Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 240 Dragon Blood Curse
Telepathy, telekinesis, Parseltongue, these are all talents he awakened very early.

But the curse talent is different, he doesn't even know when it was awakened.

In my memory, it was probably after killing the rabbit.

When he spoke ill of the other orphans, it was always true.

But at that time, he didn't discover his talent in this area.

It wasn't until long after he had been at Hogwarts that he truly understood and discovered his talent in this area.

Instead use...

curse.

Weird, powerful, but not practical enough.

It is chaotic and lacks stability, which is why Voldemort rarely chooses it.

"I need to make a curse revealing potion." Voldemort said thoughtfully. "Do you remember what dragon was used?"

"Peruvian Venomtooth." Abu said without hesitation, "I cursed him to have dragon pox, so that he would leave the position of Minister of Magic. Of course, I also have dragon pox now."

He said as he rolled up his sleeves, revealing the blue skin above.

"The green and purple rash on the toes is more serious, but the lower body is out of control, so I don't feel bad." Abramovich said with a shrug.

Voldemort nodded. He remembered that in Lin Zuo's memory, his senior had died of this disease.

"Which part of the dragon did you use when you cursed?" Voldemort asked again.

"Dragon teeth and heart, you know, the dragon's heartstrings are the strongest." Abu said proudly.

Voldemort smiled, nodded and said: "Then I know, I will solve this trouble, Senior Abu, you know, I need you."

"If you can recover your health, of course I am willing to stand up and support you." Abu said sincerely, "If I was not afraid of scaring people like this, I would go out now."

Voldemort nodded with a smile, chatted with Abu a few more words, and left in a hurry.

"Daffodils, African tree snake skin, crocodile heart, dried soundbird feathers..."

As soon as he saw Lucius at the door, Voldemort reported a long list of medicinal ingredients, "In addition to these, we also need the dragon teeth and heartstrings of the Peruvian Venomtooth. The fresher the better."

"Except for the purchase of dragon teeth and heartstrings, everything else is available." Lucius said immediately, "I will also prepare other vessels for refining potions."

Voldemort nodded, and signaled to the house-elf on the side to bring his two disciples up.

"Why don't you take it?" Voldemort looked at Lucius suspiciously.

"I just want to ask about my father's status..." Lucius seemed hesitant to speak.

"This medicine is just for finding the root cause of Abu senior's illness, go find it quickly."

Lucius was surprised for a moment, then a look of joy flashed across his face, and Apparation sprang into action.

Voldemort shook his head, not in a hurry for a while, this Lucius is like a child.

After waiting for a long time, his two disciples were brought by the house-elf.

"Curse is a very common magic. You have to learn how to deal with it. In this regard, I have some unique ways."

As Voldemort said, he looked at Neville and said, "You are talented in potions, because any master of herbal medicine has the talent to become a master of potions, so you must study hard."

Neville nodded in a trance, he didn't understand how he became a master of herbal medicine.

Voldemort didn't explain much to him, but just started to explain how to make the curse revealing potion.

Not long after, all kinds of materials were loosened by Narcissa.

As for the dragon teeth and heartstrings that are needed in the end, Lucius has already gone outside to look for them.

"He's too impatient in the middle of the night." Voldemort said with a smile.

"Dark Lord, you don't know that Lucius has thought of many ways to deal with his father's illness. Now that he has hope, how can he not be in a hurry."

It is not difficult to see from Narcissa's smile that she is also happy that her father-in-law's condition may improve.

Among other things, the unity of the Malfoy family is commendable.

"Okay, when he comes back, just send it here."

After Voldemort finished speaking to him, he began to teach his two students about potions.

Narcissa glanced at the two children enviously before slowly backing out.

Later, Lucius finally came back, but with bloody fangs and heart on his hands, Voldemort rolled his eyes.

"Now killed?" Voldemort asked.

"Well, the effect is good." Lucius said with a rare toothy grin.

"It won't be too long, tell your father not to sleep, wait for me for a while."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he began to refine the potion.

"Stir clockwise three times, not too much, the effect of the medicine will be weakened, and not less, the effect of the medicine will be too strong..."

"Cut thin slices and add them after crushing. If you don't crush them, the reality of the dream will decrease..."

"African book snake skin silk does not accept clockwise rotation, this statement is a bit feudal..."

Voldemort taught the two apprentices while refining.

After a while, the potion was refined, and he immediately took it to Abu's room.

This time, he brought two students with him.

"If you want to enter other people's dreams, you must learn how to recite mantras."

As soon as Voldemort finished speaking, he saw a surprised expression on Neville's face, "Your headmaster is also a master in this field. There is no good or bad magic."

After teaching, Voldemort accelerated towards the senior's room.

"It stinks so much?"

Abu, who was lying on the bed, asked with a wry smile.

Voldemort nodded, and said, "I'm going to enter your mind later, and peep into your dreams with you, so..."

"Open your brain, I understand." Abu nodded, and said again, "But you know I have learned that thing for many years, sometimes it will close naturally, so you can use more force."

Voldemort nodded, showing that he understood.

Not long after, Abramovich fell into a deep sleep, Voldemort raised his wand, and several other people in the room held their breath nervously.

"call out."

Voldemort swung his wand, and a curse hit Abu on the head.

In the murky darkness, scenes slowly began to emerge:
Altars, dragons, blood...

Kill the dragon, take the tooth, the tooth goes through the heart...

The curse ceremony continued, amidst the blood, there was a raging fire...

It was a normal curse, Voldemort couldn't see the reason for being backlashed, and looked at the dead dragon.

Could it really be that the dragon was too powerful, causing the curse to rebound?
Voldemort was thinking like this, ready to break the magic.

After all, the ceremony is over, everything is over.

But suddenly, the darkness turned, and a new picture appeared.

A dark and damp dungeon, thin and howling humans, and a wizard.

"A new curse?"

Voldemort looked at everything in front of him in surprise, "No, if it's new, it shouldn't go back to the previous scene."

Voldemort said, trying to get close to that world, but unfortunately it was difficult for him to do so.

"Whoever you are, I will curse you at the cost of his life."

The wizard in the dungeon roared, and he raised his wand, revealing the blue mark on his arm.

Voldemort's eyes lit up, and he murmured: "So that's the case, the anti-curse at the cost of human life, that's easy to solve."

There was an evil smile on his handsome face.

(End of this chapter)