Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 356 Resurrection
The misty white mist drifted away a little.

"Whoa."

An indistinct figure stood up from the mist.

"Put the robe on me, Bella."

A clear voice sounded, slightly different from the previous Voldemort's voice.

Everyone froze in place, only Bella yelled in surprise, picked up the robe she had prepared and rushed into the mist.

"Also, Albus, I didn't like your joke just now, because...

"That sounds like a curse."

The clear voice said again, and Abu, who was standing not far from Dumbledore, burst out laughing.

Dumbledore shrugged, and said to the two figures in the mist: "Tom Riddle, this is your original name, are you ready to abandon it completely?"

"Give me the monocle, and, wait a minute, Bella, I'll wear it when I come out."

Voldemort in the mist was not angry when he heard the name. He first said a word to Bella, and then walked out of the cauldron amidst the sound of splashes.

"Tom Riddle, it's a long-standing name, Albus, let's keep Riddle, this is the link between me and my past self, as for Tom..."

The words paused, and there was the sound of shredded clothes rubbing against the mist.

"Forget it. I'll think of the old man at the Leaky Cauldron. From now on I'll be called Voldemort Riddle. It's a nice name, and it must be all tails."

After the words fell, the figure in the mist waved his wand.

"call."

A breeze blows from the center of the mist, instantly dissipating the mist.

A handsome young man in his 20s with black hair and a monocle in his left eye stood there.

He was younger and more handsome than the previous Voldemort.

Especially in terms of realism, it doesn't give people the feeling of nothingness like before.

"What does it feel like to have a body again, Voldemort Riddle?" asked Dumbledore.

"Thick."

Voldemort thought for a moment, said the word, and pointed his wand at the lake again.

A spell hit inside, and the dead body was silent again.

"Harry Potter is coming."

Voldemort waved the Elder Wand, and Harry's figure flew across the lake to him in an instant.

"What are you going to do?" Dumbledore asked cautiously.

"Snapped."

Voldemort stretched out his hand to hold Harry's severed arm, felt it briefly and said, "See if his mother's protection can still cause me harm."

"It doesn't look like there's any more harm, does it?" said Dumbledore. "You used his flesh, after all."

"Isn't that exactly what you want?" Voldemort turned to look at Dumbledore. "It makes me more closely connected with his fate, so that I can't kill him, right?"

Surprise flashed in Dumbledore's blue eyes, but he remained silent and said nothing.

Voldemort ignored him and waved his wand again.

"Boom."

The spell hit Harry Potter and instantly woke him up.

"what."

When he looked up and saw Voldemort, he immediately cried out in surprise, and then looked eagerly at his left hand.

And the left wrist is already empty.

"Don't be nervous, Harry, calm down."

Voldemort knelt down and comforted him softly, "Take a deep breath, follow my example, and take a deep breath."

He began to breathe deeply, and Harry calmed down under his influence.

"I found a special kind of magic power, which I call perpetual magic power."

Voldemort said, raising the Elder Wand and waving it in the air.

Strands of silver thread were pulled out from the Elder Wand, slowly forming the shape of a hand.

"It's amazing enough and formed the core of my previous body.

"In return for taking your left hand, I give it to you.

"Don't worry, it will be easier to use than a real hand."

He said, slowly leading the hand made of silver thread to Harry's left wrist.

After the silver hand was attached to his wrist, it suddenly shone with dazzling light.

"what."

Harry yelped in pain, but then looked at his left hand in surprise.

A silver hand has appeared there, and it can make corresponding movements according to his mind, no different from the real hand.

"Well, Harry, tap into its potential, trust me, it's worth the money."

Voldemort stood up and looked at Bella who was packing the cauldron.

To his surprise, Bella didn't destroy the cauldron.

Instead, as before, carefully restore everything to its original appearance - a silver suitcase.

"Bella, give me the Pensieve."

Looking away from the silver suitcase, Voldemort said to Bella.

"Okay, master."

Bella responded, taking the Pensieve from her waist pouch.

Voldemort placed him on the stone platform in the center of the island in the middle of the lake. There was still some green liquid remaining in the stone platform next to it, and a golden hanging chain was exposed from the liquid.

Voldemort ignored the chain, but used his wand to pull strands of memories from his temples.

"How are you feeling, Harry?"

Dumbledore approached Harry, but the Death Eaters on the side did not stop him.

"Er... feels like the right hand, or better," Harry said.

Dumbledore nodded, rubbed Harry's head, and turned to look at Voldemort.

He was a little confused about what the other party was doing, but the busy Voldemort obviously wouldn't explain it to him right away.

"Master, why aren't you going to kill Dumbledore?" Abu asked suddenly.

Voldemort, who was pulling the memory from his temple, froze for a moment. He turned his head and glanced at Abu, shook his head with a smile, and then continued to pull the memory.

Abu sighed, his voice full of disappointment.

Dumbledore glanced at him and made a face at the man who was four or fifty years younger than him.

He didn't look like he was in a desperate situation at all.

"Okay, principal, let's take a look at these memories, I think you will be surprised."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he lifted the magic that prohibited teleportation in the cave, then turned around and came to Bella, and said, "Stretch out your left hand."

Bella's eyes widened in surprise, but then she immediately put down the silver suitcase and pulled up the sleeve on her left arm.

Harry saw a bright red tattoo on Bella's arm - a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth.

"Those people will notice, but will they come?"

Voldemort murmured, slowly pressing his index finger on Bella's arm.

In an instant, the scar on Harry's forehead was in severe pain, and Bella's body was also trembling.

Voldemort moved his finger away, and the Dark Mark on Bella's arm turned pitch black.

"Senior Abu, I'm curious, who would choose not to come?"

Voldemort smiled, turned to look at Abu and said.

"How are you going to deal with those who don't come?" Abu also asked with a smile.

"It depends on their value, if there is nothing at all..."

Voldemort paused for a moment, his eyes swept over the Death Eaters who were in line again, and his face slowly sank.

"Then I have to wonder if they live in this world just to make things difficult for me."

"Will you kill them with your own hands?" Abu raised the corner of his mouth and asked in an evil tone.

His expression made Harry shiver with fright, and he suddenly understood what Snape meant when he said, "Those evil dark wizards can scare their enemies to death with just one expression".

"No." Voldemort refused. "That's Hoddle's job."

Hearing Voldemort's answer, Harry instantly thought of the soul eater that he had never seen before, who had often resident in the depths of the Maple Leaf training ground.

(End of this chapter)