Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Senior Abu."

Voldemort, who didn't get an answer from Dumbledore, didn't care about the answer to this question.

Human hearts are fickle, let alone a magic wand without emotions.

Discussing the loyalty of a wand is a pointless thing.

"Dark Lord, I am here."

Abu's voice came from behind, sounding quite powerful.

Voldemort liked his sense of power, which could give confidence to his own people and intimidate his enemies.

"I hope you can put a knife to Harry's neck. In this way, even if Mr. Dumbledore has any unexpected magic, I think there will always be someone between you and old Nott who will destroy it with magic or physical means." That kid."

Voldemort said, smiling and nodding at Dumbledore hypocritically.

Of course Dumbledore wouldn't give him a good response, but Voldemort's words did make his heart tighten.

"Okay, Dark Lord, I'll use a dagger with basilisk venom."

Abu's voice this time was more powerful and firm than before.

Voldemort nodded with satisfaction, then thought for a moment, raised the Elder Wand and cast a spell on the boat.

"Senior Abu, Nott, take Harry across the lake and go over there."

Following his order, Abu and Old Nott obediently escorted Harry across the lake.

Voldemort was not satisfied at this point and took Dumbledore to the depths of the island in the lake.

Although the island was not big, taking a few more steps would always put him further away from Harry.

The further the distance, the less likely Dumbledore is to save Harry, and the more obedient he becomes.

"Bella, come here."

Voldemort suddenly said something that Dumbledore didn't understand, but then a figure suddenly appeared next to Voldemort.

"Master, are you here?" Bella asked.

"Yes, Bella, be gentle."

Voldemort nodded and said after making sure that the surrounding area was flat enough.

After receiving the reply, Bella gently placed the silver suitcase on the ground, and then used her wand to point the green gem on the suitcase.

"Click."

It seemed as if some buckle was opened, and then the cover of the silver suitcase opened automatically.

It wasn't over yet, its walls began to expand, and it rolled far forward, backward, left, and right.

When it completely stopped changing, it had become a three-meter-square silver platform.

Then, a huge crucible with flames burning underneath slowly rose from the center of the silver platform.

"Gududu~~"

In the crucible, the emerald green liquid was boiling, exuding a decaying aura.

"Flesh and blood potion?" Dumbledore asked in surprise.

Voldemort looked at the other party curiously and said, "You know?"

"I've seen some introductions, mainly about this decaying aura, and the purpose of your coming here."

Dumbledore straightened his beard and said, "You want to be resurrected, right?"

Voldemort smiled and nodded, hiding nothing more.

Things have reached this point, is there anything left to say?

The Death Eaters who heard Dumbledore's words were truly surprised.

Is their master really going to be resurrected?

Happiness comes too suddenly, making them feel unreal.

But Voldemort had no time to pay attention to their excitement, and once again adjusted the flesh, blood, and blood potion.

This was not a complicated process, but Voldemort carefully checked it three times before stopping.

"call."

Voldemort took a long breath, looked at Dumbledore and said, "I'm a little nervous, Albus, do you have any method to relieve the tension?"

Dumbledore shrugged and said: "There is a way that you may not accept, but it can indeed relieve tension very well."

"Tell me something," said Voldemort.

"Don't force others to make things difficult for you, and don't make things difficult for yourself. If you can't do it, just step back..."

"Hey, hey, hey."

Voldemort yelled three times in succession, interrupting his words.

The Death Eaters looked at Dumbledore angrily, and some even raised their wands.

"Are you still nervous now?" Dumbledore didn't care about the wands pointed at him.

"It's true that I'm not nervous anymore, but your joke didn't make me feel humorous at all."

Voldemort complained and looked at Bella, "You know all the procedures, right?"

Bella nodded immediately, but then asked, "Whose meat may be used?"

Voldemort's eyes swept across the group of Death Eaters, with thoughts in his eyes.

Although the Death Eaters didn't know what to do, they all puffed up their chests and expressed their willingness.

But Voldemort's eyes did not stay on them for too long. It was not until he saw August that hesitation showed in his eyes.

"What do you need me to do, Master?" August stepped forward and asked.

Voldemort did not answer him immediately, but suddenly looked to the other side.

"Harry."

Voldemort shouted, startling Harry.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked with a complicated expression.

"Do you still admit that you were once my student?" Voldemort asked loudly.

"I……"

Harry only uttered one word and then stopped there.

"why not?"

Dumbledore suddenly spoke, and he still seemed to be helping.

This was beyond everyone's expectations, including Voldemort and Harry.

"Harry, he taught you for a year, and he taught you pretty well, didn't he?"

"Yes, yes, Headmaster, I do feel that Voldemort was once my...professor." Harry said intermittently, and it was obvious that he was a little nervous.

"Then choose him, Bella, just one left hand. Don't avenge yourself or seek revenge." Voldemort looked at Bella and told her.

"Okay, Master."

Bella nodded, then glanced at Dumbledore warily and said, "But I'm afraid this is his conspiracy, so master, don't you think about me or other Death Eaters again?"

Voldemort also looked at Dumbledore, who shrugged, saying it was your decision.

"He just wanted to make Harry safer, at the cost of a hand, of course."

Voldemort explained this to Bella, and then he looked at Dumbledore, "I'm curious, Albus, why do you think I won't use Harry's when it comes to 'the blood of my enemy'?"

"Because that doesn't require you to go to such great lengths. Voldemort, you have his blood. I know it. Do you still remember the question I asked you?" Dumbledore said with a wink, "You lied to me then."

Voldemort smiled too, remembering the interview.

"Quirrell lied to you." Voldemort said with a smile.

Then he used magic to restore the non-Apparition setting here, and restored the ability of the dead body to move.

"Just let his hand cross the river for a while, and the person will stay on the other side." He told Abu, "Also, don't use poisonous daggers, I don't want his life."

"As you command, Dark Lord." Abu replied from afar.

Voldemort nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at Bella.

"Okay, Bella, let the resurrection ceremony begin." He said in a deep voice.