The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 243 Vicious
Time goes back half an hour, in the waters of the North Sea.

The Dark Lord, or rather Tom Riddle, was standing on a dilapidated sailing ship in a tattered cloak.

The Dark Lord, who was successfully resurrected with the help of an evil ritual, has completely changed.

Under the black hood, his originally handsome face became extremely pale and thin, his wise and deep eyes became narrow and dark, his soft brown curly hair fell off completely, and his handsome and straight nose bridge disappeared completely, leaving only two Dao's snake-like nostrils are inlaid on the face.

Tom Riddle, turned into a complete monster--the kind of horror that can stop a child from crying at night.

However, these are not important.

The Dark Lord stroked the magic wand at his waist, feeling the majestic and surging magic power in his body, and showed a satisfied smile.

He raised his arm, and his pale and slender arm drew an arc in the salty sea wind.

The magic wand pointed at the broken sail of the decaying ship, and the powerful black magic power turned into raging flames, filling the damaged part of the canvas, increasing the speed by another knot, and passing the long white marks like the tail flames of a fighter jet on the rough sea .

Standing at the stern of the ship, Pettigrew looked at the handsome Dark Lord with eyes of awe and admiration. It is this omnipotent power, which is enough to make people kneel and tremble, making Voldemort the strongest black lord in history. wizard.

Soon, Azkaban arrived.

Numerous jagged and towering reefs stretch out from the sea, interlaced and superimposed on each other to build a three-dimensional platform.

From the outside, this wizard prison called "Azkaban" is extremely simple, more like an enlarged lighthouse.

But in the eyes of wizards, Azkaban is an insurmountable iron wall.

Around the offshore platform, there are hundreds of dreamlike human-shaped shadows floating. These shadows are all covered with light black cloaks, hovering and stagnant in the sky.From time to time, it would swoop down, dragging the rotting cloak, and skimming the bars of the prison cell.

If you look closely, you can find that their bodies are rotten and swollen like floating corpses.His bony, skinny palms were covered with thick scabs, and his rough black nails were covered with dirt.

Under the tattered cloak, there are no facial features, replaced by a hollow, illusory hole—this empty hole is their mouth, which is specially used to suck human souls, leaving only an empty body , The walking dead without a soul.

They are dementors, the most evil and eerie creatures of magic.

Voldemort walked slowly off the sailboat indifferently, stepped barefoot on the sharp-edged rocks, and looked up.

Those dementors immediately discovered the outsiders. These magical creatures that rely on the sense of smell to identify their directions were originally the guardians of Azkaban, but they never mind hunting some people who trespassed in Azkaban.

Then, hundreds of dementors swooped down on Tom Riddle.

Facing the dementors covering the sky, Tom raised his wand and said indifferently,

"Avada Kedavra."

A green beam of light spewed out from the tip of the wand, and this powerful black curse that could directly destroy souls instantly penetrated the dementor rushing forward, blasting the magical creature into pieces.

The swooping dementor swarm stopped immediately, and these soul-sucking demons also knew how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages—a dark wizard who could release the killing curse in front of the dementor swarm and even kill it was absolutely powerful. horrible.

Voldemort sneered, and took off his hood, revealing that twisted face like a snake, slowly releasing his coercion.

The dementors who only had the sense of smell were so sensitive and terrible in other aspects. The dementors who sensed the fluctuation of the Dark Lord's mana immediately chose to surrender, and they all descended from the air, bowing their heads slightly, offering their respect and allegiance to Voldemort.

"Sometimes, these mindless magical creatures are more suitable to be subordinates than those stubborn wizards."

Voldemort gave his comments indifferently, and boarded the prison of Azkaban under the guard of hundreds of dementors.

He stretched out his fingertips, rubbed the wand in his hand, and used a huge amount of magic power to break through all the confinement and release his disciples from the prison cell.

Antonin Dolohov, Bellatrix Lestrange, Labastan Lestrange, Augustus Rookwood
These Death Eaters bowed respectfully at his feet, their bodies trembling uncontrollably from fear and excitement.

Their king has returned.

"My followers,"

Voldemort stood in the center of the rotunda of Azkaban, condescending, examining the crowd of Death Eaters.

With a pretentious tone, he tried his best to make the snake face more majestic, and said in a slow tone, "Like the Jesus of the Muggle world, I have returned from the border of death."

He has already prepared to give a "shocking" speech. As a villain with attitude, he must master the art of imperial servants.Only by giving kindness and strength together can one become a successful leader.

"Now, I will lead you to restore our glory and spread the will of pure blood to every corner of the wizarding world."

Voldemort clenched his fists, brewing his emotions, and vomited violently under the fearful eyes of the Death Eaters.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

He leaned on the wall, feeling the touch of pressing the moss with his palm, and the disgust of stomach acid flooding in his mouth.

???

Tom Riddle was so bewildered, so much information had been stuffed straight into his head that the Dark Lord hadn't had time to stand still,

Involuntarily trembling and trembling all over, he collapsed to the ground, letting his bald head be submerged in his vomit.

He raised his head and murmured awkwardly: "Who is it! Who is calling my real name?!"

In the mystical circles of the East and the West, the real name has power.

For example, when Monkey King faced the red gourds of King Jinjiao and Yinjiao, he had to compile false names such as "Xingzhe Sun" and "Zhe Xingsun" to prevent him from being imprisoned because his real name was leaked.

For another example, the reason why Constantine became the decadent scum that he is now is because he mistakenly summoned a hell demon in the basement of the Casanova club without knowing the other party's real name.
As a result, an innocent little girl was dragged away by a hell demon without real name restriction, and the Casanova Club was razed to the ground.

The above cases all illustrate a truth. In the mysterious world, personal privacy must be well protected, and one should not always talk about one's name and be overly ostentatious.

Just like now, in mansion drawing rooms, in roadside restaurants, in the government departments of the British Empire, people all over the UK are discussing the name "Lord Voldemort".

At the beginning, in order to ensure his own mystery and terror, Tom Riddle deliberately cast permanent witchcraft on "Voldemort", which symbolizes his own real name,
Once the name "Voldemort" is mentioned, it will cause a sense of darkness in Tom's heart, allowing him to cast teleportation spells and kill those wizards who dare to mention his name.

However, unlike the wizards with a total of less than 6000, there are more than 20 million residents living in the British Isles. If you include the Commonwealth controlled by Galeries Lafayette remotely, the total population is as high as [-] billion.
Therefore, Tom Riddle paid the price for his move to set his real name.

Hundreds of people, thousands of people called the name "Voldemort" at the same time, and the flood of information directly overwhelmed Voldemort's rationality, making him almost faint.

As time went on, the word "Voldemort" was no longer limited to the audience of "BBC Morning News", but spread directly on the Internet.

Tens of thousands of people are talking and chanting, and the omnipresent call is like a wave, crushing Tom Riddle, wave after wave,

He tried to get up, but his brain that was about to explode didn't allow him to make such a move.

So, in the eyes of the kneeling Death Eaters, the Lord Dark Lord, whom they adored, lay in his own vomit (bread and fried eggs for breakfast), doing sit-ups back and forth.

To some extent, the current Harry Potter may be more vicious than that Mr. John Constantine.

(End of this chapter)