, dirt-covered windows.

Voldemort's bubble of anticipation and ecstasy emerged through the dirt-strewn cracks in the glass and into the interior of the shed.

The shack was dilapidated, filled with rusty pots and pans, moldy furniture, and all sorts of garbage, just as Voldemort had seen when he first arrived at the age of sixteen.

The dilapidated sight of the Gunter ancestral home at the time made young Riddle feel nothing but disgust and disappointment with this pathetic family, and also gave him a new understanding of the so-called pure-blood supremacists.

However, this time he returned in embarrassment, but he was like a lost dog.

He didn't have any thoughts of nostalgia for the past or criticism of this rotten family, only one thing on his mind-

Get back the Horcrux he's hiding under the floor!

Voldemort's bubbles ran down the upturned tattered wooden floor to the darkest floor.

In the middle of the muddy floor, a ring lay quietly.

….

The ring is golden, set with a large, pitch-black stone. The workmanship of the ring does not seem to be very delicate, and it even looks a little ugly, and the material of the gold band looks a little clumsy and uncoordinated.

[To tell the truth, I've been using @

He made an army of corpses, and now he only knew that this ring would give him a more efficient recovery speed, which would help him in his resurrection.

After seeing the ring for real, a look of relief appeared on Voldemort's illusory face, and he quickly threw his entire body into the black stone on the ring.

This Horcrux did not absorb Voldemort's knowledge and personality, and thus did not give birth to a consciousness of its own like a diary. In addition, the Horcrux ring was also cast by Voldemort with a curse that was completely under his control and powerful enough to harm the Grand Wizard.

Under these two conditions, Voldemort was able to forcibly absorb the soul fragments from the Horcrux back into his own soul, even if he was extremely weak.

A burst of light shone from beneath the rotting floor—

The already fragile wooden floor was blown into a cloud of powder, and countless fragments of tiles fell and piled up on the ground.

Then, an illusory figure with an ugly face stood up from the debris.

"My strength isn't enough, I need a real body!" Voldemort hissed and muttered in a terrible voice.

The next moment, he instantly appeared in an extremely dark, overgrown cemetery.

To the right of the cemetery is a tall yew tree, behind which is the black outline of a chapel.

On a hillside to the left is a delicate old house, the Riddle House, a very luxurious and spacious building that contrasts with the Gaunt family's shack.

Voldemort just glanced over there and didn't say anything more, after all, the people there had already been killed by him decades ago.

Walking along the path of the cemetery, he looked through the tombstones one by one, until he found a well-maintained marble tombstone with a name written on it—

"Tom Riddle".

Voldemort looked at the tombstone with the same name engraved on it, and there was no joy or sorrow in his heart. He has long since abandoned everything that belongs to this name.

He raised his hand and pointed the black stone from the ring in his hand at the cemetery.

The tomb suddenly cracked, and a skeleton with only bones left floating up from the tomb and drifting towards Voldemort's illusory figure.

Under the action of the resurrection stone, a white light enveloped the corpse, separating all the dirt and dirt attached to the skeleton, gradually removing all impurities, leaving only a pure white and complete skeleton without a trace of dust.

….

Then, Tom Riddle Sr.'s skeleton sped up and crashed straight into Voldemort's illusory figure.

White light emanated from the bones, enveloping Voldemort's entire body.

Within a moment, the light slowly dissipated.

A man with a terrible face appeared in front of the cracked grave—

He had bone-white skin, a thin, shriveled body, and scarlet eyes. The face paler than chalk resembles a skull, the bridge of the nose is sunken, and the fingers are unnaturally elongated, like a few deformed spider legs......

Voldemort clenched his fists, feeling the feeling of having a body that he hadn't experienced in a long time, and his deformed face was full of intoxication.

"It's wonderful, what it feels like to have a body—" He whispered to himself as he took a deep breath of the stale smell of the graveyard.

"A father's bones, unintentionally donated, can give his son a second life...... Oh, this damn old thing is kind of useful!" Voldemort sneered, unapologetically unapologetic for digging up his biological father's grave, "What's left down there, the flesh of servants, the blood of enemies?"

In fact, Voldemort does not now have a full body.

He just borrowed the power of the resurrection stone in his hand, which he didn't recognize, and used his father's bones as a framework to build a simple but practical body. But the flesh and blood of this body is still not real, but made up by magic.

"The flesh of the servant is easy for me to obtain, but as for the blood of the enemy...... It's up to me to see if my journal can take Potter's blood right under the noses of Dracula and Dumbledore."

Thinking of Dracula being completely annihilated

When he lost his soul origin, Voldemort's scarlet eyes flashed with a resentful light.

"Heh, doesn't Dracula like to have fun?" He sneered, "In that case, I might as well have some fun for him first, and hope he can have fun......

Voldemort placed the ring on his middle finger and clenched his fist suddenly.

The next moment, the graves in the cemetery were split in half, and the bones of long-dead people crawled stiffly out of the graves. Their bodies rotting, their hair falling out, their eyes cloudy, gathered at Voldemort with twisted and strange steps.

Voldemort's mouth twitched into a wicked grin.

Then, a cloud of black smoke covered the newly made Yin Corpses, and he took them with him to the outside of a dark cavern.

Inside the cavern lay a number of unclothed humans, all ragged and covered in dirt, with hatred and despair in their eyes.

Voldemort, with a deformed face, led a large group of extremely strange Yin corpses to visit suddenly, causing these people to show vigilant eyes and bared their teeth to block him at the entrance of the cave.

"What are you here for?" Outsiders are not welcome here!" A leading man, who was obviously dressed a little more appropriately than the others, stepped forward and said in an unkind tone.

"Bang!"

Seeing Voldemort make no move, the leading man immediately flew up, slammed into the rock above the cave, and fell down hard, passing out.

"Next time you see me, remember to talk well!" Voldemort said coldly.

….

Many people in ragged clothes saw this beating but were not afraid, and seemed to have long been accustomed to it.

They huddled together and rushed towards Voldemort, trying to bite and scratch at his body with their teeth and long nails.

Voldemort looked cold and waved his wand.

The cavern entrance was instantly emptied of a large area, leaving a wide space for Voldemort and the corpse behind him to walk.

As you go deeper into the interior of the cave, there are more and more people inside, but they are all like a hairy and blood-drinking, fierce and vicious appearance. They watched Voldemort and the many corpses in a hurry, as if they were waiting for an order to rush up and bite as hard as they could.

"Who dares to make trouble here?" A tall man stepped out of the deepest part of the cavern menacingly, "Is there anyone in this area who doesn't know whose territory this is?"

The tall man, with his gray hair and beard, menacing expression, sharp teeth when he spoke, and long yellow nails on his fingers made him look almost like a beast.

However, when he saw the comer, he was instantly stunned in place, losing the momentum he had just had.

"You...... You...... Are you ......" his voice trembled, and then he knelt directly on one knee, "Lord Dark Lord, you...... You're not dead!"

"Long time no see, Fenrir Greyback." Voldemort said in a cold voice, "Is that how you welcomed my return?"

"I didn't take care of my men and made you laugh." Fenrir Greyback lowered his head, his eyes sharpened, and then he made a leap to the side of the leader at the beginning.

His eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light, and he opened his bloody mouth and suddenly bit the man's neck, biting it directly into two pieces.

"Lord Dark Lord, will this make you angry?" Greyback lifted his blood-stained face from the pool of blood and looked at Voldemort.

"Good." Voldemort laughed, "Since you're so sensible, I've got an important opportunity for you."

"Haven't you always wanted to subdue the hordes of werewolves on the Romanian side? No problem, these Yin Corpses will be your most capable men. If that's not enough, I've got an endless collection of corpses hidden in a cave on the waterfront in London, at your disposal......

「…… My request is that all the werewolves over there must be subdued under your command within two months!"

……

Contrary to the scenario where Voldemort was

, a peaceful, joyful atmosphere in Hogwarts Castle.

The torturous exam week is finally over, and the little wizards have gotten rid of the pain of revision and the worry about the exam. Moreover, the results will not be officially announced until a week later, which means that before that, even the worst little wizard will have a whole week of carefree time.

The weather in June is still hot, but that doesn't stop the joy in the castle.

On the shores of the Black Lake, a giant octopus is lying basking in the warm, shallow water, and the Wesley twins and their roommate Lee Jordan are gently playing with its tentacles.

"Professor, I haven't seen you go out for a while, is it because the exam paper has been corrected?" George scratched the suction cups on the tentacles of the large octopus as he looked back at a large tree next to the Black Lake.

….

It was a tall pine tree, and in the scorching summer sun, it cast a large shade with its lush foliage, enveloping the silver-haired figure leaning against the trunk in the cool shade.

Dracula leaned silently against the trunk of the pine sylvestris sylvestris sylvestris, ignoring George's question and staring at the crystal ball in his hand.

The Dark Moon in the crystal ball had turned from dark to bright, and was now quietly spinning in the center of the sphere.

This is a signal from Romania.

When the Dark Moon becomes brighter, the vampire community in Romania has a special situation, but it doesn't really matter, and Dracula doesn't have to come to the aid and help.

It is only when the Dark Moon turns into a bright red Blood Moon that it means that the people over there are in an emergency that they cannot resist and need to be rescued by the Vampire Count.

Dracula waited at Hogwarts for a week, until the entire exam week had passed, and the moon in this crystal ball showed no signs of turning into a blood moon. This means that they can handle this special situation well.

Or maybe they just want to see Dracula.

This is actually normal, after all, Dracula has just sent the crystal ball over for less than a year, and this year is just a short moment for the vampire clan, so they will not encounter any special situation in this instant.

And they and Dracula haven't seen each other for a hundred years, so it's inevitable that they won't miss each other.

Thinking of this, Dracula sighed softly.

He didn't want to go back to Romania. Because he knew that when he returned to Brown Castle, he would have a lot of trouble waiting for him to deal with.

At the beginning of the school year, he was curious about the current state of the Romanian vampire community, and questioned Quirrell at the time.

However, for Dracula, traveling to Romania to learn about the vampire community in person is not complicated, but just a matter of using a dark moon to teleport magic.

As for why he didn't, the root cause was the same, because he didn't want to go back to Romania.

Seeing the bright Dark Moon still spinning in the orb, Dracula pursed his lips and withdrew the crystal ball into his pocket.

"Professor, can you hear us?"

As his thoughts returned, Dracula suddenly heard Fred's voice ringing from the shore of the lake.

Dracula looked at the lake and saw that the twins had left behind the big octopus basking in the sun and ran towards the pine sylvestris where he was.

"Is there anything wrong with you two?" Dracula had a headache when he saw these two goods, and asked angrily.

"Professor, since you have the leisure to go out today, you must have finished grading the test papers, right?" George blinked and looked at him expectantly.

Fred also looked at him with a sparkling gaze, "yes, Professor, are you sure who will get those three amulets?"

"None of you two anyway, what are you expecting?" Dracula raised an eyebrow.

These two people are not usually such ignorant people.

At this time, the twins' roommate, Lee Jordan, ran over out of breath.

"Professor, I'm reporting!

Fred and George made another bet." Lee Jordan wiped the sweat from his black face and complained, "They bet that Cedric and Hermione Granger can get the amulet you made and are going to make a big profit."

"Hey, Lee, how can you betray us?" The twins looked at Lee Jordan with disgruntled eyes, "Okay, let's make money together?"

"Are you embarrassed to say that?" Lee Jordan protested loudly, "Last time, I was supposed to make half of the money, but what did you do in the end? Regardless of the kind, I will be divided according to the total number of coins, and half of what I have been given is all copper nat!"

「……」

Dracula looked at Fred and George, who couldn't be idle at all, and shook his head speechlessly.

"If you're too idle, come and help me mark the papers." He stretched out an umbrella and stepped out of the shade, "You're disappointed, I didn't actually plan to change the paper myself."

……

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Ripples of dust