Chapter 292 Fumo Alliance

Although Voldemort kept silent, the changing expression on his snake face revealed his inner vacillation and struggle at the moment.

Voldemort was afraid of death.

Although fear of death is the innate nature of every person and every living being, it can be said that among all the characters that appeared in the seven original books, Voldemort was undoubtedly the most afraid of death. He was willing to sacrifice his soul, his handsome appearance, and even all the costs to escape death.

Voldemort certainly knew that he would not die, but he had gone through thirteen years of hardships to finally get to this point, to reshape his body, restore his previous strength, and return to his peak state. There was also a lot of luck involved in this - Voldemort could not use a wand or perform most magic in the residual soul state.

He needed an assistant, or a servant.

As long as there was a loyal servant, he could let the other party use the magic he had researched to help him recreate a body.

Four years ago, when he was still living in the Albanian jungle, the professor named Quirrell came to him. Although his magic power was not weak, his mind was very weak. It was a great opportunity for Voldemort, but he was eventually calculated by Dumbledore and failed. Of course, he did not gain nothing. At least that time, he knew the truth about his death at the hands of Potter.

It was an ancient blood protection spell. There was nothing strange about Potter. He was just careless and was killed by a one-year-old child.

The really hateful one was Dumbledore, the hypocrite. He usually looked upright, but he was more sophisticated than any scheming person when calculating himself. He obviously believed the prophecy and wanted to train this boy named Potter to deal with himself. Based on the remaining power of the blood protection spell, he added a new spell again and perfected the entire blood protection magic-from then on, the power related to himself could no longer touch the boy.

It was precisely because he didn't know this that he eventually fell into Dumbledore's calculations. The moment Quirrell touched Potter, Quirrell was wiped out, and he once again lost a servant he could rely on.

"Hehe, Dumbledore, you may be complacent about your own schemes, you probably didn't think... I have figured out a way to crack it, I used the boy's blood as the raw material for my resurrection, I have obtained the protection of the blood magic in his blood, I no longer need to be afraid of touching him, hahahaha..." - This is Voldemort's idea.

Of course, because he lost his servant, Voldemort could only choose to lie dormant again.

The goddess of luck once again favored him and brought him Peter Pettigrew. Although Peter Pettigrew was full of lies and afraid of death, he still brought himself the opportunity to revive and return, and he successfully seized the opportunity this time.

Now, a new problem has arisen.

Including Peter Pettigrew, all the Death Eaters have betrayed him. If he died here again, even if he was immortal, would he still be lucky enough to be favored by the goddess of luck for the third time and have another chance to be resurrected?

Voldemort didn't dare to gamble.

Morgan could see that Voldemort was already tempted, and knowing that the time was ripe, he invested the last chip: "As a gift to welcome you to join us, I can give you a precious piece of information for free - the fact that you made multiple Horcruxes has actually been discovered by Dumbledore and Schelling. They probably have mastered it, or have destroyed some of your Horcruxes -"

"What did you say!" Voldemort, who had been pretending to be cold, finally couldn't help showing a shocked expression and cried out.

Morgan ignored Voldemort's reaction and continued to speak: "If you join us, we can arrange people to help you retrieve your Horcrux, and arrange people to guard it tightly. I can guarantee that Dumbledore will be included-" Morgan's two-color pupils sparkled like gems, and she whispered: "No one can easily take away your Horcrux!"

Voldemort's face changed from shock at the beginning, then turned to disbelief, and finally stopped in despair.

From Morgan's words, he understood one thing-he has always felt too good about himself. He thought that making multiple Horcruxes was his biggest secret, but in fact, so many people have known about this matter all along.

Morgan's words clearly meant that she knew about the Horcruxes a long time ago and had already mastered at least one of his Horcruxes!

Voldemort was confident in the Horcruxes he had hidden in the Room of Requirement and the seaside cave, but the one in the Gaunt House was too obvious. This Horcrux was most likely to fall into the hands of the Dragon Shadow. Although he had set up some traps and protections in the Gaunt House, they were aimed at a hypocritical white wizard like Dumbledore. He didn't think that the black magic above could stump Morgan, a black witch from a thousand years ago.

Finally, Voldemort's face stopped changing. He exhaled a long breath, nodded slowly, and said, "I agree to join you, but this does not mean that I am willing to obey any of your commands - I want to have a certain degree of autonomy, at least time to act freely..."

"A wise decision!" Morgan smiled, and she was not surprised by Voldemort's choice. "Don't worry, as the most notorious and powerful Dark Lord in our time, you deserve the highest respect from all members of our organization. You After joining us, I promise you that no one will dare to boss you around. We will seek sincere cooperation with you and are very willing to help you achieve your ambitions and goals.”

Although Voldemort was forced to bow his head to reality, he would not lose his pride as a generation of Dark Lord. He said in a cold tone: "Do you know my ambitions and goals?"

"This is natural. Since we dare to recruit you, we are naturally somewhat sure -" Morgan smiled faintly, but the confidence in his tone was unquestionable, "More than ten years ago, under your leadership, The Death Eaters launched the First Wizarding War, and the slogan of that war was 'Destroy the wizard traitors and the lowly bloodlines that steal wizard magic', indicating that your goal is to establish a kingdom ruled by pure-blood families with an iron fist. The one-man society——"

"Actually, this war is far from your goal. At best, it is just a process and a means for you to achieve your personal ideals... Your goal is-"

"Let your name 'Voldemort' - bring despair and fear to the whole world, let the whole world - not just the small land of Great Britain - remember your name firmly, let your name become A black legend for all eternity!”

Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly, but raised the corners of his mouth slightly, obviously these words were very useful to him.

Morgan nodded, "Our organization's goals do not conflict with yours - in fact, as a mysterious organization that exists in the darkness like a shadow, we need a figure like you to serve as our spokesperson and represent us in the world. Act on the surface - and you can also use our power to destroy your enemies and establish your kingdom of darkness..."

"Very good!" The fierce red light lit up in Voldemort's pupils again, "I believe you this time. Our joint cooperation is indeed a perfect combination..."