Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.
Chapter 134 Seven Snake Ceremony
Chapter 134 Seven Snake Ceremony
"Congratulations, the Dark Lord."
In the basement of the small building, when Voldemort walked in, seven wizards in black robes greeted him.
"Get up, don't be so polite."
Voldemort bent his body, waved his hands lightly, and said in a cold tone—with his tone, anyone who takes the word "polite" seriously must be trying to eat melons.
After fighting Dumbledore, Quirrell's body became rickety due to devouring magic, and Voldemort's character changed due to the riot of the remnant soul.
He used to not be able to accept the words master and servant, and he didn't like others to face him in a humble manner.
But now, he took it all lightly, and anytime it was a formal situation - where two or more Death Eaters were present - he would become aloof.
"Yes."
Everyone stood up and answered in unison.
Voldemort walked among them, where there was a stone pier with an old notebook that was probably new.
Around the stone piers, in front of the seven black-robed wizards, stood seven small stone piers, each with a Pensieve placed on top of the small stone piers.
"Do you all understand the operation method of the Seven Serpents Ceremony?" Voldemort asked, scanning the crowd.
"With the help of Mr. Nott, we have all figured it out," said Lucius wearing a mask.
Voldemort nodded, and looked at one of them—the mask of that person was the oldest, and it looked quite worn out. Behind the mask was a strand of silver hair. This was Geraint Knott, Voldemort's classmate.
"Nott, have all the instruments been checked?" He asked the old Nott.
"It has been checked many times, Dark Lord, there is no problem." Old Nott bowed and said.
Voldemort nodded, glanced at the seven people one by one, and said: "During the Seven Snakes ceremony, you will see my past in the Black Forest. Remember, don't be surprised, and pay attention to maintaining a good soul connection."
Everyone bowed and said yes.
"Afterwards, you may also see my childhood memories, which may not be good, but please don't be surprised, and still pay attention to stay connected."
Everyone bowed again and said yes.
Voldemort was very satisfied with their respectful attitude. He picked up his wand and said, "I may use your soul power, not much, but it may hurt a little, please be patient."
Everyone bowed for the third time and said yes.
Voldemort just tapped his wand on his temple, and a strand of silver thread was pulled out, sprinkled in the Pensieve in front of Old Nott.
Old Turner bowed his head immediately, not daring to look at the materials in the Pensieve and the screen fragments that appeared.
Satisfied with his caution, Voldemort came to the second Death Eater, still spilling memories of the Black Forest in the Pensieve in front of him.
This operation continued until there was a piece of his memory in the seven pensieves.
The so-called Seven Snake Ceremony is a ritual about soul connection that he found from the Malfoy family's book collection.
This ceremony requires at least four people, using the memory of the core person as a link to connect the soul for a short time, is it useful...
Ancient magic is not as simple as it is now. Sometimes, some profound content needs to be taught through such rituals through soul perception.
The reason why Voldemort chose it was because this ritual had been widely used, and its safety was beyond doubt.
And the function is to keep a backhand for himself-he doesn't know what will happen after entering the diary.
In fact, from the moment the soul is divided, the two souls have been relatively independent, and each soul has lived its own life.
When we meet after decades, not to mention the difficulty of fusion, whether we can accept each other will only be known after testing.
And the soul of Voldemort in the diary is even more than the remnant soul in Voldemort's body. In this case, he cannot tolerate it carefully.
You know, in Lin Zuo's memory, the remnant soul in the diary tried to be resurrected, saying that he didn't have independent thinking, and the remnant soul didn't believe it.
"Now, try to link," Voldemort whispered.
"Yes, Dark Lord."
After the seven Death Eaters answered, they each raised their wands and pulled a memory from their temples, but did not break it, but connected it to the Pensieve.
"Om~ Om~ Om..."
The seven Pensieves began to rotate, making a low sound, as if there were water waves rippling in them.
Slowly, the memories of the seven people mixed with the memories in the Pensieve, and then each stretched out a mist mixed with black and silver, connecting towards Voldemort.
"Sigh~~~"
Voldemort gasped, his body trembled like an electric shock, and seven memories flooded his mind:
Lucius and his wife watched Draco play in the manor...
The junior, Geraint Nott, taught Theodore Nott how to make potions in the old castle...
Old Crabbe wielding Fiendfyre while his silly son Vincent Crabbe smirked...
……
Seven kinds of memories were entangled in Voldemort's mind, which made Voldemort feel insane for a while. Fortunately, he had the experience of fighting Lin Zuo and the remnant soul before, otherwise it would be really easy to get lost in it.
No wonder it is mentioned in this ceremony that it is best to start with four people and increase the number slowly.
"call."
Voldemort breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down, stopped paying attention to the memories of the other people, came to the diary, and slowly reached out to touch the diary.
The style is old, but the exquisite workmanship of the cowhide notebook conveys a familiar touch. The remnant soul seems to recall something, but the memory that is too long ago has not been revealed.
"Quirrell, do it." Voldemort said shyly.
"Yes, Master."
Quirrell said tremblingly, then took the initiative of his body, took out his alder wand from his waist, and tapped his forehead.
A dark, illusory soul appeared, connected with seven black and silver mist, and slowly fell towards the notebook.
"Whoo~~~"
A breeze blew from the notebook, resisting the entry of Voldemort's soul.
"Om~"
There was a short vibration of the soul, and the Death Eaters connected by the seven black and silver mist each groaned in pain - Voldemort used their soul power to press down.
Quirrell took two steps back in horror, not daring to participate in the struggle of the soul, he pressed his rickety body even lower, and almost knelt down in front of the stone pier.
"Whoosh."
The breeze that appeared in the diary changed direction, and Voldemort's soul was instantly sucked into it. Only the seven black and silver mist were still connected to the seven Pensieves from the top of the notebook.
"Dark Lord, please, don't suck my soul." Old Crabbe expressed the feelings of several people in a trembling voice.
Quirrell suddenly stood up and turned his head, raised his wand and aimed it at Old Crabbe: "I don't care who you are, if you dare to make a sound to delay the master's event, I will end your life with a throat-cutting curse."
Old Crabbe raised his head tremblingly, a ferocious look flashed in the depths of his eyes.
"Quiet, Crabbe, it is our honor to provide power to the Dark Lord." Lucius spoke to comfort Crabbe, and looked at Quirrell, "Quirrell, don't delay the Dark Lord's important business."
"Humph."
Quirrell snorted dissatisfiedly, and then scanned the crowd with murderous intent in his eyes.
The people whose souls were dragged by Voldemort were obviously not suitable for fighting. They could only lower their heads as if nothing had happened, but Quirrell did not intend to stop there.
"If you have anything to do, wait for the master to come out." He warned everyone sharply, "If anyone delays the master's affairs, he will die."
As Quirrell spoke, he waved his wand vigorously, making a "swish" sound to shock everyone—this once timid child of Eagle Yard seemed to have become different.
(End of this chapter)
"Congratulations, the Dark Lord."
In the basement of the small building, when Voldemort walked in, seven wizards in black robes greeted him.
"Get up, don't be so polite."
Voldemort bent his body, waved his hands lightly, and said in a cold tone—with his tone, anyone who takes the word "polite" seriously must be trying to eat melons.
After fighting Dumbledore, Quirrell's body became rickety due to devouring magic, and Voldemort's character changed due to the riot of the remnant soul.
He used to not be able to accept the words master and servant, and he didn't like others to face him in a humble manner.
But now, he took it all lightly, and anytime it was a formal situation - where two or more Death Eaters were present - he would become aloof.
"Yes."
Everyone stood up and answered in unison.
Voldemort walked among them, where there was a stone pier with an old notebook that was probably new.
Around the stone piers, in front of the seven black-robed wizards, stood seven small stone piers, each with a Pensieve placed on top of the small stone piers.
"Do you all understand the operation method of the Seven Serpents Ceremony?" Voldemort asked, scanning the crowd.
"With the help of Mr. Nott, we have all figured it out," said Lucius wearing a mask.
Voldemort nodded, and looked at one of them—the mask of that person was the oldest, and it looked quite worn out. Behind the mask was a strand of silver hair. This was Geraint Knott, Voldemort's classmate.
"Nott, have all the instruments been checked?" He asked the old Nott.
"It has been checked many times, Dark Lord, there is no problem." Old Nott bowed and said.
Voldemort nodded, glanced at the seven people one by one, and said: "During the Seven Snakes ceremony, you will see my past in the Black Forest. Remember, don't be surprised, and pay attention to maintaining a good soul connection."
Everyone bowed and said yes.
"Afterwards, you may also see my childhood memories, which may not be good, but please don't be surprised, and still pay attention to stay connected."
Everyone bowed again and said yes.
Voldemort was very satisfied with their respectful attitude. He picked up his wand and said, "I may use your soul power, not much, but it may hurt a little, please be patient."
Everyone bowed for the third time and said yes.
Voldemort just tapped his wand on his temple, and a strand of silver thread was pulled out, sprinkled in the Pensieve in front of Old Nott.
Old Turner bowed his head immediately, not daring to look at the materials in the Pensieve and the screen fragments that appeared.
Satisfied with his caution, Voldemort came to the second Death Eater, still spilling memories of the Black Forest in the Pensieve in front of him.
This operation continued until there was a piece of his memory in the seven pensieves.
The so-called Seven Snake Ceremony is a ritual about soul connection that he found from the Malfoy family's book collection.
This ceremony requires at least four people, using the memory of the core person as a link to connect the soul for a short time, is it useful...
Ancient magic is not as simple as it is now. Sometimes, some profound content needs to be taught through such rituals through soul perception.
The reason why Voldemort chose it was because this ritual had been widely used, and its safety was beyond doubt.
And the function is to keep a backhand for himself-he doesn't know what will happen after entering the diary.
In fact, from the moment the soul is divided, the two souls have been relatively independent, and each soul has lived its own life.
When we meet after decades, not to mention the difficulty of fusion, whether we can accept each other will only be known after testing.
And the soul of Voldemort in the diary is even more than the remnant soul in Voldemort's body. In this case, he cannot tolerate it carefully.
You know, in Lin Zuo's memory, the remnant soul in the diary tried to be resurrected, saying that he didn't have independent thinking, and the remnant soul didn't believe it.
"Now, try to link," Voldemort whispered.
"Yes, Dark Lord."
After the seven Death Eaters answered, they each raised their wands and pulled a memory from their temples, but did not break it, but connected it to the Pensieve.
"Om~ Om~ Om..."
The seven Pensieves began to rotate, making a low sound, as if there were water waves rippling in them.
Slowly, the memories of the seven people mixed with the memories in the Pensieve, and then each stretched out a mist mixed with black and silver, connecting towards Voldemort.
"Sigh~~~"
Voldemort gasped, his body trembled like an electric shock, and seven memories flooded his mind:
Lucius and his wife watched Draco play in the manor...
The junior, Geraint Nott, taught Theodore Nott how to make potions in the old castle...
Old Crabbe wielding Fiendfyre while his silly son Vincent Crabbe smirked...
……
Seven kinds of memories were entangled in Voldemort's mind, which made Voldemort feel insane for a while. Fortunately, he had the experience of fighting Lin Zuo and the remnant soul before, otherwise it would be really easy to get lost in it.
No wonder it is mentioned in this ceremony that it is best to start with four people and increase the number slowly.
"call."
Voldemort breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down, stopped paying attention to the memories of the other people, came to the diary, and slowly reached out to touch the diary.
The style is old, but the exquisite workmanship of the cowhide notebook conveys a familiar touch. The remnant soul seems to recall something, but the memory that is too long ago has not been revealed.
"Quirrell, do it." Voldemort said shyly.
"Yes, Master."
Quirrell said tremblingly, then took the initiative of his body, took out his alder wand from his waist, and tapped his forehead.
A dark, illusory soul appeared, connected with seven black and silver mist, and slowly fell towards the notebook.
"Whoo~~~"
A breeze blew from the notebook, resisting the entry of Voldemort's soul.
"Om~"
There was a short vibration of the soul, and the Death Eaters connected by the seven black and silver mist each groaned in pain - Voldemort used their soul power to press down.
Quirrell took two steps back in horror, not daring to participate in the struggle of the soul, he pressed his rickety body even lower, and almost knelt down in front of the stone pier.
"Whoosh."
The breeze that appeared in the diary changed direction, and Voldemort's soul was instantly sucked into it. Only the seven black and silver mist were still connected to the seven Pensieves from the top of the notebook.
"Dark Lord, please, don't suck my soul." Old Crabbe expressed the feelings of several people in a trembling voice.
Quirrell suddenly stood up and turned his head, raised his wand and aimed it at Old Crabbe: "I don't care who you are, if you dare to make a sound to delay the master's event, I will end your life with a throat-cutting curse."
Old Crabbe raised his head tremblingly, a ferocious look flashed in the depths of his eyes.
"Quiet, Crabbe, it is our honor to provide power to the Dark Lord." Lucius spoke to comfort Crabbe, and looked at Quirrell, "Quirrell, don't delay the Dark Lord's important business."
"Humph."
Quirrell snorted dissatisfiedly, and then scanned the crowd with murderous intent in his eyes.
The people whose souls were dragged by Voldemort were obviously not suitable for fighting. They could only lower their heads as if nothing had happened, but Quirrell did not intend to stop there.
"If you have anything to do, wait for the master to come out." He warned everyone sharply, "If anyone delays the master's affairs, he will die."
As Quirrell spoke, he waved his wand vigorously, making a "swish" sound to shock everyone—this once timid child of Eagle Yard seemed to have become different.
(End of this chapter)
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