Not only magic, but also life force.

But the extracted vitality did not pour into the crown, but gathered in the platform, making the light above it more and more brilliant.

Voldemort whispered.

"With a wand as a material, the power of this world is shaped into bones."

There was a flash of gold on the table.

Click, click, click-

The wand flew up, stuck on the shore of the black lake, and grew in an instant, like a tree, the branches stretched out, like a fleshless skeleton.

"With hoarfrost as the material, the power of the other world is shaped into flesh and blood."

Voldemort uttered the second sentence.

White frost descends.

When spring is approaching the summer season, the temperature suddenly becomes cold due to heavy snowstorms.

Heavy snow fell.

In the blink of an eye, a thin layer accumulates.

The students of Hogwarts all looked out the window in amazement, it was a rare thing for it to suddenly snow this season, they looked outside, if it wasn't for class, some people would already want to go out for a snowball fight, and some people secretly waved their wands to create a layer of fluff in their robes.

Dumbledore looked out the window.

Abnormal wind and snow, but not the effect of the Weather Charm.

What will it be?

Is the Wild Hunt coming?

He looked at the map of the living spots, and there were still no names on it that shouldn't have appeared at Hogwarts at this time.

He got up, took a step, and walked towards the place where Crouch was being held.

It was a sensitive moment, and he had to be careful with anything that went against him, and Harry was so attentive that he couldn't afford to hold him back.

And by the lakeside.

A large amount of hoarfrost, wind and snow, starting from the feet of the bones, spread and climb little by little, surrounding the bones, shaping a concrete and natural body.

Pale and bloodless.

"With magic as the material, my will, reshape my life."

Voldemort uttered the third sentence.

Click-

On Karkaroff's body, cracks poured out of the ash shell condensed by the spell, and the effect was still there, but his breath of life was draining faster.

Meanwhile.

The golden light on the platform was even more brilliant and dazzling.

In the ice and snow, the water of the Black Lake began to gush and seemed to be boiling.

Hogwarts Castle also shook slightly.

With a click, the golden light pried open an invisible contract.

A huge, majestic magic was drawn from it, and a pale blue, dreamlike light fell into the crown.

Click, click, click-

There were also a few small cracks in the crown.

The black mist surged, converging with the blue magic, intertwining and projecting into the flesh and blood.

A little chest trembling sound can be heard.

I started to breathe in my nose.

The crown shattered, Voldemort threw his soul into the shaping of his new body, and the effect of the Imperius Curse was completely nullified.

Karkaroff struggled only slightly, and escaped the Imperius Curse.

But.

He couldn't escape.

His body was frostbitten by white frost, he felt almost nothing, and his life force was almost completely drained, and the remaining strength was not enough to support him to make any movements.

You can only stand in place.

Watch Voldemort's resurrection.

Feel the life force continue to pass.

As Harry and Dumbledore had guessed, Voldemort would not be satisfied with the way he was resurrected two years ago.

I can live that way.

But there weren't enough chips.

Dumbledore was aging, he was still young, and he was still using dark magic to transform his body, so the resurrection might still be able to deal with Dumbledore, but a Harry who was just as powerful, and even younger, and far from the peak of his life as a wizard, was far from being able to deal with it.

So, Voldemort has always been hungry for a more powerful resurrection.

The advent of the wild hunt, the emergence of knowledge of another world.

Let him see new opportunities.

White frost is a very powerful force, but this power, if manipulated only as a spell, is afraid. There won't be much too good an effect.

Wizards of their level are hardly as naïve as young wizards, simply thinking that a powerful spell can change their lives.

For Voldemort, the most important thing is the "element".

In the world of wild hunting and witchers, the use of magic is different from the spiritual and idealistic magic of wizards, on the contrary, it is extremely materialistic, they use magic to influence the elements, and then produce different kinds of magic with different powers.

Because of this, the use of the elements by the warlock has been studied to a very deep extent.

Natural or artificial, "elemental creatures" appeared.

Voldemort was a smart man, but he was also a crazy man.

No matter what he does not hesitate to physically transform himself with black magic.

Or subjectively created six Horcruxes

He came up with a crazy idea.

Why can't you make a shell of an "elemental creature" for yourself and resurrect it in that shell?

Fire elemental, earth elemental

He doesn't like any of this.

Even if the body is constructed of elements, the best and most powerful elements must be used, and hoarfrost has naturally become his best choice, and hoarfrost is also a natural element, an element so powerful that wild hunters have to constantly travel through the world and escape from it.

It's just that being strong comes at a price.

Voldemort tried.

Karkaroff's meager magic is okay to use hoarfrost magic, but. It is not enough to mobilize so much hoarfrost, or even to construct it into the flesh.

So he got the idea of Hogwarts.

A massive, pure source of mana.

Using Karkaroff's life force as a lever, pry a gap and let the huge magic power pour out to reshape his body.

Can't actually get Hogwarts.

But. On the other hand, he and Hogwarts can no longer be separated.

The shock of the castle did not escape any of the perceptions in the castle.

Dumbledore, who had just reached the fifth floor, paused, his eyebrows furrowed even tighter.

Great Britain is an island country, but it doesn't have as many earthquakes as another island nation, not to mention, Hogwarts is protected by magic, even if there is an earthquake, magic will protect the castle from earthquakes, from the time Dumbledore studied at Hogwarts to the years when he became the headmaster, he stayed at Hogwarts for at least seventy years.

But in 70 years, I have never felt a single earthquake.

Is there now?

He picked up the map again.

This time the map was different, there were two vague names on the shores of the Black Lake, as if they had been smeared with an eraser, but they were not clean.

Dumbledore's face turned serious.

He picked up his wand and tapped it toward the map.

Mana Solid Contract.

Those two names, little by little, became clear.

"Igor Karkarov"

"Tom Riddle"

It's the two of them, already at Hogwarts?

With a wave of his wand, Dumbledore used the Headmaster's authority to apparage-

There was a snap, and it appeared around those two names.

Fox flew around him, keeping him safe.

After landing.

The wind and snow blew up the wind and obscured the sky, and Dumbledore's eyes were only a deep white.

(End of chapter)