Chapter 174 Reaching Consensus

Voldemort, who was hiding in the darkness, didn't seem to expect Brian to say this. He paused and said in a somewhat sarcastic tone: "Cooperation? You?"

"Yes, cooperation." Brian nodded, "You have your power, and I have my own approach. To many extents, our cooperation is the best..."

"But you should know that only people of the same level have the possibility of cooperation." Voldemort's voice said softly, but with a deep chill.

"Of course, I know." Brian smiled, "But if you want to put it bluntly, you are not qualified to say such things to me now..."

Voldemort made no sound, and countless snakes were swimming around.

"I said, I have no ill intentions. On the contrary, I came to you to cooperate with good intentions." Brian raised the corner of his mouth, "Who told my father to be your follower?"

"Breaking the Wizarding Secrecy is not an easy task. Even someone as powerful as Grindelwald has failed, and your power can be said to be far inferior to him. This is not something that one or two people can accomplish."

Brian raised his face slightly and looked at the stars that flickered under the cover of leaves, and said softly: "So, of course I will help you resurrect and reach a certain tacit understanding."

"Very interesting..." Voldemort said indifferently, "Then, what do you want me to do?"

"Come back and gather your forces." Brian tilted his head slightly, "I said that more people need to be involved in this matter. We are natural... allies."

Voldemort made a sound that was either a laugh or a snort.

"Very well, I agree," he said.

"Then, let's stop talking about cooperation for now. Let's talk about your resurrection first..." The smile on Brian's face became even stronger.

"How do you want to be resurrected?" He said softly, "With an unbreakable oath, you can trust me."

Voldemort was silent for a moment and said: "I know an ancient black magic that can restore me to my original body. I need three powerful medicines, the flesh of my servant, the bones of my father, and the blood of my enemy..."

"I'm curious, why didn't Professor Quirrell resurrect you like this when you were in first grade?" Brian put a hand on his chin, "It's not that difficult..."

"Obviously, I was too greedy at that time." Voldemort said softly, "Reshaping a body with the help of the Sorcerer's Stone will make me stronger, much stronger than before..."

"Well, the Philosopher's Stone has been destroyed by Dumbledore." Brian said calmly.

"It's easy to meet the conditions for your resurrection." Brian glanced at Peter Pettigrew, who was fainting on the side. His eyes moved uneasily in his eye sockets, and it was obvious that he had woken up at some point.

"No, I don't want to be resurrected casually." Voldemort sneered, "I have been weak for so many years, and I have to get something... I want Harry Potter's blood to help me resurrect."

Brian couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and said softly: "He is closely protected by Dumbledore. Are you afraid of falling on his head again?"

"Three times and you haven't learned your lesson? I kind of believe that boy is really your nemesis." Brian said slowly.

"That boy is good for nothing!" Voldemort said in a sharp and cold tone, "If Dumbledore hadn't protected him, if his mother hadn't left a protective magic on him... I want to get the magic in his blood... …”

"Then what's your plan?" Brian tilted his head and asked.

Voldemort fell silent.

"Dumbledore's protection on Harry Potter is very tight," Brian said softly. "His mother's magic protects him. He will be protected as long as he is under the care of relatives, so you can't touch him during the holidays. he."

"As for the Quidditch World Cup, you don't have the ability to kidnap him among so many wizards in the Ministry of Magic. And in Hogwarts, how are you going to kidnap him under Dumbledore's nose?"

"I have reason to believe that Dumbledore has cast a lot of protective magic on Potter. As long as Potter is attacked or teleported away from Hogwarts, Dumbledore will immediately know and chase after him... This paragraph Time, you don’t have time to use him to resurrect him.”

Voldemort became even more silent, and even the snakes swimming beside him stopped.

"However, I happened to get some useful information." Brian suddenly smiled.

"First, in the next school year, the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts. If Harry Potter can be selected to become a warrior...you know, in order to ensure the fairness and justice of the competition, Dumbledore had to cancel him The protective spell placed on Potter... only during competition events, of course."

"This is indeed a good opportunity..." the sharp voice said with deep thought, "but neither you nor Wormtail can do it. Only the professor has the opportunity to interfere during the game."

"Then, second news, I know that you have a loyal servant who escaped from Azkaban..." Brian narrowed his eyes and said, "Barty Crouch Jr. After you lost power, he He was captured in Azkaban, and later, his mother used Polyjuice Potion to replace him, and died in the cell on his behalf."

"And Barty Crouch Jr. has been locked up at home by his father, controlled by the Imperius Curse."

"Very useful news," Voldemort said.

"Yes, if you can rescue him and let him replace the new professor who took office this year..." Brian blinked, "The curse you cast on the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor position will help you. "

"Interesting, it seems I can prepare early." Voldemort shouted, "Come here, Wormtail! I know you are awake..."

Peter Pettigrew shrank, climbed up from the ground tremblingly, glanced at Brian in fear with his watery little eyes, and then walked obediently to the shadow where Voldemort was.

"Take me back!" Voldemort ordered.

"Yes, Master..." Wormtail said timidly.

He emerged from the darkness holding something in his hands. The thing looked like a curled-up baby, with scales on its body and dark red skin like injured tender flesh. It had thin, soft arms and legs, and held a wand in its soft hand. On the head is a flat snake face with a pair of sparkling red eyes.

Brian looked at him, and those red eyes looked at him with indifference.

Brian frowned and looked away, unwilling to look any further.

"Look what I have become..." the thing said coldly.

Brian thought for a while, took out a large tablecloth from his bag and threw it to Pettigrew, interrupting: "Wrap it up, I don't want to see it." It hurt his eyes.

"..." Voldemort's eyes looked angry and cold, like an evil ghost who chose people to devour.

"Master?" Peter Pettigrew asked Voldemort's opinion with his eyes, and wrapped him tightly in a tablecloth as if he was being pardoned, with an expression of relief on his face.

He hesitated for a moment, and instead of carrying the bundle behind his back, he held it in his arms. The expression on his face was twitching, showing disgust and fear.

Brian stayed away from him and said, "You can find your own way to go back. I'll leave first."

Ignoring Peter Pettigrew's pleading eyes, he turned around and left.

"Those plans require your cooperation, Brian." Voldemort's voice came through the baggage, seeming a little muffled.

"Okay, you can contact me through this." Brian threw a badge to Wormtail. This is a technology he restored by studying the contact badges of the Death Sect. It can communicate remotely and give location, which is somewhat similar to the Dark Mark.

"I hope you...have a smooth journey." Brian said with a smile.

He turned around and walked into the dense woods, returning to the small town outside the black forest.

It was getting late, and Brian walked into a hotel. The angry front desk lady handed him a key, and then lay down to sleep again.

Brian entered his room, which seemed not very clean. He used various cleaning spells to clean it several times before sitting on the edge of the bed.

Outside the window is the endless black forest. Under the moonlight, it looks like a dark abyss.

"Oh, it hurts my eyes." Brian sighed. He has no appetite for dinner tonight.