Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

A silence, then Lucius Malfoy came out and his trembling voice rang from under the mask.

“Master, master of all things, we are eager to know and beg you to tell us how you have done this, this miracle, and returned to us...” he respectfully said, looking at the vampire named Durand beside him.

Voldemort, you just mentioned vampire help, and all the Death Eaters are curious about it.

What role did the vampires play in it, and what was their deal with Voldemort?!

In addition, we all wonder who the Death Eater is, who has hidden in Hogwarts to help Voldemort succeed in his resurrection.

Not surprisingly, he will be the person most trusted and relied upon by Voldemort and the object of their need for a knot.

Past experiences have taught them that it is unrealistic to please Voldemort directly, and that there is hope for those who receive his attention.

Death Eaters, like Lucius Malfoy, are not a minority with their own calculations.

“It's a long story, Lucius!” Voldemort said, showing a cruel smile, "the story begins and ends with my little friend. ”

He lazily walked to Harry and the whole circle looked at them both.

The serpent continues to roam there, seemingly trying to eat Ivan first.

At close range, Ivan is now able to see exactly what Voldemort looks like now.

His skin was paler than a skull, but not smoother, but rather very rough, with whitened scales like snakes, especially on a head without hair, dark, red, with disgusting and complex lines.

The most eye-catching and scary thing about that flat snake face is the eyes.

Voldemort's eyes flashed a blood-red light, reminding Ivan of seeing the crow's eyes in a mermaid statue not long ago.

Empty eyes have no emotions in them, some are just bloodthirsty, crazy and cruel.

His eyelids are two stitches, and it's uncomfortable to be watched like a cat's eye.

And that flat nose, just two stitches, as if it didn't...

Ivan is a little confused. Was Voldemort turned into this because of the black magic that transformed him?

Or the after-effects of that resurrected magic just now? Or both?

“Of course you do. They say this boy is my star, don't they?” Voldemort softly said, his red eyes staring at Harry, Harry's scar hurting so hot that he almost screamed, "You all know that the night I lost my magic and flesh, I wanted to kill him. His mother died trying to save him, inadvertently giving him some protection, which I admit I didn't expect, and I couldn't touch the boy. ”

Voldemort touched his skin with an icy fingertip with a slender, pale finger, his head hurting like it was about to explode.

Voldemort smiled softly in his ear, moving his fingers and continuing to speak to the Death Eaters.

“Friends, I admit I missed. My spell was blocked by that woman's foolish sacrifice and bounced back on me.” What's wrong with Voldemort? Shut your eyes, "Ah, that kind of pain is beyond everything, nothing can resist it. I was stripped of my flesh, less than a ghost, less than the meanest soul..."

“Yes, I'm still alive, but I don't know what I am, until now...” Voldemort opened those terrible eyes again, "People I've walked farther than anyone else on the path of eternal life, you know my goal, conquer death. Now that I've been tested, it seems that at least one or two of my experiments have worked, because I'm not dead, even though that spell is deadly. Yet I am powerless like the weakest creature, unable to help myself, I have no flesh, and every spell that can help me requires the use of a wand..."

“I remember that day and night when I couldn't keep my eyes open, I just repeatedly forced myself to live, and I hid in a distant forest, waiting for my faithful eaters to find a way to find me.” Voldemort said, looking around, "I once firmly believed that there would be someone to use the magic that I couldn't do myself, to give me back a flesh, but I waited for nothing, white waited there for 13 years..."

Death Eaters' circles beat another chill, and Voldemort escalated terror in silence.

“There was only one magic left at the time, and I could attach it to others. But I was afraid to go to a crowded place because I knew Awlo was still looking for me everywhere, and they knew I was in that forest, and Dumbledore had not given up his intention to completely destroy me!” Voldemort said slowly, "I sometimes attach to animals, and snakes are of course my favorite. But not much better on them than being pure ghosts, because their bodies are not suitable for magic, and my possessions shorten their lifespan, and they don't last long..."

“Later, four years ago, my resurrection seemed hopeful. A young foolish, easy-to-get wizard walked into the forest where I set foot, and I accidentally hit him. Oh, that seems to be my dream opportunity, because he's a teacher at Dumbledore's school!” Voldemort said.

As Ivan and Harry both know, he refers to Chilo, Harry's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in first grade.

“He was susceptible to me, and he brought me back to the country, and then I attached myself to him, watching him closely and guiding him in the execution of my orders. But my plan failed. I didn't steal the magic stone. I couldn't guarantee immortality. I was defeated. I was defeated again by Harry Potter! ”

Another moment of silence, without a trace of movement, even the leaves were still.

The Death Eaters did not move, and their sparkling eyes on the mask stared at Voldemort, then at Harry.

“The servant died after I left his body, and I became as weak as ever.” Voldemort went on to say, "I went back to that distant hiding place, and I didn't want to exaggerate to you that I wasn't worried I'd never be able to restore my magic again. Yes, that's probably the darkest time of my life, I can't hope another wizard comes to my door, and I no longer fantasize about which Death Eater cares about my condition! ”

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

“Then, less than a year ago, when I almost gave up hope, hope finally appeared!” Voldemort stopped for a moment before continuing, “I waited for a bunch of vampires, a bunch of vampires with the same great ancestors as I had! ”