Hogwarts: I inherited my legacy

In fact, Barty Crouch Sr. (Voldemort) originally intended to confuse a Muggle to do this.

After all, he didn't want the presence of a dark wizard whose background he didn't know at his resurrection ceremony.

However, when he saw Peter (Helper), his heart was moved. He began to think about Peter's (Helper) true identity, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

At this moment, he felt a chill at the back of his head, and his memory was once again cleared by Helbo. When he woke up again, he was in his current state.

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Seeing that old Barty Crouch (Voldemort) fell silent, Peter (Herbo) felt a little worried.

He knew that this powerful dark wizard had a quick mind and was a legendary wizard after all.

If he were to continue investigating, it might have an adverse effect on their plans.

So Peter (Helper) cleared his throat and began to distract him, deliberately saying in a joking tone,

"Why, are you still reluctant to give up this identity of 'savior'?"

Old Barty Crouch (Voldemort) sneered contemptuously, as if Peter (Herbo) had just told an absurd joke.

But in the blink of an eye, he shook his head again and explained calmly,

"It's just too frozen to be used right now. I'm waiting for it to thaw."

Hearing this, Peter (Helpo) couldn't help but complain, "Why didn't you use magic to keep it fresh? We had to buy a freezer, and it took us a lot of time just to install the wires!"

Barty Crouch Sr. (Voldemort) immediately retorted,

"You don't understand. If you use preservation magic, it may interfere with the magical power in Harry Potter's blood, causing some unpredictable changes. Therefore, buying a freezer is a necessary choice."

Then he added, "I am not using flame to melt it now for the same reason. I am worried that the effect of magic flame will have a negative impact on the effectiveness of these materials."

......

Peter (Helpo Stuffing) was speechless as he stared at the frozen chunks of meat and realized they couldn't be thawed any time soon.

So he put down the spoon in his hand and sat next to the Minister of Magic.

"It came to my attention that Rufus Scrimgeour was in Azkaban today,"

Peter (Helper) said calmly, "If nothing unexpected happened, he should have gone to find that person."

Old Barty Crouch's (Voldemort's) originally slack eyes suddenly became sharp, but soon returned to normal.

He said thoughtfully, "Maybe he found some clues. He seems to have a close relationship with old Barty Crouch, but...it's too late now."

"Besides, even if he really discovered something, what can we do? Aren't we still here because of his tacit consent? He already knew everything, didn't he? The ancient whom I admire..."

However, his words were rudely interrupted by Peter (Helper Filling).

"Shhh!!!"

He said with a serious and nervous expression,

"If it was a normal time, you could just call out casually and he might not bother to pay attention to you. But today is different! If he notices that you actually called out that name, do you think he will take advantage of your weakest moment to throw a few [Angels] at you? Or even just give you a bottle of [White Fresh Essence]?"

When he heard the last mention of "white fresh essence", old Barty Crouch's (Voldemort's stuffing) facial expression instantly became extremely distorted.

He took a hit from [Lily's Potion] and admitted that he was inferior in skills, but the Dark Lord was not someone who couldn't afford to lose.

However, the bottle of [Baixian Essence] that was smashed on his face at the end was simply an insult to his nakedness!

And the whole incident that happened that day happened to take place in this Crouch House. He still remembers it very clearly!

Looking back now, Voldemort was no longer as angry as he was then.

Think about it carefully, what kind of people were those who framed him that day!

First, there is Grindelwald and his accomplices - the man in front of us. These are all legendary wizards!

Including the ancient demon king hiding behind the scenes, there are three legendary wizards in total, and an old grandfather of the Gaunt family.

Being outmaneuvered by such a powerful lineup, Voldemort felt that he had only suffered a small loss that night, which was already very impressive.

Especially the bottle of [White Fresh Essence] that was smashed on the face by the Ancient Demon King himself,

Now that I think about it, it doesn't seem so bad. From a certain perspective, isn't this considered as having the approval of my idol?

Of course, he would never express this thought in front of his partner, after all, it was a bit embarrassing.

What he didn't know was that Peter (Helpo) had read the content of his thoughts from the depths of his soul.

Quite speechless.

The two men sat face to face, seemingly calm on the surface, but in fact each of them had their own ulterior motives.

Time passed minute by minute, and several hours passed unnoticed in this weird atmosphere.

Suddenly, a faint smell of blood and a strong stench of corpse entered his nostrils.

The thawing of [Bone, Flesh and Blood] is complete.

Barty Crouch Sr. (Voldemort) immediately stood up and walked towards the huge cauldron.

He held the edge of the crucible tightly, and although the hot crucible made his hands squeak, Voldemort seemed to be unconcerned by the high temperature.

"Be careful, don't damage this body, we still need it tomorrow."

Peter (Helpo) reminded from the side.

After thinking for a moment, Voldemort felt that it made sense, so he decided to use Transfiguration to solve the problem. He closed his eyes and in a flash, he changed the shape of the crucible and added a wooden handle on top of it.

This move was truly extraordinary, for although the potion cauldron was not an alchemical item, it was made of magical metal.

There are not many people in the entire wizarding world who can perform transformation on this magical metal.

But the two present were both legendary wizards, so they didn't pay much attention to this little thing.

Old Barty Crouch (Voldemort) leaned over again and put his face close to the dark green liquid that was bubbling in the crucible and emitting a pungent smell.

Then, a horrifying change occurred on his face.

Thick white liquid like brain matter began to flow out of the corners of old Barty Crouch's eyes and ears.

From his nostrils, pus-yellow translucent oil kept dripping.

And from his mouth he spat out dark red blood that looked like it had been rotting for a long time into the crucible.

The three liquids gathered into a ball in the crucible. Slowly, this mass of filth first grew a head and a tail, and then differentiated into limbs.

As the fluids dripped from Barty Crouch Sr.'s body, the mess gradually took the shape of a fetus.

When the last drop of dirty blood merged into the crucible, the facial features of the fetus were finally fully formed. At this moment, the body of old Barty Crouch, the Minister of Magic, truly revealed the essence of a corpse - dry and frighteningly pale.

It fell heavily to the ground, no one cared...

Peter (Helper) stepped over the head of the Minister's corpse.

The three silver goblets filled with "Bone, Flesh and Blood" placed on the table floated up behind him. They seemed to be held up by an invisible force, dancing lightly and flashing a mysterious light.

Peter (Helper) did not recite those complicated spells, he just silently poured the materials into the crucible, his movements were skillful and confident, as if he was already familiar with it all.

Then he picked up a spoon and gently stirred the mixture in the pot with the grace of a Slavic housewife cooking borscht, each movement carrying a unique rhythm.

As Peter (Helpo) stirred it, the potion in the cauldron began to undergo miraculous changes.

They gradually began to spin, forming a huge vortex, the bottom of which was connected to the fetus.

The medicine flowed slowly into the fetus' body along the vortex like a clear spring.

The originally fragile body of the fetus began to grow at an alarming speed. In the blink of an eye, a young wizard of about sixteen or seventeen years old with black hair, pale face, and handsome features appeared in the pot.

A black gas emerged from nothingness, and it coiled around the young man like a nimble snake.

In the blink of an eye, the black energy turned into a black cloak and was gently draped over his shoulders.

The boy's eyelids trembled slightly, as if he sensed the changes around him. Then, his tightly closed eyes slowly opened, revealing a deep and sharp gaze, a pair of black snake pupils, strange and mysterious.

The boy named Tom Marvolo Riddle finally returned to this world again.

His eyes revealed a kind of indifference and alienation, as if he had already seen through the prosperity and vanity of the world. He quietly watched everything around him, without the slightest surprise or fear, only endless calmness and composure.

A smile appeared on Peter's face.

He looked at the young Voldemort and was amazed.

"I didn't expect you to choose the image of yourself as a teenager. Does this have anything to do with the time when you made this Horcrux? Is this the Horcrux you made when you were a teenager?"

"But anyway, welcome back, Voldemort."