Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 198 Resurrection
The ancient resurrection magic needs to meet three conditions.

"The bone of the father", "the flesh of the servant", "the blood of the enemy".

The "father's bone" was already in place. Although the process was not very pleasant, the result was smooth.

The "servant's meat" was readily available, and Peter had plenty to spare for any use.

Now all that's left is "the blood of the enemy"
There are many people who can be called enemies of Voldemort.Such as Dumbledore, Harry Potter, such as the Ministry of Magic who took away his Lord of the Rings.

Of course, there is also Sauron, the "Monarch".

But in the current situation, how could he not dare to go to Dumbledore and trouble Harry Potter!
Not to mention the "Devil Lord" Sauron - he couldn't avoid it, how could he be so stupid as to die?

Therefore, he and Peter can only attack the Ministry of Magic members who are alone!
But it's not easy.

Look at people, no matter how bad the Ministry of Magic silverfish are, they still have wands.

As for him and Peter, they didn't even have a magic wand, and their combat effectiveness was almost zero.

Fortunately, after experiencing so many storms, Voldemort has become more resourceful and patient than before.A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he came up with a brilliant idea
London, a dark street.

"Come and see, the magical crucible, [-] Galleons, no bargaining."

The chunky Peter was wrapped in a tattered cloak, with half of his face exposed, looking a little funny—the cauldron and the cloak were both picked up by him, and there was an unpleasant smell on them.

However, this fits his profile perfectly: a mysterious wizard who wanders around the world.

"What crucible is worth ten thousand Galleons?"

Many curious people couldn't help inquiring, but all they got was Peter's mysterious smile.

That pretentious face makes one can't help but want to beat him up.

More than half a month passed, and no one came to buy the broken cauldron he picked up, but he didn't care,

Because Peter's purpose is not to make money.
But "fishing".

Klein has been completely idle recently.

He has completely completed the subject of "The Tenth Use of Goat Liver Fruit".

Just yesterday, Snape sent the revised research report to the European Potions Association.

Whether it can be published or not is not something he can decide.

"It's fun~"

Like a salted fish leaning on the sofa in the common room, Klein sighed.

Come to think of it, it's been almost a month since the last movie party was reported.

As the exam was getting closer, even the most heartless little wizards started to open their books and hugged Buddha's feet improvised.

People like Draco and Pansy, who strive to improve themselves with various goals, even stay in the library and never come back.

It's funny to say that the one who accompanied him the most recently was actually the British shorthair cat "Case" he gave Pansy.

"Meow~"

The kitten lay obediently on Klein's lap, its eyes half-closed, as if it hadn't woken up, it was very cute.

Klein stretched out his hand to scratch the cat's chin, blinked his eyes, and suddenly thought about whether he should have a pet.

"Pets"

His eyes seemed to pass through the long river of time, and saw a certain talkative crow.

It was his pet when he was the emperor in his previous life, or in other words, his familiar.

Storras, the 72-pillar demon god ranks No. 30 and sixth, not as good as his current contracted Baimeng, but he is still quite a well-known demon god.

At that time, not long after the young Klein mastered the demon ritual, he signed a contract with that talkative demon. As a result, he endured endless nonsense from the other party all the time.
"terrible."

Shaking his head, Klein decisively gave up the idea of ​​continuing to summon Stolas.

In fact, strictly speaking, he is also a pet owner, who has been dissected hundreds of times by him, and the basilisk that usually honestly serves as a hair ring for him is a pet.

It's just that this little guy can't meet people casually.

Just as he was thinking wildly, suddenly, the imprint of enslavement left deep in Voldemort's soul fluctuated, and Peter, who was ambushing beside Voldemort, directly sent back the complete picture.

Voldemort has obtained the "final key" and is preparing for the resurrection ceremony!

"It really happened to you."

Klein was a little surprised.

He knew all about what Voldemort had done at Hogwarts.

In his mind, it would take at least half a year to get blood from members of the Ministry of Magic. If he was unlucky, it might take a few years.

Unexpectedly, Voldemort's luck was really good. After only a month of waiting, he ran into a certain member of the Ministry of Magic who had a brain twitch. He was fooled and dubiously poured a drop of blood into a broken cauldron, which made Voldemort's resurrection possible. conditions of.

"Forget it, let me watch a good show."

There was a flash of light in the blue eyes, Klein stroked the cat's head, smiled and said nothing.

Thousands of miles away from Hogwarts, in a certain wilderness.

Father's bone, no problem.

The meat of servants is also a problem.

Enemy's Blood is almost useless, but it works.

Voldemort was so excited that even Peter's mood became unstable.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo lord."

God knows how many beatings Peter took during that time in that dark street.If he didn't have any money on him, he might have been murdered long ago.

"You did a good job, and I will reward you a lot in the future."

There was unprecedented excitement in Voldemort's tone.

Not counting the body that Quirrell sacrificed (the skull is super hard), this body recast by black magic will be his future body!
"Master, being loyal to you is the best reward for me."

Peter used to be good at speaking, he smiled, his face was bruised and purple, and he looked a little miserable.

But at this moment, he couldn't care about those anymore, he was just happy, sincerely happy.

Finally no longer need to be parasitized~
"Prepare for the ceremony, my faithful Peter."

Because of Klein's special magic, Voldemort couldn't detect some of Peter's mental activities at all. He was so carried away that he really regarded Peter, who had shared the joys and sorrows with him during this time, as his closest servant.

Of course, servants are for use, it doesn't really matter if they are loyal or not.
"Yes, my master."

A master and a servant have their own ghosts, but they get along very well on the surface.

The crucible is ready-made, set up a fire, and pour other materials.

Peter prepared the materials and couldn't wait to recite the spell.

"Father's bones, donated unintentionally, can regenerate your son."

Bone meal into the pot, gurgling.

"Your servant's flesh, donated voluntarily, can regenerate your master."

Picking up the knife, he gritted his teeth and cut off a piece of flesh on his arm. Peter bared his teeth and continued to chant the curse with a mournful face.

"The blood of your enemy, compelled to sacrifice, may resurrect your enemy."

There is no need to bother, that fool's blood is lying in the pot.

"Om~"

An unspeakable magical wave was generated.

Voldemort saw the timing, got out of Peter's body, and rushed straight into the cauldron!

(End of this chapter)