Spotted By Grindelwald And Went To Hogwarts Chapter 558: Resurrection, coins and memories
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"I can't wait..." Voldemort sighed in a hoarse and dry voice.
The magical rope bound Sean's hands firmly, and his wand was roughly taken away by a returnee. Moreover, the man cast a Weakening Curse and was not at ease, and cast several binding spells on Sean under Voldemort's gaze.
Even the most powerful wizard is unable to make an effective counterattack in a short period of time after being hit by so many spells without resistance.
Sean just struggled a little, making himself appear more helpless and indignant. When the spell hit, he suddenly felt his limbs were weak, only the frequency of his heartbeat increased.
Moreover, this rope is very strange, almost completely suppressing the flow of Xiao En's magic power. There seems to be some kind of rune magic circle on the rope that can limit the magic power. He can "smell" a little bit of ancient writing.
Fortunately, he secretly hid the fragments before he was about to do so, otherwise, the fragments would fall down when his sore fists were loosened, which might be noticed by Voldemort as something wrong.
In addition, these magic power limitations, including the strange rope, are all within Sean's expectations, and he still retains countermeasures.
"Give him a better position, ha, he deserves it."
Voldemort ordered to go down, and the Returner lifted the weak Sean, and then roughly fixed him in front of a dilapidated withered statue.
The stone statue came back to life, and the half-collapsed body locked Xiao En tightly, and the mottled stone blade rested on his neck.
Sure enough, what Voldemort wanted to do first was the resurrection ceremony.
Sean's face showed anger, humiliation, struggle, and despair... However, under such an appearance, his brain was running rapidly.
Reviving Voldemort and regaining his power, this should be another scene I want to see - otherwise, the power to disrupt the situation is not strong enough, and I shouldn't get that fragment on this occasion.
However, this requires further confirmation...
My only concern is whether the revived Voldemort will disrupt the situation too much... The memory conveyed by that fragment does not mention Voldemort, only the Returner, and of course, Voldemort is now a member of the Returner.
I have to let Voldemort help me "divinate", and I must prevent him from getting the correct direction of divination...
In this case, I need a new memory to hide myself and Voldemort...Leave a "switch" so that I can wake up in time, but this "switch" must be able to guess what Voldemort will say after seeing my forged thoughts, and it will not be something else that caused me to wake up early and be discovered by Voldemort, and it cannot be something that Voldemort said with a small probability, so that my fake memory will deceive myself and cause bigger problems...
Then this "button" should also be placed in it, and I need to take the initiative to guide Voldemort.
What is Voldemort most concerned about, and being able to contact Grindelwald and Godric's Hollow...
By the way, he must have heard of that, and with his personality, he would definitely guess and associate it...
Having found a way, Sean took a deep breath and began to weave fake memories.
Fortunately, I made preparations. In order to prevent all kinds of accidents, I left a blank memory in advance... I have to thank Mr. Lockhart from hundreds of years ago, otherwise I would not be so proficient in memory spells.
However, the curse of the returner has a lot of restrictions on me, and the wandless and silent casting has also affected a lot... I need more time...
Where no one saw it, the magical power belonging to Sean was turning into silver threads one after another. Those threads got into his mind, weaving imaginary memories and thoughts on the blank scroll left in advance.
I have to delay...
Sean's single-minded effort has always been good. He maintained a stable and small output of magic power, gritted his teeth and looked at Voldemort: "What do you want to do?! You can't kill me, and you can't kill Grindelwald either!"
Voldemort seemed to have a chance to win, but he was still cuddled in the swaddling baby and let out a piercing laugh.
"Wallup, you don't know what I want to do, do you?"
Sean was suffocated when he heard the words, he took a deep breath, and tried to make his expression calmer.
"Ha, you're still a poor 'child' after all—" Voldemort sighed, "Wallep, compared to Grindelwald, you are still too immature... However, this is also the reason why I can chat with you at ease. Compared with those old immortals, your thoughts are too easy to guess."
"However, there is an old immortal who will lose his life forever tonight-" He and the returnee both laughed.
Shawn said unwillingly: "No, you have no choice. If you can trigger time fluctuations, you can directly use it to kill Grindelwald, but you didn't do that..."
Voldemort interrupted Sean, he seemed to have the leisure and elegance to play some hunter-prey dialogue with Sean, which gave him the pleasure of solving the mystery.
"No no no, Wallep, as I said, you are too immature... I can use you to do more things, of course I can't use my hole cards so quickly-look, don't you just stay here honestly?"
"Ha, don't you understand? When we have a good time together here, another guest will visit your dear teacher—tsk, without you, your teacher will die in pain..."
The more Voldemort spoke, the more excited he seemed to have seen the empty eyes of the old man who terrified him.
"Of course, if Grindelwald is lucky enough not to die, then the magic flame you left behind will come in handy—you don't think that I will really let Grindelwald live if you catch him without a fight?"
"You!" Sean's eyes were tearing apart, and he struggled desperately.
Voldemort smiled even more happily: "You are still too young, how can you raise your hands so easily when you are not sure about all this? Don't try to struggle, those spells are enough to bind you for a whole day, I know you must have mastered a lot of silent and wand casting, so I have someone limit your magic output - by the way, that rope once tied your teacher, if you are good enough, you can probably cast a fluorescent spell? .”
"You bastard! You son of a bitch!" Sean yelled.
"It's beautiful! It's so beautiful!" Voldemort has always believed that the ugly state of the prey when it struggles is far more pleasant than the moment of victory. Seeing Sean's appearance, he was not even angry at all, he just felt extremely happy.
Of course, there will be stricter confinement and more cruel torture waiting for this kid afterwards.
"You are in a hurry, Wallop—but yes, what can the poor child do? This is a dead end, you can only step into this trap helplessly and desperately, and then cry bitterly after seeing the fog—'Oh, I am such a useless thing'"
Voldemort humiliated Sean to his heart's content, and Sean also cooperated to make his eyes flushed and his body tremble slightly-this could just cover up the subtle fluctuations of magic power he emitted due to weaving the spell.
"Oh? Still trying—" Voldemort laughed loudly, "then try hard! I like you now."
As he spoke, he signaled his subordinates to bring the things over.
There was a sound of friction, and a stone crucible was pushed to the edge of the grave, in front of Sean.
The crucible is much larger than ordinary crucibles, enough to hold a person.
An unknown liquid was poured into the crucible, and the bottom of the pot lit up with magical flames, reflecting a green glow on the faces of all the people present.
The liquid inside boiled rapidly.
There is not enough time to go on like this...
Shawn struggled again, but just when he was about to continue to lure Voldemort to say a few more words, the other party took the initiative to speak again.
"Heh, Wallep——I have a doubt that I need you to answer for me. How did you find this place?" Voldemort's voice turned cold.
Shawn was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized that Voldemort had discovered that he had exchanged old Tom Riddle's bones.
"I don't know what you're talking about..." Sean showed a slightly at a loss.
"It's disgusting——" Voldemort said in disgust, "Although he is someone I hate, my father's bones are not something you can touch."
Sean completely panicked: "You..."
Voldemort smiled coldly: "Ha, you were caught so quickly, on the one hand because of Grindelwald, on the other hand, because you thought I was stepping into a trap you had prepared long ago?"
I didn't think about it, I just wanted to take the bait...
Shawn's throat moved, and then his eyes were completely desperate.
"You, you know..."
"Of course I know. My father's skeleton is one of my important materials in the future. How could I not leave any arrangement behind? However, you are very smart when you think of this... It's a pity that the intelligence of the prey just adds a few more colors to the struggle."
Some returnees waved their wands, and the tomb belonging to old Tom Riddle was opened, and the bones inside slowly floated out.
"Heh, the model you bought in Diagon Alley? The bones of the Yeti, you deliberately made them old..." Voldemort's voice became abnormal, "I will keep this skeleton and replace it for your father, and tell him that this is a gift from his son."
"How dare you!" Sean's eyes were completely red.
It seemed that he was worried that the stimulation would cause [Arrogance] to wake up. Voldemort did not continue to humiliate Sean, but just let the bones be removed with a sneer.
Sean's eyes were red: "You have already calculated all of this..."
"Of course, you thought you predicted my resurrection? It's ridiculous—well, it's time for us to start, it's your honor, Wallep——"
Voldemort breathed a sigh of relief, and then, the man who had been holding him came to the stone cauldron.
The whole surface of the water was sparkling now, as if studded with diamonds.
The chunky figure never showed his true face, making Xiao En unable to determine whether the other party was Wormtail who had never had a sense of existence.
The swaddle was untied, and the thing inside finally fully revealed its ugly and terrifying appearance—it had no hair, and seemed to have scales on its body, and its skin was dark and red, like wounded tender flesh. Its arms and legs were thin and limp, and its face--no living child had such a face--was that of a flat snake with sparkling red eyes.
Voldemort was "poured" into the pot, and there was a slight sound of collision with the bottom of the pot.
It would be good if I killed this bastard... Sean thought viciously in his heart.
It has been delayed for so long, thanks to Voldemort's tirade and humiliation to Sean, his memory has already been woven, and now it is the process of replacing it...
There was a dry and greasy sound, and the wand waved.
"Father's bone, unintentionally donated, can make your son regenerate!" The raving to the night sky attracted another grave.
A small wisp of dust answered the call and rose into the air, falling gently into the cauldron. The diamond-like surface of the liquid burst, hissing, and sparks flying, turning the liquid a vivid blue and instantly poisonous.
The chunky figure took a deep breath, then took out a handful of silver coins, and chopped off one of his hands without any hesitation.
"The servant's flesh is self-donated voluntarily, and your master can be reborn." His voice trembled.
The potion turned fiery red, as if burning blood was tumbling.
The man approached Sean with a dagger, and then cut open his arm. Blood dripped down the torn sleeve and was put into a glass bottle.
He staggered towards the cauldron with Sean's blood in his hand, and poured it into it. The liquid in the crucible immediately turned blinding white.
The cauldron was about to boil, and sparks like diamonds flew out in all directions, so bright and dazzling that everything around it became the color of black velvet.
As for Sean, a memory was completely replaced, and his expression finally became truly frightened and desperate.
The spark on the crucible went out, and a white vapor rose from the crucible.
Through the white fog in front of his eyes, Xiao En saw with horror the black figure of a man slowly rising from the cauldron, tall and thin, like a skeleton.
The black mist stirred up and turned into a man's robe. He stared at Sean intently—that face was paler than a skeleton, with two big red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's nose, and two thin slits for nostrils~IndoMTL.com~Voldemort has come back to life.
"Oh—that's wonderful..." Voldemort's voice was hoarse than the baby's before, but it was also more powerful.
"Wallup—" he showed an ecstatic expression.
Sean trembled involuntarily, and the cold sweat continued to flow from his forehead.
Voldemort first glanced at the returnees around him, then took a wand, he waved it, and the chunky figure stood up, regaining a silver-white hand.
"Thank you, thank you, great master——"
Voldemort waved lazily, motioning for the opponent to roll aside.
He came to Sean, looked at it first, then smiled and grabbed Sean's severed arm.
"It's here..."
Because of his rough movement, a chubby thing ran out of Sean's sleeve.
"No!" Sean blurted out.