Chapter 292 After the deed is accomplished, go to the heart and dig out the bones

Voldemort's voice brought Wormtail's thoughts back to the cave again. He quickly looked at the potion in front of him, and the color began to turn green again.

He quickly added the last of the unicorn blood and continued stirring.

It has been more than a month since he came here, and although the Dark Lord talks about an old friend, every word moves him.

But he was still arranged to hunt down unicorns in the dark forest, collect Nagini's venom, and process various herbs. He had to go outside to trade some items that were not available in the Black Forest.

Finally, we collected enough ingredients for the potion that the Dark Lord needed.

Wormtail wasn't particularly good at potions, especially high-level potions that took a month to brew.

Even with guidance from the side, his performance was really poor, and the Dark Lord's temper became increasingly irritable.

I have been stumbling like this for a month.

When the potion began to turn rose red, Voldemort reminded again:

"Add those torsos in, all at once, take your time, don't throw. Build up the fire first."

Wormtail panicked and turned the flame to a high fire with his wand, then took out several shriveled zombie-like snake corpses from the box on the side, and slowly put them into the crucible.

Then he lit the cauldron with his wand and whispered the Dark Lord's professor's auxiliary spell.

The torsos of those snakes were carefully selected by Voldemort. The snakes that he had possessed for a longer time had a strong aura of him on them.

As time passed, the potion gradually turned deep red.

"Wormtail, this is the last step. I hope you won't make any mistakes. Slowly turn down the fire and then extinguish it gradually. Always pay attention to the changes in the temperature of the potion."

Wormtail's hand holding the wand began to tremble, and he carefully extinguished the flame. The potion slowly cooled down, and a thin film even began to form on the surface.

Voldemort shouted excitedly and eagerly:

"Now! Put that kid in."

After saying that, the snake he possessed had begun to slowly wither.

Wormtail did not dare to hesitate and opened another box nearby, which contained a sleeping baby in swaddling clothes.

The moment I opened the box, the scene was so peaceful and serene. That little body was wrapped in a soft blanket, making it look particularly petite and fragile. Smooth and delicate skin, with a hint of pink on her cheeks. The eyes are closed tightly, the eyelashes gently cover the eyelids, and the breathing is even and shallow.

Wormtail had set his sights on this baby a month ago, and it was not until this afternoon that he brought the child back from the Muggle world.

It was just because the Dark Lord required that the child must be alive. If the child was stolen in advance, he would have to pay attention to feeding him at all times during the month, so he delayed stealing the child until today.

Wormtail just mixed a drop of calming potion into the child's milk, and it kept the child quiet for a few hours.

The baby was taken out of the swaddle, naked, and slowly placed into the potion.

The red potion swallowed up the cute baby bit by bit, soaking its mouth and nose.

As the child's aura disappeared little by little, the color of the potion also began to fade.

Wormtail finally saw clearly what the baby submerged in the potion had become. A disgusted expression subconsciously appeared on his face, and then he quickly put his expression away.

But all this was clearly seen by Voldemort.

The plump and rosy baby was gone, replaced by a skinny, skinny, baby-sized skull-like torso.

The originally fluffy hair on his head was gone, his cute nose had turned into two slender nostrils, and his lips seemed to have been shaved off.

The fleshy little hands now looked like pale spider legs, slender and bone-deep.

Voldemort hissed:

"Take it out, take him out quickly... hiss, hiss (Parseltongue: Nagini)..."

Wormtail looked at the monster in the crucible and hesitated for a moment. After hearing Voldemort using Parseltongue, he trembled. He quickly reached out and took the baby out of the crucible and put it back in its swaddle.

Just after finishing all this, a shuddering voice came from behind. Nagini swam to the side of the baby, then spit out the snake core and stared at the worm's tail.

When Voldemort saw Nagini coming in, he quickly turned into a black mist and got into the strange baby's body.

Then, a pair of scarlet vertical pupils, shining brightly, looked at Wormtail.

Perhaps because of nervousness, Wormtail's voice suddenly became a bit shrill and harsh:

"Master...your loyal servant, congratulations on your return..."

Voldemort's cold voice said softly:

"No, this is just the first step of resurrection. I need to create myself a body that can accommodate my poor ghost-like soul for a long time, and this body can provide me with some small help in using the wand.

My dear old friend, I have worked hard on you during this time. Come and give me your magic wand and let me try what kind of surprise this body can bring me. After all, this is the masterpiece of your hard work for a month. Don’t you want to see it? "

The monster baby had a faint smile on its face, and Nagini was preparing to attack, as if Wormtail would bite Wormtail's neck if he chose to refuse.

Wormtail walked over tremblingly, carefully grasped the top of the wand, and handed the handle of the wand to Voldemort's slender and bone-piercing hand.

Voldemort's scarlet eyes were always staring at Wormtail's. At this moment, Wormtail had a familiar feeling. The former Dark Lord was really back, and his figure suddenly took a few steps back.

Voldemort was very satisfied with the result. He gently stroked the wand. It was nine and a quarter long, and the length was very suitable for his current body.

His cold voice was like a whisper:

"That's a nice feeling, Wormtail, my old friend, how should I reward you?"

Wormtail arched his body and whispered:

"Master, I am your loyal servant, and this is what I should do."

Voldemort grabbed the wand, slowly raised it, and said softly:

"No, you need to dig out the bones..."

"Ah!" Wormtail groaned in pain. He did not expect that after Voldemort picked up the wand again, the first thing he would do was to cast the Cruciatus Curse on himself.

"Haha, do you know why?"

Wormtail's voice suddenly became hoarse, and his mouth seemed to become very dry:

"You...you..."

"I know everything, Wormtail! You have been regretting coming back to me. I saw disgust in your eyes just now..."

"I'm curious as to why Hogwarts has a student as stupid as you. Is it because of Dumbledore's kindness?"

"I cut the simple slices of magic potion into different thicknesses..."

"I see that a missing finger not only makes your hand disabled, but also your head..."

"How many times have I told you to add new ingredients when the potion changes color? Why do you need me to remind you every time?"

"If you weren't still of some use, I would have fed you to Nagini on the first day of brewing the potion... I think she must like rat meat..."