Chapter 702 The Story of Voldemort

There was silence, and then Lucius Malfoy stepped out, his trembling voice coming from under his mask.

"Master, omnipotent master, we are eager to know, and beg you to tell us how you accomplished this, this miracle, and came back to us..." he said respectfully, and glanced at him. Next to the vampire named Durand.

Voldemort, you just mentioned the help of vampires, which all Death Eaters are curious about.

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

In addition, everyone wants to know who is the Death Eater who has been hiding in Hogwarts and helped Voldemort to resurrect successfully.

Not surprisingly, he will be the person most trusted and relied on by Voldemort, and he will be the object they need to curry favor with.

Past experience told them that it was not realistic to directly please Voldemort, and there was still hope to start with those who were valued by him.

Like Lucius Malfoy, there are not a few Death Eaters with their own calculations.

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

He lolled over to Harry's side, and all eyes were on the two of them.

The big snake continued to wander there, as if it wanted to eat Ivan first.

Looking closely, Ivan can now clearly see what Voldemort looks like now.

His skin is paler than that of a skeleton, but it is not smooth, but very rough, covered with albino scales like a snake, especially on the headless head, the skin is dark and red, with a striking Disgusting complex textures.

The most striking and most frightening aspect of that flat serpentine face were the eyes.

Voldemort's eyes shone with a blood-red light, and Ivan immediately thought of the eyes of the raven he saw in the mermaid statue not long ago.

There is no emotion in the empty gaze, there is only bloodthirsty, madness and cruelty.

There are two slits in the pupil of his eyes, like a cat's eyes, it is very uncomfortable to be stared at.

And the flat nose, there are only two slits, as if there is no...

Aiwen was a little confused. Voldemort became like this because he used those black magic to transform himself?

Or is it the sequelae of the revived magic just now? Or, rather, both?

"Of course you know, they say this boy is my nemesis, don't you?" said Voldemort softly, his red eyes fixed on Harry, whose scar was so hot and painful that he almost screamed, "You You know, I wanted to kill him the night I lost my magic and sex. His mother died trying to save him, and inadvertently gave him some kind of protection, which I admit I didn't expect, I Don't touch this boy."

Voldemort touched his skin with the cool tip of a long, pale finger, and his head ached like it was going to explode.

Voldemort chuckled in his ear, removed his finger, and continued speaking to the Death Eaters.

"Friends, I admit that I miscalculated. My spell was blocked by the woman's stupid sacrifice and bounced back to myself." Voldemort smacked his lips and closed his eyes. "Ah, that pain is beyond everything, Nothing can resist it. I am stripped of my body, worse than a ghost, worse than the humblest wandering spirit..."

"Yes, I'm still alive, but I don't know what I am until now..." Voldemort opened his terrible eyes again, "I am the one who has gone farther than anyone on the road to immortality." , you know my goal, the conquest of death. Now that I have been put to the test, it appears that at least one or two of my experiments have worked, for I did not die, though the spell was deadly. However, I am like the weakest Powerless as a creature, no way to help myself, I have no desire, and every spell that can help me requires the use of a wand..."

"I remember those days and nights when I couldn't sleep, second by second, I just forced myself to live again and again, I hid in a remote forest, waiting for my loyal Death Eaters to find a way to find me " Voldemort said, looking around, "I used to firmly believe that there must be someone who would use magic that I couldn't cast by myself and give me back my body, but I waited in vain, waiting there for thirteen years... ...."

There was another shudder in the Death Eater circle, and Voldemort allowed the horror to escalate in silence.

"At that time, I only had one magic left, and I could attach it to other people. But I didn't dare to go to crowded places, because I knew that Aurors were still looking for me everywhere, and they knew I was in that forest, Deng Bullido has not given up his intention to destroy me completely!" Voldemort said slowly, "I sometimes possess animals, and snakes are of course my favorite. But being on them is not much better than being a pure ghost, because they Their bodies are not suitable for magic, and my possession shortened their lifespan, and they didn't live long..."

"Then, four years ago, my resurrection seemed to be promising. A young, foolish, gullible wizard walked into the forest where I was staying, and I happened to run into it. Oh, it seemed like the chance I'd been dreaming of, Because he was a teacher at Dumbledore's school!" said Voldemort.

Both Ivan and Harry knew that he was referring to Quirrell, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts in Harry's first grade.

"He was easily manipulated by me. He brought me back to the country. I later attached to him, watched him closely, and directed him to carry out my orders. But my plan failed. I did not steal the Philosopher's Stone. There is no guarantee Immortal. I'm thwarted, and Harry Potter thwarted again!"

There was another silence, there was no movement, even the leaves were still.

The Death Eaters remained motionless, their gleaming eyes staring at Voldemort, then at Harry.

"The servant died after I left his body, and I was as weak as ever," continued Voldemort. "I return to that remote hiding place, and I do not want to boast to you that I was not worried. I can never regain my magic again. Yes, it was probably my darkest period, I can't hope for another wizard to come to my door, and I don't even imagine that a Death Eater cares about my situation!"

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

"And then, less than a year ago, when I had almost given up hope, hope finally appeared!" Voldemort paused before continuing, "I waited for the arrival of a group of vampires, a group of vampires with the same great ancestors as myself! "8 For more exciting novels, welcome to visit our Reading Academy