Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Chapter 703: A Terrible Secret

Chapter 703: A Terrible Secret

“They found me and wanted my help, and I needed their help to regain my powers. It was a matter of mutual benefit,” said Voldemort softly. “I agreed to their request, and we made a covenant by magic. They provided someone I possessed, and a lot of unicorn blood, plus a potion made from my dear Nagini’s venom, which made me a little stronger. “

The man Voldemort said he possessed was the vampire killed by Evan in the ruins of the fallen Centaurs.

Unicorn blood and the venom of Nagini… that was how he regained his strength.

Evan glanced at the big snake and wondered if he could take this opportunity to get rid of it. This snake was one of Voldemort’s Horcruxes. It was the closest Horcrux to him, and it was usually hard to find a chance to do it.

If he could make it seem like a part of a fight, he won’t cause doubts…

“After getting help from vampires, my first thought was to use today’s magic to resurrect, but in the long lurking, I knew from animals that there was a Centaurs’ relic deep in Albania’s dense forest, which they all dared not approach. There was an ancient and powerful evil force inside, which could help me return quickly and even become stronger… “

“We designed a plan to use greed to attract those fools closer, to dedicate their flesh and blood to that ancient creature, to wake it up from its slumber. It was about to succeed… but Dumbledore once again stopped me, along with Sirius Black and a student named Evan Mason. Together, they sabotaged my plan… and I had to flee in a hurry with part of that ancient creature. I didn’t even care about my newly acquired body… I even gave up the Sorcerer’s Stone at hand and its strong power beyond imagination! “

There was a strong hatred in Voldemort’s voice, and more and more Death Eaters felt uneasy. They didn’t know what the sudden emergence of the new Sorcerer’s Stone, the ancient evil creature, and the unimaginable power meant, but that did not prevent them from feeling Voldemort’s wrath.

“My resurrection is not easy, is it?!” Voldemort said, looking around at the Death Eaters. “In this way, I had only one choice. When collecting flesh and blood to summon that ancient evil creature, the vampires brought me Bertha Jorkins, a witch from the Ministry of Magic. I learned a lot from this Bertha Jorkins… yes, with a little persuasion, she became a veritable mine of information.”

“She told me that the Triwizard Tournament would be played at Hogwarts this year. She also told me that she knew of a faithful Death Eater who would be only too willing to help me, if I could only contact him. She told me many things … but the means I used to break the Memory Charm upon her were powerful, and when I had extracted all useful information from her, her mind and body were both damaged beyond repair. She had now served her purpose. I could not possess her. I disposed of her.” 

A terrible smile appeared on Voldemort’s face, his red eyes blank and pitiless.

“I re-selected a vampire to possess, that is, Durand standing in front of you, a guy abandoned by his people. He was scared by the fate of the unlucky man I possessed before. He was unsure I could help him, not sacrifice him casually and give him what he wanted, provided that he must be loyal to me and submit completely! “

The terrible smile on Voldemort’s face became more obvious, and it was particularly serious: “Now look at how destiny takes care of Voldemort. This guy stole a lot of valuable documents from his family to me. These are from the research data recorded by my great ancestor Salazar Slytherin a thousand years ago. I don’t deny that he might not know the value of these things, but I recognized them. It was a wonderful gift I never dreamed of. I found the right way to use that ancient biological power. What my great ancestor did, that great power will eventually belong to me… to the great Lord Voldemort, and I will go further on the road of immortality!”

Evan looked at Voldemort in surprise, listening to him talking about these secrets, and the more he listened, the more he felt something was wrong.

He was not in a hurry to go now. He wanted to find out what Voldemort had got from the vampire Slytherin family, Salazar Slytherin’s research notes, the right way to use the power of the evil god…

Besides, on the road to conquering death, what method would be more effective than making Horcruxes?!!

Caresius hadn’t told him this important information, maybe he didn’t know it.

Voldemort mentioned that the documents and research materials were stolen by the vampire named Durand.

Caresius was probably still expecting Voldemort’s help, but he did not expect more trouble. He thought his people might betray him, but the actual situation was worse than expected.

Fortunately, Voldemort’s soul had been split up again and again, which kept his IQ down, and he was arrogant enough to speak out in public about such things.

Otherwise, Evan and his friends would have been kept in the dark until the end, very passive.

“I left from Durand. I needed a strong servant like him. Although he was a lame wizard and an unqualified vampire, he was able to carry out my instructions and help hold me to a weak body. I could do everything I needed to do in this body, to study the notes left by my ancestor and that ancient creature.”

“As the research deepened, I gradually found a way,” said Voldemort, his red eyes upon Nagini, the snake who continued to circle, “I tried to control its power, but failed! Then, I understood… I must set my sights lower… I would settle for my old body back again, and my old strength, before chasing immortality! “

“I knew that to achieve this, I would need three powerful ingredients to make up the potion that revived me today. This is an old piece of Dark magic. One of them was already at hand, wasn’t it, Durand? Flesh given by a servant…”

“My father’s bone, those vampires had already helped me get it back. Those idiots originally intended to bring me back to life in the forests of Albania!” Voldemort paused. “The last ingredient, the blood of a foe, they would have had me use the blood of any wizard, any wizard who had hated me… as so many of them still do. I rejected them, and I knew the one I must use, if I was to rise again, more powerful than I had been when I had fallen. I wanted Harry Potter’s blood. I wanted the blood of the one who had stripped me of power thirteen years ago… for the lingering protection his mother once gave him would then reside in my veins too!

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