Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 354 The Resurrection Ceremony Begins

"Senior Abu."

Voldemort, who didn't get an answer from Dumbledore, didn't care about the answer to this question.

People's hearts are fickle, let alone a magic wand without emotion.

It is meaningless to discuss the loyalty of a wand.

"Dark Lord, I am here."

Abu's voice came from behind, and it sounded quite powerful.

Voldemort likes his sense of power, which can give confidence to his own people and intimidate his enemies.

"I hope you can put a knife on Harry's neck, so that even if Mr. Dumbledore has any unexpected magic, I think there will always be someone between you and old Nott who will destroy it by magic or physical means." That kid."

As Voldemort said, he smiled and nodded at Dumbledore hypocritically.

Of course Dumbledore wouldn't give him a good response, but Voldemort's words did make his heart tighten.

"Yes, Dark Lord, I will use a dagger with basilisk venom."

Abu's voice this time was stronger and firmer than before.

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, then thought for a moment, then raised the Elder Wand and cast a spell at the boat.

"Senior Abu, Nott, take Harry across the lake and go over there."

Following his orders, Abramovich and Nott obediently escorted Harry across the lake.

So far Voldemort was not satisfied, and took Dumbledore to the depths of the island in the lake.

Although the island was not big, walking a few more steps would always increase the distance between him and Harry.

And the farther the distance, the less likely Dumbledore is to save Harry, and the more obedient he is.

"Bella, come here."

Voldemort suddenly said something that Dumbledore didn't understand, but then a figure suddenly appeared beside Voldemort.

"Master, is it here?" Bella asked.

"Yes, Bella, take it easy."

Voldemort nodded, and said after confirming that the surroundings were flat enough.

Bella who got the reply lightly put the silver suitcase on the ground, and then tapped the green gemstone on the suitcase with her magic wand.

"Crack."

It seemed that some buckle was opened, and then the silver suitcase opened the lid automatically.

It didn't end yet, its four walls began to unfold, and it rolled very far forward, backward, left, and right.

When it stopped changing completely, it had already become a three-meter-square silver platform.

Then, a huge crucible with flames burning underneath slowly rose from the center of the silver platform.

"Google~~"

In the crucible, emerald green liquid was boiling, exuding a dead breath.

"Flesh and blood potion?" Dumbledore asked in surprise.

Voldemort looked at him curiously, and said, "You know?"

"I have seen some introductions, mainly about this withered breath, and your purpose of coming here."

Dumbledore straightened his beard and said, "You want to be resurrected, don't you?"

Voldemort nodded with a smile, not hiding anything more.

Things have come to this point, is there anything more to say?

The Death Eaters who heard Dumbledore's words were really surprised.

Their master is really going to be resurrected?

Happiness came too suddenly, which made them feel unreal.

But Voldemort didn't have time to pay attention to their agitation, and adjusted the Flesh and Blood potion again.

This was not a complicated process, but Voldemort carefully checked back and forth three times before stopping what he was doing.

"call."

Voldemort let out a long breath, looked at Dumbledore and said, "A little nervous, Albus, do you have any way to relieve the tension?"

Dumbledore shrugged: "There is a way that you may not accept, but it does relieve tension very well."

"Tell me," said Voldemort.

"Don't make things difficult for others, and don't make things difficult for yourself. If you can't do it, then retreat..."

"Hey, hey, hey."

Voldemort heyed three times in a row, interrupting his words.

The Death Eaters looked at Dumbledore angrily, and some even raised their wands high.

"Are you still nervous?" Dumbledore didn't care about the wands pointing at him.

"It's true that I'm not nervous anymore, but your joke doesn't make me feel humorous at all."

Voldemort complained and looked at Bella, "You know all the procedures, don't you?"

Bella nodded immediately, but then asked, "Whose meat can be used?"

Voldemort glanced across the group of Death Eaters with thoughtful eyes.

Although the Death Eaters didn't know what to do, they all puffed up their chests and expressed their willingness.

But Voldemort's eyes did not stay on them for too long, until he saw August, his eyes showed hesitation.

"What do you need me to do, Master?" August asked, stepping forward.

Voldemort didn't answer him immediately, but suddenly looked across the river.

"Harry."

Voldemort yelled, which startled Harry.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked with a complicated expression.

"Do you still admit that you were once my student?" Voldemort asked loudly.

"I……"

Harry only uttered one word, and then stopped there like a block.

"Why not?"

Dumbledore spoke suddenly, and still seemed to be helping.

This surprised everyone, including Voldemort and Harry.

"Harry, he taught you for a year, and he taught you well, didn't he?"

"Yes, yes, Headmaster, I do think Voldemort was my... professor," said Harry brokenly, visibly nervous.

"Then choose him, Bella, a left hand is fine, don't avenge private revenge, intentional revenge." Voldemort looked at Bella and instructed.

"Okay, master."

Bella nodded, then looked at Dumbledore vigilantly and said, "But I'm afraid this is his conspiracy, so, master, don't you think about me or other Death Eaters?"

Voldemort also looked at Dumbledore, who shrugged and said it was up to you.

"He just wanted to make Harry safer, at the cost of a hand, of course."

Voldemort explained to Bella in this way, and then he looked at Dumbledore, "I'm curious, Albus, why do you think I won't use Harry in 'Blood of the Enemy'?"

"Because that doesn't require you to go through so much trouble, Voldemort, you have his blood, I know, remember that question I asked you?" Dumbledore blinked, "You lied to me then."

Voldemort laughed too, remembering the interview.

"It was Quirrell who lied to you." Voldemort said with a smile.

Then he used magic to restore the non-Apparition setting here, and the dead body regained its ability to move.

"Just let his hand cross the river for a while, and the person stays there." He told Abu, "Also, don't use a poisonous dagger, I don't want his life."

"Yes, Dark Lord." Abu replied from a distance.

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, then turned his gaze to Bella.

"Okay, Bella, let the resurrection ceremony begin." He said in a deep voice.

(End of this chapter)