Chapter 229 Trading
From the nightmare black fog hidden in the Philosopher's Stone, Light received news that required special attention.
Pettigrew has arrived in Albania and has reached a huge and gloomy forest.
The combination of all this information fits perfectly with what Wright knew.
So he began to prepare!
Driven by magic and his own inner unwillingness, Pettigrew was crawling in front of a giant snake.
Next to him lay a slightly plump woman.
From her messy clothes, it can be seen that they were looted.
Just as Pettigrew was saying something humbly, black smoke came out from the giant snake.
An illusory human face condensed in the air, and a gloomy voice sounded:
"Come out! I've noticed you."
"I will not mistake this turbid magical fluctuation for the pursuer of the Philosopher's Stone."
"Hehehe...I never thought of hiding it from you."
"After all, it's ridiculous that such a piece of trash could escape from prison for no reason and even cross mountains and seas to find you."
Along with the hoarse voice came the painful howling of Pettigrew.
He was in so much pain that he wanted to struggle and roll around, but he couldn't control his body.
The pain did not last long. Thick black fog poured out from the dwarf's body and condensed into an illusory human figure in the air.
"What did I see? The legendary Dark Lord!"
"You seem very confident that you dare to expose my disguise at this time."
Voldemort, floating above the giant snake, calmly watched the gradually spreading turbid magic power.
And the black fog that unabashedly blocked and cut off all his escape routes.
"Stop it! I still have Horcruxes, you can't kill me."
Hearing Voldemort's words of weakness, Wright, who was controlling the situation behind the scenes, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
But he did not speak, and continued to drive the nightmare black fog mixed with filthy magic power.
Voldemort looked at Wright's actions but did not react at all, as if he was very sure that Wright would not murder him.
When Wright realized that Voldemort's attitude was obviously wrong, he immediately changed his original plan.
Before long, while the two were calculating, the dirty black fog had completely closed in, isolating the area where they were from the outside world.
Seeing that the encirclement had been formed, Voldemort said in a gloomy but extremely rational voice:
"You specifically asked Wormtail to find me, not just to capture me."
"What's the reason why you went to so much trouble to appear in front of me?"
"Why did he suddenly change his tone? Did he see through me? Or..."
Hearing Voldemort's completely opposite attitude, Wright narrowed his eyes slightly, and a vague guess emerged in his mind:
"He's testing me! Testing whether I know the connection between him and the Philosopher's Stone."
"It seems that Voldemort may have come into contact with similar people on his way to resurrection."
"In fact, there is a high possibility that we have met before..."
Knowing what Voldemort was thinking, Light suddenly had an idea and thought of a perfect excuse.
He controlled the black fog and replied slowly with a hoarse voice:
"You know what I want, why pretend to be confused?"
Seeing that Voldemort didn't say anything, Wright directly used his ultimate move:
"I'm from the Philosopher's Stone, two years ago! We did come into contact."
Sensing Voldemort's slight mental fluctuations through the diffuse black fog, he continued:
"The Philosopher's Stone has been drained by Dumbledore. Now I can only use the Horcruxes to come back to life."
"If you disagree, then it's not like I haven't researched the methods of torturing souls."
After the hoarse words fell, the whole space was silent, as silent as death!
After a long moment, Voldemort said quietly, "What can you give me?"
"I don't believe you dare to use a dark magic that was tortured."
"You guessed it right! A wizard who relies on magic to live forever will inevitably fall into despair due to the decay of his body."
"Horcruxes are undoubtedly one of their solutions to fill the gap!"
Forcefully suppressing the joy in his heart, Wright pretended to think for a long time before speaking hoarsely:
"A body made of pure magic power!"
"This is my bottom line. If you don't agree, then there's nothing for us to talk about."
The dirty black fog also began to surge continuously, as if ready to drown Voldemort at any time.
"Okay! But we have to swear an oath."
It is not known whether it was a compromise in the face of threats or he really felt that it was in his own interest, but Voldemort agreed to Wright's conditions.
The shadow floating in the air tilted its head and asked curiously:
"Unbreakable Vow? Can it kill you?"
It seemed that Voldemort was not used to Wright's frankness. He waited for a long time before replying:
"Not really! But it will let you know if I have broken my promise."
Light, whose goal was not the Horcrux, naturally did not care whether he would break his oath or not, and said directly:
"That seems to be right. Come on then!"
The two of them quickly worked out suitable terms, but they both tacitly agreed not to conclude the deal.
After preparing their vows, the two began to cast the spell.
Light's black mist and Voldemort's black smoke slowly extended from the two people's illusory bodies and touched each other directly in the air.
The moment they touched, yellow flames lit up instantly.
From the point where they touched each other, along the two sources of power, they entangled their respective masters.
The oath went smoothly without any accidents!
After seeing that all the prerequisites were completed, Wright also began to operate.
Under his control, a scarlet but now extremely dim gem flew out from the body of the unconscious Pettigrew.
The black fog that permeated the surroundings slowly gathered together and transformed into a strange magic circle above the magic stone.
Continuously extracting the magic power that is filled with curses, resentment, wailing... from the gem.
As the magic power was drawn out, the bright red of the gem gradually faded and turned transparent.
At the same time, the extracted magic power turned into a constantly wriggling scarlet slime.
Under Wright's control, a strange-looking baby body was slowly shaped.
After completing all this, the figure condensed by the black mist became extremely illusory.
Light controlled the dirty fog, held the deformed baby that had already taken shape, and looked at Voldemort.
"I'm done, now it's your turn!"
Voldemort on the opposite side also took action, a thread of memory flashing with yellow light.
It was pulled out from the illusory human face and slowly flew towards Wright.
Seeing this, Light also controlled the black mist and sent the deformed baby to Voldemort.
Under Voldemort's control, the giant snake coiled up and protected the deformed baby in the middle.
