The little bun is looking for his father

Snape has been busy making wolfbane recently, and Lockhart resigned after being a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts for a year. Dumbledore can only hire a new professor——Remus?Lupine, for him, Snape is researching a more effective wolfbane potion, so that he can spare time to deal with Hogwarts affairs in the future, he doesn't want to worry so much about that werewolf Lupine every month .

For Dean, this day was probably the most thrilling day in the past seven years. The place where Tom took him was the churchyard in Little Hangleton, where Tom's father Riddle was buried. Beyond a tombstone, there was a woman and a baby, as well as a man lying on the ground and tied up.

Sitting on the branch wearing the cloak of invisibility, Dean and Tom were not noticed, the wind was blowing, there was no sunshine this day, and no Muggles would come to the always gloomy cemetery.A large cauldron seemed to be cooking something, and Dean posted back, wondering what Dad had brought him over to see.

"Okay Bella, put me in there."

It was a hoarse voice. Dean saw the bag move, probably something inside was talking. For some reason, Dean suddenly had a bad premonition, looking at the shaggy-haired witch Opening the bag, he took a deep breath, but he didn't shout out.

The main soul is neither human nor ghost, and looks like a curled up baby, but it doesn't resemble much of a human at all, with no fur, only a layer of scales on its body, a pair of red eyes on a snake face , except that this place made Dean feel okay, other places gave him goosebumps.

"Master, be careful."

The woman named Bella carefully put the monster in the bag into the cauldron. Dean seemed to be watching a live version of a chemical experiment, feeling his stomach tumbling, and he knew he would not eat so much breakfast.

"Father's bones, donated unintentionally, can make your son regenerate!"

As Bella raised her wand and shouted, Dean saw the tomb crack open, and a small wisp of dust rose into the air as if summoned, and then gently fell into the cauldron.The liquid in the cauldron hissed, sparks flew from the burning below, and when viewed from above, the liquid turned a dazzling blue.

Tom squeezed Dean's little hand so that he wouldn't be too bored. After the people under his surveillance got the news, Tom made a plan to bring Dean with him. As his son, the bloody scene was earlier. It's good to get used to it, not to mention, today is the day of his real resurrection, he needs a testimony, and his son is undoubtedly the best choice.

"Your servant's flesh, donated voluntarily, can regenerate your master."

Bella pulled out a dagger, gritted her teeth, and swung it down towards her left arm. Dean heard a scream, and Bella's arm was cut off by herself and put in the cauldron.

This scene was really cruel. Dean didn't understand what Bella was doing. It was like a sacrificial ceremony, rebirth or something. Could it be some kind of witchcraft?

The liquid in the crucible turned red, and it was scary to look at. Bella, who lost an arm, struggled to walk in front of the bound male wizard, and cut his arm with a dagger, blood flowed down the arm to the crystal. In the bottle, he didn't speak. Dean could only see his back, not his face, let alone the expression on his face.

"The blood of your enemy, compelled to sacrifice, will bring your enemy back to life."

Bella was a little unbearable due to excessive blood loss. After pouring the blood into the crucible, the last step was completed. She collapsed and panted heavily while clutching her wound to reduce some pain.

After a while, the cauldron automatically stopped burning, and the contents inside seemed to have finished brewing. A burst of white smoke floated out. Through the white smoke, Dean saw a figure of a man in the cauldron. He blinked, not daring to I believe that a tall man will come out of the cauldron. The wizard is really amazing, just like magic.

"Bella, help me get dressed."

Putting on a black robe, Voldemort stepped out of the cauldron, and felt that the world had changed color. After so many years, he was finally resurrected, with a body and an immortal soul. He, Voldemort, was destined to go farther than anyone else on the road to eternal life. !

"Avada Kedavra."

It's a pity that the mantis stalking the cicada and the oriole were behind, and a green light shot directly at Bellacritus from the tree. She lost an arm and was powerless to resist. Tom jumped down from the tree, and Dean was still sitting in the invisible cloak. On the tree, he watched his father standing with that strange man.

The wand in Bella's hand was taken by the main soul. He looked at Tom in front of him in shock, frowned and guessed which Horcrux it was.

"I haven't seen you for a year. You seem to be doing well? But that's it."

Tom and Voldemort stood facing each other. One was full of youthful brilliance, while the other looked old. The two pairs of red eyes looked at each other. Voldemort's past and present finally stood together inevitably.

Dean looked at the two people under the tree and felt the resemblance between that man and Tom's father. He vaguely understood something, but he understood. Now he can't do anything, all he can do is watch carefully. Watching my dad's victory.

"It's you? I should have thought a long time ago, how could you, who got the Philosopher's Stone, not carry forward my career? Let me guess, when are you the little thing I left behind..."

The main soul didn't take Tom seriously. In his view, Tom was just a horcrux, which was reserved for his eternal life. How could it be against him?With the wand in hand now, he was Voldemort anyway, and it was impossible for him to be killed by such a young self.

"I am everything. And you are nothing and will soon become dust. This cemetery is where you will be buried."

Tom showed a triumphant smile. He looked at the main soul as if he was looking at a dead self. After planning for such a long time, everything is now on the right track. As long as he kills the main soul, the world will never die. There will be no second Voldemort, and it's time for his Death Eaters to gather together to act together.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

The main soul raised his wand when Tom was laughing, planning to act first, after all, Bella had already been killed by him, no one here could help him, and Tom didn't know if he had set up an ambush, the main soul knew He was careless, but now he has no choice.

"Shen Feng has no shadow!"

After Tom avoided the Cruciatus Curse, he gave the main soul a spell developed by Snape, and blood flowed down the main soul's chest. This bloody scene really scared Dean, no wonder Snape's father Saying that the spell can only be used on enemies is pretty damn powerful.

Covering his mouth and watching the development of the situation below, Dean felt that his body seemed to explode. The magic power scattered by Tom and the main soul affected Dean's body, and he couldn't help shaking , after Tom used a death curse on the main soul, he fell off the tree.

The invisibility cloak was blown away halfway and fell to the ground first. Dean used a floating spell on himself in a hurry, and finally he didn't hit the ground with the invisibility cloak.

"Dean!"

Tom, who had dealt with the main soul, was still immersed in the atmosphere of killing himself, when he heard a muffled groan, turned his head and saw Dean fell to the ground with bruises on his arms and legs.

"Why did it fall? Are you scared?"

The two of them were sitting on the trunk of the tree just now. It stands to reason that Dean would not fall at all. When the two attacked each other, the spell did not shoot towards the tree. Dean fell only because he was restless. Lost strength and slipped from the tree trunk.

Tom couldn't help wondering if the fight between him and the main soul was too intense, and Dean couldn't sit still on the tree because he was scared. Fortunately, the tree trunk was not very high from the ground. After checking, Dean should only have some small scratches.

"It's just that my body suddenly loses strength... Dad, I'm so sleepy..."

Dean felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. After yawning, Dean fell asleep just like that, regardless of the burning pain on the bruised skin, not in a coma, but really just fell asleep, which made Tom a little I can't laugh or cry.

After finishing the matter here in Little Hangleton, Tom carried Dean back to his home, where he wanted to surprise Dean today - Voldemort's Manor.

The bruises on the legs and arms were solved with a spell, but the fact that Dean suddenly became weak and wanted to sleep reminded Tom of the previous two coma of Dean, which seemed to be related to his own burst of magic power. The problem is difficult to solve for a while, but it is still necessary to get some potions to replenish the magic power.

When Dean was sleepy on the bed, there was only one Voldemort left in this world. In the past, present and future, there will only be one Voldemort, looking down upon all living beings.