Soul shaping

Since the invention and spread of Avada Kedavra, it has been considered as the fastest and lowest threshold killing spell.It doesn't take a lot of work to master, and it doesn't have to pay a lot to use it.In fact, its price is almost negligible compared with those advanced black arts-a small piece of soul, which is the price to be paid for any murder.

Some people have always considered it to be the greatest spell in centuries, simple and effective, without superfluous actions, and powerful enough.We all know that the Avada Kedavra does not leave any traces on people, so Muggles are always puzzled by such corpses, but a wizard can easily distinguish them.

Why does Avada Kedavra leave no trace?In fact, it is different from the Cruciatus Curse, which is also one of the Unforgivable Curses. The Cruciatus Curse is a torture spell that acts on the body, while the Avada Kedavra directly acts on the soul.From this point of view, it has more in common with the Dementor Curse.

Avada Kedavra can emit powerful energy, which does no harm to the body, but can cause great damage to the soul.The human soul cannot resist this energy, so it is destroyed and dies.

There are countless wizards in history who have tried to study "anti-Avada Kedavra" or find out ways to avoid harm, but they have basically failed.So far, as far as I know, there are only three ways to counter Avada Kedavra.

The first is to enhance one's soul energy so that it can resist the attack of Avada Kedavra.This is just a theoretical method. Not to mention that no one has yet found a systematic and feasible way to strengthen the soul. If you want to resist the Death Curse, even if you use the legendary Philosopher's Stone The mysterious stone of energy, of course its function is not limited to this), I am afraid it will take decades to barely achieve it.

The second is to use ancient protection magic.This method is essentially to find a higher-level magic than the Killing Curse to counter it. Although it sounds equally unfeasible, there are indeed successful cases in history.Perhaps the most famous is the escape of Harry Potter - the Boy Who Lived - from You-Know-Who, whose mother Lily Potter is said to have cast an ancient protective spell on him to make him He survived the death curse.

The third type is the focus of what we are going to talk about today, and that is making Horcruxes...

Harry turned a few pages back, feeling his stomach start to throb.He was so hungry that he didn't want to eat at all, but the feeling of stomach pain still made him uncomfortable, and he couldn't read a word.Harry closed the book and put it back where it was, and moved to the edge of the bed step by step and fell into a ball on the bed.

The curled up position made him feel better, but the pain still came back and forth.He hugged himself hard, the pain weakened his nerves, he desperately wanted to find something to distract him, so that he would not be so sensitive to being pricked... The words that he just browsed slowly emerged in his mind , Avada Kedavra... Inevitable Death... Philosopher's Stone... Ancient Curse... Mother... Horcrux...

He hates evil things like horcruxes, but his life is tightly tied to horcruxes.Both love and mission are closely related to it.

love……?It was indeed something that made him addicted, and he was addicted to its sweetness, and for a time he almost lost himself and hesitated.But now that he thought about it, he was indeed stupid, indeed hopeless... He relied too much on Riddle, and forgot his own destiny.

He said he was going to help him, but in the end it was he who was helping him... no, not just helping him, he was controlling him, possessing him lustfully, wanting him to be his own... Harry was caught in his own head The thought in Zhong was startled, but he clearly understood that it was true.

He loved him, no doubt about it, but would he like it this way?This point showed a little bit in the prom incident, but there were too many things that happened later that I didn't think too much about it.

But in any case, he missed him very much—he missed him more and more day after day, especially on lonely nights, when all the past came to his mind, and everything was like a dream, but it made him more painful.

"Riddle...Riddle..." Harry closed his eyes and called his name unconsciously, as if this would ease his pain a little.In a daze, he seemed to hear the sound of the door opening, and then a series of footsteps...

Professor Black locked the door and strode into the room.He glanced at Harry who was curled up on the bed, frowned but ignored it, and sat directly at the desk.

He put aside the Daily Prophet in his hand, pulled out a piece of parchment, and was about to write. The boy on the bed turned over and sucked slowly, with a low voice: "Riddle..."

Professor Black's frown deepened, and he found that he couldn't ignore the voice. The boy's weak whisper kept drilling into his mind, making him unable to calm down.He stood up and walked to the bed, folded his hands and looked at Harry coldly.

"Stop screaming, there is no your little lover here."

The boy moved, but there was no response.He said something more, his voice softer, but Professor Black could still hear "Riddle".This feeling of being called by his name but not his own made him very uncomfortable. He turned Harry over and shook his shoulder: "What's wrong with you?"

Harry felt that the hand was holding him very uncomfortable, so he reached out and pushed it away.He was still half asleep and half awake, but the other party pressed his hands to prevent him from struggling.

"Who are you, let me go...Riddle..."

"I told you, your little lover is not here!" The voice was sullen, and there was a hint of incomprehensible emotion.The next moment, Harry felt something pressing down, his breath being snatched away, and the strange collision and stirring, like salty sea water, swept all his nerves. He opened his eyes suddenly, facing the constricted black pupils of the other party. .

After the shock, there was a fierce resistance. Harry turned his head vigorously, raised his leg, and was about to kick him, but a sudden throbbing pain in his stomach made him lose his strength instantly, and his face turned pale.

Harry tried to pull his hand back, but he pressed so hard that his wrist felt like it was going to grind.He couldn't help but think of the fish in the deep sea. They opened their mouths to inhale seawater, and their whole bodies were immersed in a gentle embrace; Mark of.

Every lonely, vivid, burning subtle breath is like sand and gravel transpiring under the tide water, long and thick, pervasive, and countless breaths are mixed together, making it difficult to distinguish the distance between each other.He felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell. The feeling of soaking in the sea was very comfortable and gentle, which made him drowsy...

ocean?It really was the sea...but he had never seen the sea.

Dazed, Harry jumped up and bumped into the forehead of the person on top of him.The pain made him more conscious, and he glared at Professor Black: "What the hell are you trying to do?"

The man pressed his forehead with a sullen look on his face: "You better be sensible, this is my territory." He was able to escape his illusion...

"I don't think your actions make any sense." Harry wiped his lips, thinking that this illusion was too real, and he was almost killed in the hallucination-

Wait, when it comes to illusion, he seems to have read related content in that book:

... Illusions are divided into low-level and high-level. Low-level illusions can only confuse the senses, while high-level illusions can confuse the soul.Yep, we're talking souls again.Undoubtedly, the Immortal Curse is a type of high-level illusion. It can make the caster surrender control of their own body...

When Professor Black saw that he was distracted even talking to him, his mood became even worse.He pulled his collar hard and said word by word: "Potter, don't let me hear you call that name in the future. I have plenty of ways to make you regret it."

"That's obviously your own name too, Professor." Harry's tone was ironic.

"I have long since abandoned that name, and everything related to that name." Professor Black stood up, straightened his clothes, and sat back at his desk.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and fell back on the bed.His stomach convulsed again, and he realized that the root of the problem had not been resolved.But even if he fainted from pain, he didn't want to ask him for help.Harry shrank desperately, gasped slightly, and closed his eyes.

He continued to think about the content of that book, and only those sentences full of reason could suppress his inner cries.But it was boring, and Harry almost fell asleep like that, until Professor Black finished his work and came over and gave him a push on the shoulder: "Get up, I said you had to sleep on the floor."

Harry rubbed his eyes and sat up, took one of the glasses and put them on: "...then where are the pillow and quilt?"

Professor Black waved his wand casually, and a dry mattress, quilt and pillow appeared on the ground.Harry scrambled out of bed, limping slightly in pain from the pain his body moved.

☆, Grimmauld Place

"What's the matter with you?" Before, Professor Black thought that he called Riddle's name in his sleep, but now it seems that there are other reasons.

"...You can try not eating anything or drinking water for a day. It should be a good experience." Even at this moment, Harry still taunted him with the last of his strength.

"You didn't eat?" He pulled him up from the bed and looked at his pale face, "You can tell me, instead of holding on here."

"Tell it like it's my fault. You should know I've got nothing to eat, right?"

"You mean it's all my fault?" Professor Black narrowed his eyes and pinched his chin.

"Otherwise it could be my fault?" Harry snapped his hand off.

"I'm not interested in arguing with you on this issue." Professor Black took his arm and walked out.He was walking so fast that Harry could barely keep up with him.

It was already late at night, and Malfoy Manor was pitch black and silent.Professor Black waved his wand as he walked, and bright fireworks lit up in the corridor, shaking their cheeks.

He opened the kitchen door, and Harry sat in the chair on his right.Professor Black put a binding spell on him, tied him to the chair, and then went to open the refrigerator with confidence.

Harry was a little speechless, did he think he would run away in this situation?But he can't be blamed for being too vigilant.

He turned sideways, and Professor Black was standing in the kitchen, the wand in his hand was spinning freely, white smoke rose from the pot, and the noodles danced accordingly.Harry could already smell the aroma, and his stomach growled again.

Professor Black pointed his wand, and the cooked noodles appeared in front of him, along with a fork.Scallions and eggs were added to the noodles. Harry tasted it and found it a bit salty, but it was much better than expected.But he really didn't expect Professor Black to cook himself, he thought he let the house-elf do it.

House-elf...?Wait, the house-elf of the Lucius family should be Dobby... Harry tried not to show his joy, and ate noodles to cover it up.

Professor Black sat across from him and stared at him after eating, then took him back to the room.A bowl of noodles could not immediately relieve the severe pain caused by hyperacidity, but he bit his lower lip tightly and remained silent.

"I'm going to take you to a place tomorrow." After returning to the room, he turned off the lights, and there was a rustling sound of fabrics in the darkness, as if Harry was changing clothes.

The boy didn't answer.Then there was the muffled sound of the quilt being suddenly pulled over his head, and he could only see a tightly wrapped ellipsoid on the ground.This silent defiance displeased him so much that he added viciously:

"Tomorrow you have to behave well, and everyone will look at you."

Professor Black felt that the person under the quilt seemed to move, but still did not respond, so he felt a little bored, and turned around and pulled the quilt up.

The ancestral home of the Black family, 12 Grimmauld Place.

From the outside the square doesn't seem to be any different, although no one can explain why number 11 is followed by number 13.If you forcefully pull a Muggle to ask why, you will probably only get an answer similar to "it has always been like this" or "probably unlucky".

Recently, some strangely dressed men and women began to appear on this street.Some of them wore long outdated robes and pointed hats; some had a white owl on their shoulders, which was definitely the first time they had seen an owl in daylight; The hair color was changing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ron walked cautiously down the stairs.He slowed down, trying not to make a sound.The huge portrait of an old woman on the wall is dozing, snot bubbles popping out of her big nose and then retracted, the cycle repeats.

When he finally reached the last step, Ron breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly his feet sank. The rotten board could no longer bear his weight, and it broke under the pressure, making a crisp "click".

Ron sighed, covering his ears with his hands.Sure enough, Mrs. Black in the frame opened her eyes and began to curse: "Scum! Traitor! Dirty thing! How dare you defile the pure Black family..."

"I'm really fed up!" Ron covered his ears and strode into the hall. Several people were already sitting on the sofa. Ginny and Hermione were eating grapes, and they handed him a bunch when they saw him coming.

"Thanks. Every time I go down the stairs she wakes up and yells at me—"

"You have to be more careful, Ron."

"I was careful enough, I didn't make any sound this time! But who knew that the stairs suddenly broke!" Ron bit off a few grapes vigorously, as if this was the only way to relieve his hatred.

"The staircase really should be repaired, it's broken like that, I saw a mouse come out of the hole a few days ago." Ginny said casually.

"Sirius has been trying to get it off the wall, but it doesn't seem to work." Hermione shrugged.She glanced back, there was a closed door, and the Weasley brothers were squatting beside it, trying to eavesdrop with their extendable ears.

"What did he say?"

"I think it should be 'deciphering'...Damn it, the sound is getting blurred."

"...Why can't you hear it all of a sudden?"

"Oops, cut off!"

The door was thrown open suddenly, and Snape was standing in front of them sullenly, with two damaged retractable ears in his hands.He put the retractable earbuds back in their hands and closed the door in their faces.

Fred and George came back cursing and saying things like "that big jackass."They sat down across from Ron, and George took a bunch of grapes from the coffee table.

"Can we eat, ladies?" he asked, smiling.

"Oh, please take it easy."

"Hey, why didn't you ask me?" Ron kicked his foot from underneath.

"Ron, didn't Mrs. Black teach you how to observe etiquette?" George stepped back swiftly and shook his head.

"Oh, don't mention her again! I'm going crazy!" Ron gesticulated while eating the grapes, "By the way, what did you hear just now?"

Fred and George looked at each other, the former shrugged and spread his hands: "I didn't hear anything, they seemed to cast a harassment spell. We just heard some fragmented words, and you saw it later, right? Snape..."

"Professor Snape," Hermione corrected.

"Oh, never mind. Anyway, we don't have extra retractable ears now." Fred looked at Hermione, "By the way, Hermione, tell us what you know, I didn't catch it last time ..."

"I want to hear it again, too." George blinked.Although Ron and Ginny didn't speak, there was obvious expectation in their eyes.Hermione had no choice but to clear her throat, and recalled again: "We went to Durmstrang to participate in the Triwizard Tournament. Of course, Harry and I just went to observe..."

She briefly described how Harry was framed as a champion, what happened at the game, and then the worst scene they had ever seen—

"... Draco and I told Madam Maxime, but she still insisted not to terminate the match, but she followed us to the scene of the crime... but there was no one there, Polyasser, Margaret Neither Prometheus nor Prometheus. Then I guessed that Prometheus might go to the underground casino, so we—we just—went there.” She stopped, her voice trembling, as if I thought of something extremely terrifying.

"and then?"

"Then we...we saw the dead bodies of members of 'Dark Bones'. There were many, many, horrible...it felt like being on a battlefield. We checked every room and in one room we found Prometheus and The body of Jetis... We didn't speak, not a word. After coming out, Madame Maxime looked pained and agitated, but she just patted us on the shoulder. The game is over, Cedric wins Now... we thought that the dead man would get word, but no, it seems to be suppressed, and the evidence is gone. But it seems that someone found the tombstones of Marguerite and Polyather in the grove, I think Prometheus set it up. No one seems to be able to destroy that tombstone, not even to open it. I don’t think it’s possible to keep this secret, but I just don’t know how the situation will develop.”

They were all silent and heavy-hearted.The danger came faster than expected, and its cruelty far exceeded their expectations.The horn of war has sounded, and they all have to take up the sword and shield to fight, and no one will be spared.

The author has something to say: I feel super tired after measuring 2000 meters

☆、meeting

"By the way, Hermione, I have a few questions... You seem to have mentioned a person who often helped Harry in your narrative. Who is that person?" Fred raised his hand.

"Uh...he's Tom Riddle, I think Professor Dumbledore will introduce you to who he is." Hermione avoided the subject, "Any other questions?"

"I heard that Harry was taken away by a mysterious man. Is this true or not?" Ginny asked.

"It seems like this...Professor Dumbledore went to rescue him at that time, but I didn't see him bring him back." Hermione looked worried, and she kept interlacing her fingers, looking very anxious, "But I think Harry should be fine now, and if You-Know-Who kills him there will be a lot of publicity."

"Hey...it's really worrying."

"By the way, why do you say that Malfoy can participate in their discussion, but we can't?" George glanced at the closed door and muttered dissatisfiedly.

"That's right, if it's because he knows about the Triwizard Tournament, why can't you go in, Hermione?" Fred nodded seriously.

Hermione remembered that after they had finished the lunch Kreacher had cooked, Draco suddenly came over and told her that Professor Dumbledore had asked him to attend the meeting.Of course she was very surprised, because there had never been such a precedent before—their underage children could also participate in their discussions.

Hermione thought it had something to do with his father, since Draco never came home, but lived with them at 12 Grimmauld Place.She felt that something must have happened.

Inside the meeting room.The shabby dark green curtains were tightly drawn, and mottled snake-like traces could be faintly seen on them.Light penetrates through the gaps in the curtains, forming a series of tiny pearls.

At this moment, a dozen people sat around the oval table with serious expressions.

"Are you sure, Severus, he really said that?" Tonks couldn't help asking.Her hair is pink today, which makes her stand out in the crowd.

"I don't think I need to repeat it again, Tonks." Snape still had a gloomy face and spoke slowly.

"Severus, please describe carefully what you saw." Dumbledore said with a light cough.

Snape clasped his hands in front of his chest and sat upright.He closed his eyes and began to describe in detail:

Just this morning, I was sitting in the ground floor lobby of Malfoy Manor with a bunch of Death Eaters - who do you say?Many people, basically everyone, were called by Regulus.By the way, they didn't know that Regulus was possessed, they only thought he was the Dark Lord's confidant - and then Regulus walked down the stairs with Potter.

"Hey guys. Let's see who this is?" he exclaimed with a smug smile.

The boy stood reluctantly beside him in a formal black trench coat with a white tie at the collar.

"Oh, isn't this the Boy Who Lived!" the Carlo brothers exclaimed exaggeratedly.

"Harry Potter!" Dolohov exclaimed excitedly.

"Why the hell is Potter here?"

"Oh, the legendary savior has contributed to our master's rebirth..." Regulus smiled even wider, and he leaned over to laugh at Potter, pinching his face, "Really, Potter? You should be honored, it's a great thing."

The boy wanted to avoid him in annoyance, and said coldly "I don't think so", but the Death Eaters laughed loudly.

"Listen, what is he talking about!"

"I've become a prisoner and dare to talk like that!"

"What a disobedient kid, I think he might need us to tell him what pain is..."

Regulus was not angry, he pulled Harry and said loudly to the chattering crowd: "Everyone, you may not know that our master is coming back tonight, and Potter will be executed! We will let the world know who is the master of this world and who can have the last laugh!"

"Oh, that would be great!"

"The master is coming back!"

Amid the almost frantic cheers, Regulus led Potter out of the gate. Bellatrix excitedly begged to go with him, but he refused, and had to go back into the house disappointed.

"...that's all I saw. Everyone was waiting in Malfoy Manor, and I found an excuse to slip out. But I can't stay away for too long, they'll get suspicious." Snape slowly Said.

"That is to say, they are going to use Harry to resurrect You-Know-Who?" Sirius stood up, glaring at Snape.

"Sit down, Sirius. Severus, did he say where he was going to meet Voldemort?" asked Dumbledore.

"No, he won't let us follow." Snape shook his head.

"Very vigilant... Did you put a locator on him as I said?"

"I tried, but using these Muggle instruments in Malfoy Manor will not work. Using magic he will definitely find out."

"Okay, I see." Dumbledore's expression remained unchanged, "Then let's discuss the difficulties faced by our new member of the Order of the Phoenix, Draco Malfoy."

All eyes were focused on the pale boy sitting next to Snape. He looked a little nervous, his hands clutching his robe uncomfortably.

"Draco, did you receive the letter from your father yesterday?" Dumbledore asked kindly.

"Yes, Professor." Draco managed to calm himself down and replied, "He told me to go back, I know what this means... According to Professor Snape, the Death Eaters are all gathered now In my house, I'd be forced to become a Death Eater when I got back."

"You mean, you don't want to be a Death Eater?" asked Mad-Eye Moody, who had been sitting silent in his chair, glaring at the others with his scary fake eye, straightening up, normal Staring at Draco with abnormal eyes at the same time, "Son, you have to think clearly. As far as I know, your family has a tradition of Death Eaters..."

"I... I know a lot of people don't believe me or what I say. Yes, my parents are Death Eaters, and I thought I was going to be a Death Eater...but I don't Thinking so, especially after everything in Durmstrang, I don't think so anymore. I made a lot of friends in Durmstrang, but they all died.. I guess it's not what I want Yes, I don't want to see anyone die again." His voice trembled at first, but then slowly became firm, full of the power of faith.

When Draco said the last word, Dumbledore led the applause, the rest of the Order followed suit, and the room roared with applause.Draco sat down with a blush on his pale face, and Snape patted him on the back encouragingly.

"You have also heard what he said. Draco's performance in Durmstrang is no less than many brave wizards who fought against Voldemort in the dark age. I believe he really wants to join the Order of the Phoenix, so from now on I I hope you will stop showing any doubts about his sincerity." Dumbledore looked around seriously.

"Don't worry, Dumbledore," said Hagrid gruffly.

"We're not corrupt old men." Tonks winked playfully.

"We'll take good care of the Malfoy boys, Albus," Mad-Eye Moody said hoarsely, taking a sip from the flask he carried with him.At his words, Draco flinched and knocked off Snape's quill.

"Very well, then I have to introduce someone to you... Some of you may know him, but of course most of you don't know who he is." Dumbledore coughed again, and took it out of his pocket. A golden locket came out.Mr. Weasley asked in surprise: "Isn't that Molly's locket? Why is it here..."

"Oh, she gave the locket to Harry later. And now there's a man in the locket... come out, Riddle."

A figure appeared beside Dumbledore out of thin air. It was a tall boy. He was almost black and white. There was no smile on his handsome face.

As soon as he appeared, Mundungus flinched and overturned the chair with him; Snape and Lupine drew their wands and pointed at him; McGonagall almost knocked Tonks over with a shake of his hand. Mad-Eye Moody stood up, his terrifying fake eye twirling around; only Sirius was slightly surprised, while Draco sat calmly drinking tea, with a look of familiarity. look.

"Everyone calm down, calm down... Put down your wand, Severus, Remus... Cough, introduce yourself, Riddle." Dumbledore tried to calm the frightened members of the Order of the Phoenix, but the effect seemed to be ineffective. very good.

"I'm Tom Riddle, the lover of Harry Potter." Riddle calmly threw the heavy weight, which caused the crowd to fall into chaos again. Before everyone could fully digest the news, he pulled out his wand and began to draw in the air English characters, "I think my other identity may be more familiar to you."

He wrote his name "Tom Marvolo Riddle" in front of him, then waved his wand lightly, all the letters were rearranged and spelled out another paragraph——

I am Voldemort.

The audience fell into a dead silence.

Then it exploded.

☆, the death of the savior

After the small door of the meeting room was opened, members of the Order of the Phoenix came out one after another.Fred, Hermione, and Ginny stood up from the sofa, while George and Ron continued to work on the gobstones.

"Albus, I still firmly disagree with him joining the Order of the Phoenix... The Malfoy boy is okay, but he is too much..." Mad-Eye Moody kept shaking his head, expressing his extreme disapproval.And McGonagall, Lupine and Mr. Weasley who were following beside him also nodded.

"I trust Riddle."

"Why do you believe him? Don't say it's because of love, I don't think the mysterious person knows..."

"It is indeed because of love. I believe that everything he said is true." Dumbledore shook his head, stretched out a hand to stop him from arguing, "Okay, this matter will not be discussed any further." There will be results, and I still stick to my opinion, Alastor."

"Me too, Albus."

Hermione saw Draco stepping out of the crowd and hurried to him.She glanced at Mad-Eye Moody and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with them?"

Draco shook his head and whispered in her ear, "They don't agree with Master joining the Order of the Phoenix."

"Ah..." Hermione didn't know what to say, she knew everyone's reaction was normal.It was impossible even for her to let the enemy that the organization wanted to destroy join them.

"Hermione, do you trust the master?" Draco looked at the lonely figure wandering away from the crowd. The result of their final discussion was to let Dumbledore keep the locket, which was their bottom line.He remembered the three sentences that Riddle said in front of everyone, every word was loud and sharp:

"I am Voldemort, but I am not Voldemort;

I don't deny my past, and I will also undertake the future of killing together;

I am not worthy of being loved, but I will do my best to protect him, this is my promise. "

He didn't know how to describe the shock in his heart.This is not a movie with big ostentation and special effects.This is just a sacrifice that happens slowly deep in the heart, without even drastic changes, bit by bit, the person has been embedded in the heart indelibly.

"I think... I should believe him." Hermione thought for a while and replied, "I believe in Dumbledore, and I believe in myself."

This is a desolate and quiet forest, black branches shake the same dark leaves, and the hoarse wind sounds through the moth-eaten holes, piercing like a woman's shrill scream.Harry tried to open his eyes, and he saw the moon hanging on the top of the tree. He had never seen such a pale moon, like the bloodless face of a vampire.

But those woods and the moon were nothing compared to the eerie scene boiling in the cauldron.He saw a cloud of white mist rising slowly from the cauldron, and the white mist gradually filled his entire field of vision, making him unable to see everything in the dark.Immediately afterwards, he saw a dark and slender figure of a man through the white mist, like a skeleton.

Karkaroff hurriedly put on the black robe for him. His left arm had been cut off by himself during the ceremony, and blood was pouring out continuously, soaking his robe.

The man stepped out of the white mist, and Harry saw that face - paler than a skeleton, a pair of blood red eyes like two fire lanterns, a nose as flat as a snake, with two slits for nostrils...

Voldemort is resurrected.

He looked at his new body, his spider-like bony hands were constantly moving, stroking his shoulders, chest, arms... He stared at Harry who was tied to the tree, his long nails rubbing against his chin, It has a scrub-like tingling sensation.A large snake climbed up from behind a tree and hissed around Harry.Voldemort looked away from Harry. He walked towards Karkaroff, who was lying on the ground and groaning with his broken arm. He took out his wand from the depths of his pocket and waved it lightly. The silver light gathered into a brand new arm and connected it to him. on the broken arm.

"Great...thank you so much...Master..." Karkaroff stroked his new arm in disbelief, crawled to Voldemort's feet, and kissed his robe.

"Very good... very good..." Voldemort turned around, looked at Professor Black standing in the shadow of the gray tree, and waved to him, "Come here, my Horcrux."

He didn't start right away, but stood there for a while until Voldemort grew impatient and walked slowly towards him.

"Is everything arranged?"

"It has been arranged...the Death Eaters are all gathered at Malfoy Manor to await your return."

"After 13 years...no one came back to me