Chapter 372 The Dark Lord's Fear

"Madam, walk slowly, our store will always provide the highest quality products."

The handsome boy showed a perfect smile, which almost made Mrs. Morik, who came to buy, almost lose control of her obsession. The waiter recently hired by this potion shop was very good in both appearance and hospitality. It's so good that it's hard not to want to come back next time.

‘Well, if you use up the potion this time, you can come back next time. It’s a bit expensive, but the quality is guaranteed. ’

She left with some reluctance, and where she couldn't see, the store owner looked at his new clerk with a happy face and nodded with satisfaction.

The strength is a bit lacking, but that's not a big problem - with this face, even the weekly salary plus five galleons is worth it. Of course, it's also great to be able to maintain the status quo.

After verbally encouraging the other party, he happily turned around and entered the back of the shop, preparing to go to the potion workshop. Thanks to Merlin, Hogwarts had developed new herb cultivation technology, which reduced the price of most potions. He suppressed it forcefully, making business easier now.

The cheaper the magic potion is and the more talented people are using it, the more his shop can prosper!

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'Another damn fool. ’

Tom Riddle laughed internally, but felt no pleasure at all.

He didn't even dare to think deeply - because it would affect the fear deep inside him.

Yes, fear, fear of losing power, losing perception.

He has been resurrected for a whole month, but his previous plans have not been achieved at all - the design of the future, the conquest of the magical world, and the escape from the defeated reputation, all disappeared about a week ago.

'Damn Mundungus, damn...Voldemort. ’

He probably understood what was happening, but there was nothing he could do about it.

The resurrection in Azkaban had serious sequelae - normally, there are two ways for a Horcrux to cultivate the soul inside it into a complete human being.

The first is to control a wizard through deception, inducement, and threats, using the other person as nutrients, absorbing the other person's soul and body as nutrients, and then completely constructing a body that belongs to the protected soul.

The second is to use various potions to maintain and nourish the soul, and then use ancient ritual magic to build a physical body for the strong soul.

But his resurrection was different. Mundungus was only emotionally affected by the Horcrux, and then was sent to Azkaban - the dementors began to devour his emotions, and the time when he was almost emotionless became the Horcrux. The time of growing up, the new feelings after the dementor's meal and the despair that filled the prison strengthened the soul and allowed him to be reborn.

He successfully possessed Mundungus and even gained control of the body, even pressing Mundungus and completing most of the construction of the new body.

However, everything changed a week ago - at that time, he was preparing to complete the last step, but briefly lost control of his power.

The power of Mundungus, who was struggling to survive, began to fight back. Although he was quickly suppressed again, part of the power he was proud of was also forcibly taken away, making him weaker than ever before.

After thinking for a long time, he finally painfully came to the conclusion that there was only one person who could have an impact on his control of power, himself.

No, to be precise, it was him who should have died long ago, who was half-dead by a child, Voldemort!

That stupid guy had some shitty luck and his strength actually started to recover!

It was because that stupid guy started to regain his strength that the power of the Horcrux's resurrection temporarily became ineffective! These are the rules of the magical world!

The function of a Horcrux is not to copy another self. When the maker shows signs of recovery, even if the Horcrux is touched, the resurrection process cannot be started!

As cruel as the Ministry of Magic's time-turner!

As the most outstanding graduate of Hogwarts, he used that thing with massive restrictions when he was in school!

This scared him - even the people he hated the most changed. Whether it was Harry who boasted about defeating him, or Mundungus who refused to surrender, nothing made him feel as disgusted as Voldemort.

‘But, it doesn’t matter, I can wait, this body is young enough. ’

Even if his power is weakened, he can still rely on many things, such as this face that disgusts him, such as his amazing foundation in potions.

'Albus Dumbledore, you left a biography. Hogwarts under your control created electric lights and herbal cultivation. However, it is still my power, prosperous herbs, and new potion making. Brand new knowledge. ’

He had read a legend in that book - Dumbledore was good at divination, but there was no doubt that he should have wasted his potential with Grindelwald, otherwise, he would not have made a big mistake when he met him later.

‘It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter whether it’s potion, transformation, or ritual magic, I will restart the ritual and take the route of resurrection again. By then, no one can stop me. ’

He continued to smile, his handsome face became distorted, and a name emerged in his heart.

'And him, Voldemort, this name can only be used by one person, and I will take it back. ’

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"You damn Wormtail!"

A face so ugly that people couldn't look directly at it roared, it was now attached to the back of a snake, and not far away, was a creepy corpse, like a baby, wrinkled, but the face was so distorted that it would give everyone nightmares that night.

"Ah?"

Wormtail made a stupid sound, and then, the severe pain made him kneel on the ground, curled up, struggled, tears, saliva, and snot mixed together, covering his blurred face.

"Um..."

He let out a low, baby-like sob.

This made the face that couldn't fit because the place was too small even more distorted.

He had never seen such a stupid subordinate!

But sadly, Voldemort currently only had this unloyal follower.

Although it was a mess, and even clumsily killed the body he just had, but it was still a little bit of strength.

He could even start the second test of building a body, making himself stronger again, and then resurrected.

If everything goes well, he will recover some magic power.

But when he cast his eyes on the servant who had just been punished, he was shaken.

The fearless Dark Lord felt the power of fear. He did not expect a good second attempt. If nothing unexpected happened, his resurrected body would probably die again.

‘At least, I can still accumulate some strength…’