Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 338 Blood of the Saints
"I will obey your orders, master."

Bella lowered her head, kissed Voldemort's hand that was caressing the back of her hand, and turned to the well of blood.

When her face poked into the top of the blood well, the strong smell of blood made her startled.

But then she stretched out her hand without hesitation—the one without the long mist rope—soaked her whole palm in the blood.

Voldemort frowned at her side, but chose not to say anything in the end.

"Grumble~"

The blood water began to boil, and a red water column rolled out.

They pounced on Bella's arms like thin snakes, and burrowed into Bella's hands at a speed that the two of Bella were caught off guard.

"Ah~~"

Bella cried out in pain, her body trembled, and she collapsed by the well almost instantly.

"Bella."

With a low growl, Voldemort came to Bella and said, "If the situation is not right, just give up."

"I... I'm fine, Master."

Bella held back the pain and said, but her whole face had turned pale, and Voldemort couldn't see where she was "okay".

Looking at the long rope of mist around Bella's left wrist, Voldemort wondered why it didn't respond.

"How does it feel?" Voldemort asked in a deep voice.

"Those blood snakes seem to have got into my body, they are devouring my blood."

Bella said tremblingly, and her face became paler.

Voldemort opened his mouth to make her stop, but before he could speak, several blood-red marks like earthworms appeared on Bella's old face.

Those blood snakes had rushed under her skin along her arms, and wandered wantonly inside.

"Ahh~"

Bella suddenly raised her head and sneezed. This movement seemed a little abrupt and weird.

"Ahh~"

She sneezed again, and Voldemort noticed sporadic spurts of blood.

"Ah~~"

Bella jerked her head up, paused for a moment, and sneezed again.

Only this time, what spewed out was no longer sporadic drops of blood, but a mouthful of dark brown blood mixed with bright red.

"Bella, what's the matter?"

Voldemort knelt down and patted Bella's back lightly.

"It's very comfortable...Ah Choe...comfortable..."

Bella, who spat out a mouthful of blood again, said reluctantly.

"Comfortable?"

Voldemort looked at the little red snake running through the folds of her face, and felt that everything in front of him was indescribably weird.

He looked at Bella's left wrist again, where the long mist rope was still worn, without any response.

"Ah Choo... Ah Choo... Ah Choo..."

Bella kept sneezing, mouthful after mouthful of blood sprayed out.

But her face, which had just turned pale, became more and more rosy.

At the same time, the wrinkles on her face also quietly disappeared.

Not long after, under Voldemort's watchful eyes, her skin became firmer and more delicate, and her whole person's spirit also showed a reversal trend.

"Grumble~"

In the blood well, the sound of blood tumbling became louder and louder.

Voldemort noticed that the black blood clot that Bella had spat into the blood well was being swallowed up by more tiny blood snakes and disappeared.

"call."

Just as Voldemort was paying attention to the blood well, Bella suddenly let out a sigh of relief.

"How does it feel?" Voldemort asked her immediately.

"It feels...it feels a lot younger."

Bella stood up and unconsciously pulled her right hand out of the blood well.

"Whoa~~~"

On her right hand, blood flowed from several holes and fell into the blood well, making strange noises.

At this time, the blood in the blood well was no longer tumbling, and there was only the sound of "crashing" in the whole room.

Voldemort's mouth twitched.

Is there really no problem with this blood flow?

"Master, the door is open."

Bella suddenly broke the silence and pointed to the wall opposite the two.

There, a narrow gate that can accommodate one person has been opened.

"Can it be controlled so that the blood no longer flows out?"

Voldemort looked away from the narrow door and asked Bella.

"Master, only in this way can the door be opened."

Bella looked down at her right hand and said, "If I stop the bleeding of the saints, the door will be closed."

"You're all right?" Voldemort asked.

"No problem, master, I can do this if necessary."

As Bella spoke, she plunged her right hand into the pool of blood again.

"Google~~"

The pool of blood rolled over again, and the blood began to flow down the hole in Bella's hand and enter her body.

"What is the blood of a saint?" Seeing that Bella was fine for the time being, Voldemort asked curiously again.

"The names of these bloods, master, when they flow into my body, I know their names."

Bella withdrew her right hand, held up a small puddle of blood, and let it flow into the blood well, "This is blood that only pious saints can use."

"To whom?" asked Voldemort.

"You, my master." After Bella finished speaking, she frowned and thought for a moment before saying, "But it only cares whether I am devout or not, not who I am devout to."

"What effect?" Voldemort asked, resisting the urge to explore the well.

"Sorry, master, I don't have that information, but I feel..."

As Bella spoke, she drew out her wand with her left hand, and silently used an illuminating spell.

"Om~"

The light escaped from the wand and slowly floated in the room.

"Magic can be used." Bella said all the words she hadn't finished speaking.

Voldemort nodded, staring at the blood well again for a moment, resisting the urge to try.

"Please take it, master, I can't accompany you to the next level, because I have to knock on this door for you."

Bella shook her left hand, unwound the long mist rope, and held it up to Voldemort.

Silently, Voldemort took the long mist rope and put it on his hands. After thinking for a moment, he spread his palms and said, "Give me a drop of the saint's blood, Bella, not too much."

Bella hesitated, but under Voldemort's gaze, she nodded in agreement.

She stained a drop of saint's blood with her left hand, and then catapulted into Voldemort's palm.

"Snapped."

The drop of blood landed unmistakably on Voldemort's hand, but passed through his palm and landed on the ground.

Both of them lowered their heads to look at the drop of blood, only to see that it quickly sank under the slate without leaving any marks on the slate.

"No feeling, Bella, it doesn't exist in my senses."

Voldemort held up his hand, looked it over and over twice, and said.

"But in my perception, it is very real."

Bella frowned and said doubtfully.

"When you leave for a while, try to collect some, this thing is worth studying."

Voldemort said thoughtfully, then nodded to Bella, turned and walked to the next level - the ladder of thought.

The narrow door, which only allows one person to pass through, just fit Voldemort's figure, allowing him to pass through without any hindrance.

"I'll wait for you here, master." Bella's voice came from behind.

"Okay, Bella." Voldemort said without turning his head.

(End of this chapter)