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Chapter 553 The Dark Lord Wants to Resurrect

"This way, Lord Dark Lord."

Bertha spoke cautiously.

The madman on the other side was laughing wildly. She really hoped that he could be more normal and not make the Dark Lord angry, but this was not an easy thing to do - you couldn't expect a fool to know the rules.

"We should have been here yesterday, Bertha."

The Dark Lord in his swaddling clothes hissed in reproach.

"My apologies, but Lord Dark Lord, I'm sorry, I…I'm lost again."

"It's not your fault, Bertha. It's that despicable Crouch who should be blamed," the Dark Lord's voice was as sweet as honey. "He was discovered, but he didn't pay the slightest price. Our loyal family member, little Barty, was sent to Azkaban as a scapegoat. You see, the Ministry of Magic is always like this, full of injustice and darkness."

These words made Bertha feel that the cold wind around her was not so cold - yes, he was clearly caught, but Mr. Crouch used a ridiculous excuse to escape punishment, and she, the victim, was abandoned cleanly and neatly, and no one has come to look for her even now.

It was indeed unfair, as unfair as ever, just as the Dark Lord had said.

"You will bring me back for revenge, won't you, Lord Dark Lord?"

"Of course, Bertha, you are one of the most loyal Death Eaters. We are a family. We have the same goals and are chasing the same future."

The Dark Lord's sweet voice continued to ring, watering the bud that had sprouted due to injustice and provocation.

This is the rare help he can rely on at the moment. A fool and a forgetful Death Eater are his only remaining servants, and now, with the help of these servants, he has to regain his life.

'What else can I do? A fool, a fool, and a trustworthy snake... If a powerful and great wizard saw me, he would probably attack me immediately, right?'

The little head poked out of the cradle, looked at the dilapidated building in front of him, and sighed.

He never thought that he would return here as a loser one day - he originally used magic to confuse a takeover person to maintain this place as a backup, but even when he was at his weakest more than ten years ago, he did not expect that he would come back in this state.

"The Philosopher's Stone, I just sneaked in, but Dumbledore, that old man, targeted me like that. When did he find out that something was wrong with Quirrell?"

He originally had a more careful plan. Even if he used the Muggle's bones to resurrect, he had to combine it with a glory worthy of mention - such as Potter's blood.

Only the blood of his enemies can wash away the shame that he has endured like a ghost for more than a decade, allowing him to be resurrected happily, to rule the magical world again as the Dark Lord, and to tell them that the Dark Lord is back.

But all of this was completely destroyed after the Battle of Hogwarts.

The old immortal Dumbledore reacted more quickly than he had imagined, and was ready to strike him head-on at any time - in order to intimidate him, he even made those battle stories public.

'Arrogant and conceited Dumbledore, if you are as powerful as your autobiography, I would not just be a ghost, no, I now even have a fragile body and will be resurrected soon.'

The image of Dumbledore from a legend emerged in his mind, but was quickly shattered by the Dark Lord's firm belief.

He must be resurrected, standing in front of the entire wizarding world in his prime, and tell those Death Eaters that he, the Dark Lord, is a true legend!
'When I catch the author, I'll ask him to give me a copy of his autobiography - he's much more reliable than that Lucius guy, and if he can serve Dumbledore, then he can serve me...'

'Of course, those are just incidental. The real key is that Taylor. He will learn truly valuable knowledge from me, instead of being busy with trivial matters with that bastard Dumbledore all day long. I want him to personally build a dream for me, so that the entire magical world will know how powerful the Dark Lord is! '

The beautiful future was right before his eyes. He looked up at the Riddle family's dilapidated, leaky windows and old, dilapidated house and smiled proudly.

"Go find that Muggle, Wormtail, and tell him to come over here."

"That Muggle, that Muggle..."

Wormtail responded foolishly, then went out with a smile. Unreliable, but the best choice - Bertha was just new, her hands were not stained with blood, she didn't know what cruelty was, and he needed Bertha to take care of him.

At least that was the case before the resurrection ceremony began. If Wormtail were allowed to come, he was not sure whether the madman would starve himself to death.

Anyway, he didn't care about the life or death of the Muggle. The other party was a good material for casting spells, but if he died, there was nothing to regret. Since he was not Harry Potter, then it was all the same.

He deliberately eliminated the reliable original plan of kidnapping Harry in his mind - he was not sure whether Dumbledore would see through it and give him a fatal blow.

"The resurrection potion is ready..."

'Servant's flesh, Wormtail can...'

"Father's bones? That old man is in the cemetery..."

So, there is only one person left.

Muggle blood might be more in line with his bloodline, since there is the flesh and blood of wizards, and there is already a Muggle like Tom.

As for hatred?

He was so good at it, and the opponent was definitely stronger than the average wizard - those wimps were already scared.

"Put me down, Bertha."

The Dark Lord said softly, "It was originally planned for Christmas. Although it's a little late now, it doesn't matter."

...

"Catch it, catch it."

Wormtail dragged a half-dead man into the room.

The other person had a horrified look on his face, and it was obvious that he had suffered a lot - like the Cruciatus Curse or something, that guy liked that.

"Frank?"

Tom looked at the other person and spoke softly.

"You thugs, if I don't go back, my wife will call the police!"

"You don't have a wife, Frank."

The Dark Lord's voice rang out.

"You don't have any children, and no one cares about you, just like when you were arrested and thrown into prison, no one cared whether you were innocent or not."

Frank's eyes widened.

"Ah, we have met before. I asked them to put you in jail. You said you saw me and I was unhappy," Tom said the lie almost casually. The look in the other person's eyes changed from confusion to anger.

"And the subsequent salary was arranged by me. I let you be trapped in this living coffin half dead, receiving a meager salary - to bear the infamy and consequences for my original murder. Frank, you are really excellent."

(End of this chapter)