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Chapter 474 Tom and Voldemort
'Here it comes again, here it comes again!'

Tom leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and tried to fight the weakness that was coming.

His handsome face suddenly turned pale, causing the witches who came to patronize the shop to gather around him with concern.

"What's the matter with you, Tom?"

"Is everything alright?"

"Hey, is it okay? Here is a vitality potion."

A mess of potions were stuffed in front of them, and then poured in. During this time, several witches looked at each other - you are old witches in your thirties or forties, why are you surrounding Tom like that!!!
The boss not far away was happy to see this happen - after all, the medicine they were feeding was sold by themselves, so in theory it should be safe.

Of course, if someone sneaked in aphrodisiacs or something...

It is not impossible.

He was a good boss and wouldn't interfere in his employees' private lives - it wasn't like he couldn't give Tom a commission if he could sell some supplements.

But it seemed that these witches did not do so. They just fed Tom some potion with concern, and did nothing more after seeing that Tom's face looked normal again.

What made him even more regretful was that they actually started to accuse him of not being considerate of his employees and of being too harsh on Tom.

Merlin's socks!

They were the ones who expected to see people every time they came, and they were the ones who blamed Tom for working too long shifts. If they were not big customers, he would have lost his temper long ago.

"In that case, Tom, you can go back and have a rest. I'll take care of the store. Don't worry, two days of vacation are enough. It's the paid kind."

He gritted his teeth, forced a smile and spoke kindly, then let his top clerk leave.

-

'What the hell did he do!'

Tom covered his head with his hands. He could feel his own weakness now. If he hadn't relied on drinking potions to recuperate himself during this period, he suspected that he would have collapsed and lost the body in front of him under that damn impact.

After finally reaching the rented house, he collapsed behind the door, struggled to crawl into the room, and used his wand weakly to tap it several times before he got the potion.

'I don't want to continue to be a humble and weak soul fragment, lying in that damn little box and waiting without knowing anything!'

With hatred, he drank the dangerous potion in one gulp.

The handsome face began to distort, and miserable screams kept coming out of his mouth. The box on his neck that was originally used to hold the soul emitted a faint green light, hanging on to his last hope of life, preventing this body made up of resentment and Mendon from collapsing.

After a long time, he finally moved his fingers weakly and let out a long breath.

'Survived.'

He raised his arms, but it was difficult.

After about a minute, he finally saw his pale and thin hands.

"Voldemort, I'm still alive. Even if you're resurrected, what does it matter? I will kill you and take back that name!"

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"Master, hey, master."

Wormtail drooled as he looked at the baby-sized creature boiling in the pot. He pulled the silver thread so long that it even dripped into the crucible.

Voldemort looked at him with disdain but said nothing. He just tilted his head hard to prevent his saliva from falling on the body he had just condensed.

He had tried hard not to think about what was in the previous potion - a potion that could condense the body was a good potion.

He was seriously injured in Hogwarts. If there was no Horcrux in Hogwarts, he would have been kept there forever by Dumbledore. Even after escaping, he lay drowsy for a long time - if Wormtail hadn't appeared, he wouldn't have been able to condense a simple body.

It's a pity that this cowardly guy is now stupid and foolish, and often does wrong things. He can't change even under his command and coercion.

'Has this been kissed by a Dementor? Why is he so stupid?'

"Hey, Master..."

Wormtail leaned over, and a silver thread began to sway in the air as he moved, floating towards Voldemort, whose body had just condensed in the crucible.

"Stop it..."

Voldemort stopped talking—but not because he stopped, but because the thing floated over.

But fortunately, he recovered a little strength - the crucible floated and slowly fell to the ground.

"Eh? He can fly, the master can fly!"

Wormtail stupidly stretched out his hand, pointing at the crucible, and smiled innocently - as if he and the baby-sized guy in front of him had exchanged faces. He should have smiled indifferently, and should have controlled his expression like an adult, but he was in a bad state like a three-year-old baby.

"Shut up, Wormtail! Now, immediately, go out and trick a wizard over here!"

Voldemort's red eyes stared at Wormtail, but he stopped immediately after speaking.

It's like this - it's fine to go out and kidnap someone, but if you don't get kidnapped, you'll be considered a success.

Moreover, he didn't believe that Dumbledore, the guy who would ambush people in the school, would not keep an eye on this place. If Dumbledore came to the door, he would be doomed.

The most important thing is that having a body can certainly allow him to accumulate strength, but it also means that he must eat - without Wormtail, he would probably starve to death here and turn into that ghost-like thing again.

'But if Wormtail cooks...'

Voldemort tried hard not to let his imagination run wild, but a second silver thread appeared at the corner of Wormtail's mouth...

"Take me out, forget it, just stand still and don't move."

Voldemort raised his ridiculously small hands, and two vines appeared behind Wormtail, and then the cauldron flew up and was tied to it.

If he held him up, it would probably save a lot of energy and be more conducive to recovery, but Voldemort considered it and gave up this energy-saving method.

"Walk around the forest and see if any wizards come in."

Voldemort warned - if there was any hope, he would like to control a wizard who can cook.

He even missed Hufflepuff.

Although he didn't like that academy, he had to admit that the wizards who graduated from them were much better at cooking - and because they focused their energy on food magic, they were much easier to control.

But now I can only go with the flow.

If he still couldn't find it in three hours, he would have to tell Wormtail to start cooking - he was too fragile and had to eat on time.

"That Nagini thing, it would be great if she could recover, but unfortunately she can't..."

Voldemort shook his head and had no intention of calling his venomous snake friend.

Wormtail's behavior can at least arouse sympathy, but when the snake appears, how can the strange wizard control it?
"I hope I will have good luck - no, I will definitely have good luck!"

He stuck his head out of the cauldron, looking at the surrounding trees and the sunlight that barely seeped out, "Let's go, Wormtail!"

(End of this chapter)