Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

The crucible gurgled with dark green bubbles, spreading into the air, giving off a rotten smell.

The thick magic book floated in front of the crucible. Voldemort was checking the contents while crushing the Narcissus in his hand.

"Master, what is the function of narcissus?"

Bella, who helped Voldemort, asked while arranging the chopping board.

"Channel, Bella, enhance the adaptability of the soul after entering the body."

Voldemort looked away from the book and looked at the Narcissus crushed in his hand.

"Does it need to be controlled in a special area?" Bella said, pointing to one end of the crucible, "For example, when the body is born, near the head."

"That would be better, Bella." Voldemort shrugged, "But I won't do that."

"Why?" Bella asked.

"Because the resurrection of flesh and blood magic potion is different from the limb regeneration potion. It does not rely on the majority of your body to grow a new part."

Voldemort simply stopped what he was doing and said, "It's more like... recalling, yes, recalling the body you once had.

"Of course, not all."

He added one last sentence to prevent Bella from misunderstanding.

"recall?"

Bella's eyes widened, she didn't seem to understand what Voldemort meant.

"Yes, Bella, it's like using the flying spell to make the lost arm fly back, but in fact... because of the different choices of flesh, blood, and flesh, this recall will sometimes, or in most cases, be chaotic."

Voldemort shook his head and said, "It's magical, but it's not safe."

This is his true inner thought.

If there was a better way to be resurrected, Voldemort would decisively give up this option.

Because the results produced by different flesh and blood are very different, and this is an irreversible process.

That is to say.

Once the soul enters the new body, the "person" in the full sense truly exists.

Do it again?

Yes, but the soul must be cut off again, which is to make a living person dead in the traditional sense.

And that was obviously unacceptable to Voldemort, who had experienced death once.

Therefore, facing this extremely low-control resurrection ceremony, Voldemort felt quite uneasy.

After shaking his head, Voldemort put aside his distracting thoughts and continued to deal with Narcissus.

"But I still don't understand. Narcissus can't concentrate..."

"Because there are too many uncertainties in the recall, and the appearance of the body is unpredictable, I cannot be sure which side of the crucible the head is on." Voldemort interrupted her.

Bella nodded, frowned and thought for a moment and asked, "Is there any way to reduce the danger of resurrection?"

"Of course, among the three important materials of bone, flesh and blood, the ones with magic power will be reduced..."

"You mean Muggles?" Bella's surprised voice became much sharper.

Voldemort turned to look at her in surprise, then nodded and said, "Yes, for example, I choose my father's bones."

"Would you choose that way?" Bella asked with a trembling voice.

Voldemort felt that if he nodded, her faith would probably collapse.

"Of course not, Bella, I choose my mother's bones, which have been found." Voldemort patted the pocket on his waist and said.

He gave this to Senior Abu, and after special magic verification, it was true.

Most of the time, Senior Abu is reliable, except for his deep-seated disdain for Muggles.

"That's great, master, whose blood and flesh will you choose?" Bella asked again.

"The blood has been chosen, the question is the meat, Bella, and that leaves me a little torn."

Voldemort stopped what he was doing again and looked blankly.

He really struggled with this choice.

Wormtail?

It's so pitiful that as long as he wasn't his crazy noseless self, he wouldn't have made this choice.

Crouch Jr?

He thinks it's good, but Crouch's too stubborn character is not what he likes.

Lucius is a little weak, Bella is a little crazy, Old Nott is essentially his equal, and Senior Abu also has the same problem.

so……

After going around in circles, Voldemort still hasn't made a final choice.

"Maybe I will leave this choice to fate in the end."

Voldemort smiled, then turned back and said, "But what makes me curious is why you didn't think of offering your own flesh."

Bella was stunned for a moment, but then immediately knelt down on one knee and said, "Of course I am willing, Master, it is my honor."

Voldemort smiled at him but said nothing about it.

He won't choose Bella because he doesn't want to go crazy.

As one of the three most important ingredients for the resurrection potion, Voldemort chose them very carefully.

"But if you don't determine the ratio of your potion in advance..."

Seeing that Voldemort was not angry, Bella stood up again and asked.

"No matter whose meat it is, Bella, it must belong to a dark wizard, so the choice has already been confirmed."

Voldemort said while putting the ground Narcissus in.

Bella nodded and asked no new questions.

Voldemort also focused on the potion. With the insertion of Narcissus, the potion began to change color.

It starts from dark green and gradually becomes lighter, which is a good phenomenon.

"Wow, wow..."

Voldemort began to stir the potion, allowing Narcissus to blend more fully into it.

When the potion turned emerald green, he finally stopped stirring.

"If anything seems strange, Bella, you know what to do." Voldemort said softly.

"Yes, Master." Bella nodded.

This was their third attempt in a month, so Voldemort didn't say anything more.

He put the wand between his eyebrows, slowly pulled out a memory fragment with a meager world veil, and slowly put it into the boiling potion.

"Gududu..."

As the white light beads fell into it, Voldemort slowly closed his eyes.

He was feeling the fit between the potion and the world of memory, which was the last step in making the potion.

"Bo."

A slight explosion sounded, and Voldemort's brows immediately knitted together.

Bella behind him immediately removed the fire and used magic to control the crucible to sink slowly.

Not long after, the broken memory fragments were revealed and quickly flew back to Voldemort's eyebrows.

"Failed again, right?" Bella asked as she set up the cauldron again.

"Yes, Bella, but I'm sure it's the Narcissus that's the problem. Maybe I should use Narcissus that has never seen the sun."

Voldemort slowly opened his eyes and said in a relaxed tone.

Bella nodded and said nothing.

Over the next ten days, the two tried again.

And at the end, the narcissus was replaced with a special one.

This time, when the memory fragments sank in again, there was no rupture.

It was rolling around in the potion like a fish bubble, and it looked in very good condition.

"Success, Bella, the next thing we have to do is wait." Voldemort said with a smile.

"Waiting?" Bella asked confused, "Waiting for what?"

"Waiting for the blood of flesh and blood, Bella, I think he will get it to me in time, at least for the school year at Hogwarts."

Voldemort had a happy smile on his face.

He does have reason to be happy, because the day of resurrection is right in front of him.