Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 520 Flesh and Flesh Memory Faith
The trembling Nick Flamel was the wind Voldemort was waiting for.

Don't say that Voldemort himself was surprised, even Bella was quite surprised by this.

"Are you the wind I'm waiting for?"

Voldemort in the coffin had doubts in his words.

"Yes, Dark Lord, I am the wind you are waiting for."

Nick Flamel leaned on crutches, his wrinkled smile was as sincere as ever.

Voldemort thought of the bronze key given to him by the other party, which made him unable to help asking: "Are you Death?"

"Sorry, I'm not the god of death."

As Nick Flamel said, he took out an inconspicuous stone from his arms, and Voldemort recognized it as the Philosopher's Stone at a glance.

Holding the Philosopher's Stone, he walked tremblingly to an inconspicuous place in the hall, and pressed the Philosopher's Stone into it.

"This time, I really want to say goodbye to the old man."

Nick Flamel said this, and took a few steps back under the coffin, "The resurrection ceremony will be completed by me, don't be surprised, Dark Lord, someone will tell you the answer later."

After saying this, he took out his wand from his pocket and waved it slowly.

The old man's movements were very slow, and that slowness didn't seem like a need for magic, but more like his body limited him.

As he waved his wand, the smell of blood began to emerge from the ladder of thought not far away.

At the same time, there is also the sound of "gululu" surging water.

Bella approached the thought ladder curiously, and was surprised to see countless blood pouring upwards.

"The flesh and blood of the saints, offered unsolicited, may resurrect his master."

Following Nick Flamel's incantation, the blood that started from the saint's blood well surged up even more violently.

Bella even saw the flesh and blood being pushed out from time to time in the gushing blood.

"boom."

When the blood finally broke through the ideological ladder, it immediately rushed straight to the coffin above the hall, without a drop falling on the ground, all of it entered the coffin.

And lying there, the white gauze wrapped in Voldemort finally floated away, revealing his finally recovered soul.

"Crash~"

Bloody water rolled in the huge coffin, beating against the stone walls of the coffin like waves.

After the ebb and flow of the tide, and after his soul was washed by the blood several times, Voldemort actually felt the heaviness of his body.

"Resurrection, is this done?"

He was surprised at the speed of this ceremony, but the ceremony did not end here.

"The memory of the God's residence, recorded in advance, can make his spirit immortal."

After all the surging blood entered the coffin, Nick Flamel's old voice sounded again.

Then in the ladder of thought, the glowing jellyfishes immediately swam in the air and charged into the coffin, and quickly merged into Voldemort's body.

A series of memories appeared, and his whole life was played out in his mind in every detail.

"The memory of God's Mansion?"

Looking at these memories, Voldemort couldn't help murmuring.

It seems that the new physical body has not adapted to the situation of speaking, so his voice is rough and hoarse.

But even so, Nick Flamel heard him clearly.

"Yes, the divine mansion, the wizard with immortal spirit, can already be called the divine mansion."

There's a little envy in Nick Flamel's voice, but not a lot.

"What is it all about, I mean, who prepared this resurrection?" Voldemort asked him.

"It's complicated, Voldemort. I don't have the strength to say that much as an old man, but I think someone can explain it for you, but only after you are resurrected."

Nick Flamel said a long paragraph, which made him look a little tired, "Stop asking questions, Dark Lord, the ceremony is not over yet."

His last words made Voldemort stop the desire to continue asking questions.

"Tell me after all the memories come back, Dark Lord, I need to know that time point." Nick Flamel added.

"Yes, Monsieur Flamel."

Voldemort responded, and then began to look at his memory seriously.

It was an extremely long memory, nearly a hundred years old.

Because in addition to the memory belonging to Riddle, there is also Lin Zuo's memory here.

But even with nearly a hundred years of memory, Voldemort finished watching it quickly.

Just because this memory is deduced too fast, it seems that it only takes one second for a year.

"Although it's fast, it feels like an unusually long time."

Revisiting his more than a hundred years of life, Voldemort, who was in a complicated mood, couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

At the same time, he felt that when he recalled the past, it was much clearer than before.

It feels like all the memories have been processed by the Pensieve.

"It's all over?" Nick Flamel asked from below.

"It's over, Mr. Flamel, you can proceed to the next ceremony." Voldemort replied.

Nick Flamel nodded, without responding, but flicked his wand slightly.

"Pious faith, turned into black clothes, can make his body last forever."

This sentence made Voldemort twitch his brows, not to mention his beliefs, but his heart was moved by the eternal body.

Eternal life is his constant pursuit.

If tightness is spiritual immortality, he doesn't think so.

After all, the existence of Horcruxes has achieved this effect to some extent.

And the eternal existence of the flesh is his new pursuit.

"Is this true?"

Whispering in my heart, the world outside the coffin finally shrinks.

At the same time, the coffin made a "creak, creak" sound, as if it was being strangled by the black clothes and was about to be broken.

"Snapped."

Finally, a gap opened in the coffin, and a large amount of power of faith emerged from the gap.

These powers of faith poured into Voldemort's body crazily, making his body feel refreshed.

Feeling refreshed, he slowly fell asleep.

The consciousness seems to have come to a hot spring, the body is infinitely relaxed, and the spirit is also extremely calm.

After an unknown period of time, the broken coffin finally completely disappeared.

But at this time, the world still exists.

It turns out that these powers of faith all come from the coffin.

In other words, this coffin is entirely composed of the power of faith.

"call."

Voldemort, who was floating in the air, let out a breath slowly.

With a breath of turbid air, his body actually floated back slightly.

At this moment, he felt amazing, because he didn't use the flying spell at all, but his body seemed to be able to float on its own.

"Shh."

The world black robe was pulled by him, and immediately wrapped around him, turning into a wizard robe with a silver border and a tiny dark mark on the cuff.

The body slowly landed until his feet hit the ground, and the cold ground made him feel real for the first time.

Although this is a perfect resurrection for him, he is sure that he has not yet mastered this body.

It has unlimited potential to be tapped, but that will take a while.

And before adapting to this body, he wanted to get all the answers from Nick Flamel.

"Snapped."

Before he could speak, Bella had already rushed forward and hugged him tightly.

After a moment of hesitation, Voldemort also slowly put his arms around Bella's shoulders.

At this moment, the hall was silent.

(End of this chapter)