Chapter 292 Fumo Union
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Shui Shen Zhi Feng
Chapter 292 Fumo Union
Although Voldemort kept silent, the ever-changing expression on the snake's face showed his inner wavering and struggle at the moment.
Voldemort was afraid of death.
Although fear of death is the inherent nature of everyone and every living body, it can be said that among all the characters that appear throughout the seven original books, Voldemort is undoubtedly the one who fears death the most. He is willing to sacrifice his soul, his handsome appearance, and even pay all the price in order to escape death.
Of course Voldemort knew that he would not die, but after 13 years of hard work, he finally came to this point, was able to reshape his physical body, restore his previous strength, and return to his peak state.There is also a lot of luck involved in this - Voldemort cannot use a wand when he is in a remnant state, nor can he cast most magic.
He needs an assistant, or a servant.
As long as there is a loyal servant, he can let the other party use the magic he has researched to help him recreate a physical body.
Four years ago, when he was still surviving in the Albanian jungle, the professor named Quirrell came to him. Although his mana was not weak, his mind was very weak.Of course, he didn't get nothing, at least that time, he knew the truth about his death at Potter's hands.
It was an ancient bloodline protection spell.There was nothing unusual about Potter. He was killed by a 1-year-old child out of sheer carelessness.
What is really hateful is Dumbledore, a hypocrite. He usually looks upright, and he is more sophisticated than any strategist in calculating himself.He obviously believed the prophecy, and wanted to train this boy named Potter to deal with him. Based on the remaining power of the bloodline protection spell, he added a new spell, and perfected the entire bloodline protection magic—from then on, the power related to him could never touch that boy again.
It was precisely because he didn't know this that he finally fell into Dumbledore's calculations. The moment Quirrell touched Potter, Quirrell was wiped out, and he once again lost his dependable servant.
"Hmph, Dumbledore, you may be complacent about your plan, you probably haven't thought about it... I have figured out the solution, I used the boy's blood as the raw material for my resurrection, I have obtained the protection of the blood magic in his blood, I no longer need to be afraid of touching him, hahahaha..." - this is Voldemort's idea.
Of course, because of the loss of his servant, Voldemort could only choose to hibernate again.
Lady luck favored him again and brought him Peter Pettigrew.Although Peter Pettigrew was full of lies, greedy for life and afraid of death, he finally brought himself an opportunity to be resurrected and returned, and he successfully seized the opportunity this time.
Now, a new problem arises.
The Death Eaters, including Pettigrew, have all betrayed.If I die here again, even if I have an immortal body, will I still have the luck of being favored by the goddess of luck for the third time, and get another chance to be resurrected?
Voldemort dared not gamble.
Morgan could see that Voldemort had moved, and knowing that the time was ripe, he put in the last chip: "As a gift to welcome you to join us, I can give you a piece of precious information for free - the fact that you made multiple Horcruxes has actually been noticed by Dumbledore and Schelling, and they have probably mastered or destroyed some of your Horcruxes—"
"What did you say!" Voldemort, who had been pretending to be ruthless, finally couldn't help showing a shocked expression, and exclaimed.
Morgan ignored Voldemort's reaction, and continued on his own: "If you join us, we can arrange manpower to help you retrieve your Horcrux, and we will arrange manpower to protect you tightly, I can guarantee that including Dumbledore—" Morgan's two-color pupils shone like gems, and she whispered: "No one can easily take away your Horcrux!"
Voldemort's expression changed from shock at first, to disbelief, and finally to despair.
From Morgan's words, he understood one thing - he has always felt too good about himself.He thought that making multiple Horcruxes was his biggest secret, but in fact, there were so many people who knew about it all along.
Morgan's words were clearly saying that she had known about Horcruxes for a long time, and had already mastered at least one of his Horcruxes!
Voldemort is confident in the horcruxes he hides in the House of Requirement and the seaside cave, but the one in Gaunt's old house is too obvious. This horcrux is most likely to fall into the hands of the shadow of the dragon. Although he has set up some traps and protections in Gaunt's old house, they are aimed at Dumbledore.
In the end, Voldemort's expression stopped changing. He let out a long breath, nodded slowly, and said, "I agree to join you, but it doesn't mean that I am willing to obey any orders from you—I want to have a certain degree of autonomy, at least to have time to act freely..."
"A wise choice!" Morgan laughed, and she was not surprised by Voldemort's choice. "Don't worry, as the Dark Lord with the most vicious name and the most powerful magic power of our time, you deserve the highest respect from all members of our organization. After you join us, I promise you that no one will dare to boss you around. We will seek sincere cooperation with you, and we are very willing to help you to achieve your ambitions and goals."
Although Voldemort was forced to bow his head due to reality, he would not lose his pride as a generation of Dark Lord. He said in a cold tone: "You know my ambition and goal?"
"That's natural. Since we dare to recruit you, we're sure of it—" Morgan smiled faintly, but the confidence in his tone was unquestionable. "More than ten years ago, under your leadership, the Death Eaters launched the first wizarding war, and the slogan of that war was 'Eliminate the traitors of wizards and the low bloodlines that steal the magic power of wizards'. It shows that your goal is to establish a single-minded society ruled by pure-blood families with an iron fist—"
"Actually, this war is far from your goal. At best, it is just a process and a means for you to achieve your personal ideals... Your goal is—"
"Let your name 'Voldemort'—bring despair and fear to the whole world, let the whole world—not just a small piece of land like Great Britain—remember your name firmly, and let your name become a black legend for all ages!"
Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, obviously these words were very useful to him.
Morgan nodded, "Our organization does not conflict with your goals—in fact, as a mysterious organization that exists like a shadow in the dark, we really need someone like you to act as our spokesperson and represent us on the bright side—and you can also use our power to destroy your enemies and build your dark kingdom..."
"Very good!" The fierce red glow lit up in Voldemort's pupils again, "I believe you this time, our joint cooperation is indeed a perfect combination..."
(End of this chapter)
Although Voldemort kept silent, the ever-changing expression on the snake's face showed his inner wavering and struggle at the moment.
Voldemort was afraid of death.
Although fear of death is the inherent nature of everyone and every living body, it can be said that among all the characters that appear throughout the seven original books, Voldemort is undoubtedly the one who fears death the most. He is willing to sacrifice his soul, his handsome appearance, and even pay all the price in order to escape death.
Of course Voldemort knew that he would not die, but after 13 years of hard work, he finally came to this point, was able to reshape his physical body, restore his previous strength, and return to his peak state.There is also a lot of luck involved in this - Voldemort cannot use a wand when he is in a remnant state, nor can he cast most magic.
He needs an assistant, or a servant.
As long as there is a loyal servant, he can let the other party use the magic he has researched to help him recreate a physical body.
Four years ago, when he was still surviving in the Albanian jungle, the professor named Quirrell came to him. Although his mana was not weak, his mind was very weak.Of course, he didn't get nothing, at least that time, he knew the truth about his death at Potter's hands.
It was an ancient bloodline protection spell.There was nothing unusual about Potter. He was killed by a 1-year-old child out of sheer carelessness.
What is really hateful is Dumbledore, a hypocrite. He usually looks upright, and he is more sophisticated than any strategist in calculating himself.He obviously believed the prophecy, and wanted to train this boy named Potter to deal with him. Based on the remaining power of the bloodline protection spell, he added a new spell, and perfected the entire bloodline protection magic—from then on, the power related to him could never touch that boy again.
It was precisely because he didn't know this that he finally fell into Dumbledore's calculations. The moment Quirrell touched Potter, Quirrell was wiped out, and he once again lost his dependable servant.
"Hmph, Dumbledore, you may be complacent about your plan, you probably haven't thought about it... I have figured out the solution, I used the boy's blood as the raw material for my resurrection, I have obtained the protection of the blood magic in his blood, I no longer need to be afraid of touching him, hahahaha..." - this is Voldemort's idea.
Of course, because of the loss of his servant, Voldemort could only choose to hibernate again.
Lady luck favored him again and brought him Peter Pettigrew.Although Peter Pettigrew was full of lies, greedy for life and afraid of death, he finally brought himself an opportunity to be resurrected and returned, and he successfully seized the opportunity this time.
Now, a new problem arises.
The Death Eaters, including Pettigrew, have all betrayed.If I die here again, even if I have an immortal body, will I still have the luck of being favored by the goddess of luck for the third time, and get another chance to be resurrected?
Voldemort dared not gamble.
Morgan could see that Voldemort had moved, and knowing that the time was ripe, he put in the last chip: "As a gift to welcome you to join us, I can give you a piece of precious information for free - the fact that you made multiple Horcruxes has actually been noticed by Dumbledore and Schelling, and they have probably mastered or destroyed some of your Horcruxes—"
"What did you say!" Voldemort, who had been pretending to be ruthless, finally couldn't help showing a shocked expression, and exclaimed.
Morgan ignored Voldemort's reaction, and continued on his own: "If you join us, we can arrange manpower to help you retrieve your Horcrux, and we will arrange manpower to protect you tightly, I can guarantee that including Dumbledore—" Morgan's two-color pupils shone like gems, and she whispered: "No one can easily take away your Horcrux!"
Voldemort's expression changed from shock at first, to disbelief, and finally to despair.
From Morgan's words, he understood one thing - he has always felt too good about himself.He thought that making multiple Horcruxes was his biggest secret, but in fact, there were so many people who knew about it all along.
Morgan's words were clearly saying that she had known about Horcruxes for a long time, and had already mastered at least one of his Horcruxes!
Voldemort is confident in the horcruxes he hides in the House of Requirement and the seaside cave, but the one in Gaunt's old house is too obvious. This horcrux is most likely to fall into the hands of the shadow of the dragon. Although he has set up some traps and protections in Gaunt's old house, they are aimed at Dumbledore.
In the end, Voldemort's expression stopped changing. He let out a long breath, nodded slowly, and said, "I agree to join you, but it doesn't mean that I am willing to obey any orders from you—I want to have a certain degree of autonomy, at least to have time to act freely..."
"A wise choice!" Morgan laughed, and she was not surprised by Voldemort's choice. "Don't worry, as the Dark Lord with the most vicious name and the most powerful magic power of our time, you deserve the highest respect from all members of our organization. After you join us, I promise you that no one will dare to boss you around. We will seek sincere cooperation with you, and we are very willing to help you to achieve your ambitions and goals."
Although Voldemort was forced to bow his head due to reality, he would not lose his pride as a generation of Dark Lord. He said in a cold tone: "You know my ambition and goal?"
"That's natural. Since we dare to recruit you, we're sure of it—" Morgan smiled faintly, but the confidence in his tone was unquestionable. "More than ten years ago, under your leadership, the Death Eaters launched the first wizarding war, and the slogan of that war was 'Eliminate the traitors of wizards and the low bloodlines that steal the magic power of wizards'. It shows that your goal is to establish a single-minded society ruled by pure-blood families with an iron fist—"
"Actually, this war is far from your goal. At best, it is just a process and a means for you to achieve your personal ideals... Your goal is—"
"Let your name 'Voldemort'—bring despair and fear to the whole world, let the whole world—not just a small piece of land like Great Britain—remember your name firmly, and let your name become a black legend for all ages!"
Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, obviously these words were very useful to him.
Morgan nodded, "Our organization does not conflict with your goals—in fact, as a mysterious organization that exists like a shadow in the dark, we really need someone like you to act as our spokesperson and represent us on the bright side—and you can also use our power to destroy your enemies and build your dark kingdom..."
"Very good!" The fierce red glow lit up in Voldemort's pupils again, "I believe you this time, our joint cooperation is indeed a perfect combination..."
(End of this chapter)
