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The color changed again, this time, turning into a dark green.

A majestic breath of life rises, and every burst of bubbles rolling in the tongs pot seems to further release the ritual.

Peter Pettigrew, who was standing not far away, looked at the dark green liquid in the pot and felt a strong temptation deep in his heart.

That is the desire that comes from the instinct of life.

It was not enough. When he felt the cold gaze of his master, his whole body went cold and he quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at him again.

waste!

Voldemort cursed inwardly as he looked at Barty Crouch Jr., who was also standing next to the tongs and remained calm.

Sure enough, loyalty is revealed through contrast.

Afterwards, Voldemort looked at the resurrection ceremony that had already been completed, and a look of regret and unwillingness flashed across his face.

According to his original plan, using Harry Potter's blood would achieve the best effect.

Of course, Dumbledore's is good too.

But the current situation does not allow him to be picky.

If I don't revive, I'm afraid I won't even have a chance.

Therefore, the only thing he could use was the blood of the Auror who had bitten the Death Eater like a mad dog before—Alastor Moody.

Only he, because of the hatred in his heart, can barely be considered an enemy.

This is also the main task of Barty Crouch Jr.

There's no way a useless guy like Peter Pettigrew could do that.

When he thought of this, Voldemort felt more unwillingness, anger, and madness in his heart.

They actually forced themselves to acknowledge such an ant as their enemy.

hateful! hateful!

The anger was rising, and reason seemed to be affected again.

Moody must die, his bones must be crushed, and his soul must be tortured for eternity...

However, Voldemort's suppressed sanity soon gradually returned.

Looking at the dark green liquid in the pan in front of him, he controlled himself without hesitation and fell into it like a baby.

Then......

call!

Dark green flames rose, but Barty Crouch Jr. and Pettigrew around them did not feel any heat.

On the contrary, there was a sense of coolness, as if some strange energy in the surrounding space was attracted and focused on the flames.

Little Batty sensed the changes around him, and a light golden dragon magic mark quietly appeared on his arm covered by his sleeves.

The brand flickered slightly, as if collecting all the progress and changes of the resurrection ceremony.

This was the task assigned by his real master, Lockhart.

This ceremony is of vital importance, and Master Lockhart specifically emphasizes it.

soon...

call!

The dark green flames rose rapidly until they were more than one person tall.

Everyone present could feel a strange, powerful aura gathering.

next moment....

boom! boom! boom!

The tongs shattered, splashing everywhere, and the dark green flame suddenly disappeared.

A figure appeared at the original position.

His body was smooth, revealing an evil pale skin, his eyes were red like a demon, and he exuded an evil, dark aura....

And of course, his most notable feature - no nose!

"Master, here are your clothes and wand."

Barty Crouch Jr. lowered his head and respectfully raised his black wizard robe and wand high in his hands.

call!

A breeze blew by, and the black wizard robe quietly attached to Voldemort's body.

Feel the yew wand in your hands and the powerful force flowing through your body.

Voldemort nodded slightly.

But there was no expression of joy on his face.

That's right, compared to his heyday, he has only recovered to about 60% to 70%.

On one hand, there are the flaws of the ritual, and on the other, there is another him, which divides the power.

Fortunately, as long as there are enough resources, there is still hope for recovery.

Of course, if it can devour the other party.

Then, he will be powerful again, even more powerful than Dumbledore.

Thinking of this, greed appeared in Voldemort's scarlet eyes.

This time, it is a crisis as well as an opportunity.

Swallow him, become the only one, and the world will be in his hands again.

........

Pureblood Presbyterian Church, meeting room.

"Everyone, the Dark Lord sent someone to say that he wants to meet with us." Justo Frank said uneasily, "The attitude is a bit tough, even threatening."

"What should our elders do next?"

After hearing what Justo said, the wizards from the pure-blood families fell silent.

They had been defeated in the previous battle with Lockhart and had spent a lot of resources.

Now we are in the stage of licking our wounds.

Of course, to put it more nicely, it would be to watch what path Lockhart takes next, wait for the opportunity, and accumulate strength.

When the time is right, strike hard.

This is what they have been doing for thousands of years.

Just because you can’t defeat him now doesn’t mean there won’t be a chance in the future, especially if Grindelwald pops up again.

It is obvious to the naked eye that the future will definitely not be stable, and chaos will be the theme.

Under such circumstances, after completing the transaction with Lockhart, their Elder Council fell into silence.

And now, the appearance of Voldemort has disrupted their plans.

"What do you think?" Presbyterian President Vlad Travers said lightly.

"Find an opportunity, unite with the Dark Lord, and take revenge on Lockhart." A wizard from a pure-blood family asked tentatively.

"Why don't we first see what the Dark Lord wants to pay?" said the somewhat agitated wizard.

"No, I think it's too dangerous now. The Dark Lord is the source of trouble. We should not get involved in their affairs." A wizard sitting in the front said with some fear.

"Yes, as long as you don't participate, you will never lose." Some wizards agreed. Safety first.

“…”

Vlad Travers listened to the discussion of the crowd, neither confirming nor denying, just listening silently.

He had to admit a reality.

He was defeated by Lockhart and could not defeat the Dark Lord.

Let alone Dumbledore, and as for Grindelwald, oh!

Although his ability has reached the top ranks, he made the wrong choice.

There is a high possibility that he will become a sacrifice before the war.

After all, weakness is the original sin.

His experience told him so, and he believed it firmly.

"The Dark Lord seems a little different this time." Justo Frank said in a raised voice.

Vlad then fixed his gaze on the other person.

"He seems less crazy than before, more rational, and even has a hint of elegance in his behavior."

"It feels to me like he was the head of the student union at Hogwarts many years ago."

Hearing this, Vlad's expression changed and he asked for the first time.

"Justo, can you guarantee that your description is accurate?"

"President, I can guarantee this. I saw the Dark Lord's condition with my own eyes." Justo said affirmatively.

Then, after a moment's hesitation, he spoke again: "But, President, the feeling that the Dark Lord gives me is very different from before."

"Also, during his previous communication with us, there is one point that we need to be cautious about."

Having said this, he paused, as if organizing his words and objectively describing what he saw.

"This time, he didn't talk to us about the status of pure-bloods or the bloodline of wizards."

"The philosophy he told us was that the strong go up and the weak go down."

“I think this change should also be taken into consideration.”

Justo said cautiously.

When the Dark Lord recruited them in the past, he emphasized the protection of the wizarding bloodline and the status and class of pure-bloods.

It was different now, and he felt vaguely uneasy.

"In that case, I need to meet and have a chat with the Dark Lord," Vlad said calmly.

Chapter 432: Fanatical Werewolf Fenrir (Part )

Hogwarts, infirmary.

"Lockhart, Tom has performed well in various fields, but his greatest strength lies in his research on the dark arts."

Slughorn lay on the hospital bed, took a bite of the bright red apple, and said in a deep voice.

"I have to say, he is the most talented person in the dark arts that I have ever seen in my life."

"Better than Dumbledore," Slughorn added.

After hearing this, Lockhart took a sip of the water in his glass and said calmly, "Don't worry, Professor Horace."

"With Dumbledore and I here, we will ensure your safety."

When Slughorn heard this, he sighed and said nothing.

Compared to Dumbledore and Lockhart, he was more familiar with and had a deeper impression of Tom's strength and ruthlessness.

After all, he actively split his soul many times.

How could one do that if he wasn't a ruthless person?

Moreover, the instability of the soul will increase Voldemort's power in dark magic.

It was not enough. With his personality, he naturally wouldn't say anything more, so he took the initiative to change the subject and asked with some curiosity.

"Lockhart, I heard that you are going to open a new school. Congratulations."

"But has the location of the new school been decided?"

I heard that this decision was agreed upon by the Wizengamot, and the Ministry of Magic even agreed to allow Lockhart to recruit students from Muggles.