Glory To Slytherin

Ulysses stumbled in Professor Snape's office to refine his own first wolf poison potion.

"The proportion of medicinal materials is not precise enough, and the time to put medicinal materials is a bit slow...sloppy, you should drink undead."

Professor Snape commented faintly while sitting on the sofa.

Ulysses shrugged, and he didn't expect how perfect the wolf poison potion was refined the first time.

"Go back and practice a few more times and you can give it to your Defence Against the Dark Arts professor."

Professor Snape pointed to the office door with his right hand, indicating that Ulysses could leave.

However, when Ulysses was about to step out of the door, his voice rang slightly behind him:

"Recently... don't run around. Dumbledore said that there are some anomalies in Albania."

Ulysses stopped for a moment, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then he walked away quickly.

...

Albania, dark forest.

The night was low, the moon was high, and the forest was quiet, with only a few magical creatures making slight noises.

Suddenly a black and thick snake crawled over the ground covered with fallen leaves.

A big black snake crawled quickly to the ground, came deep in the forest, and got into an inconspicuous cave under a big tree.

The big snake followed the cave with turns and turns, and went deep into the ground. Finally, it came to a place similar to a palace.

The space inside is very large. On both sides of the hall, there is a row of supporting pillars with rough carvings on them. At the bottom of the hall, there stands a throne with a high seat back, which is carved out of a piece of rock of unknown material as a whole. Although there are some defects, there is a kind of primitive and rough beauty.

The floor of the hall is paved with large flat stone slabs with vaguely carved patterns, but after years of erosion, it has been blurred to the point where the specific details cannot be seen.

Only on the floor in front of the throne, there is a circle of mysterious lines, forming a shape of a magic circle.

The serpent did not stop, moved his body, and stopped just before he came to the throne.

Here, another body had an opening, and a big snake gurgling blood was waiting for it.

Beside the big snake, stood a wizard who was covered in black robe, with a gentle smile on his face. There was a swirling pattern on his wizard robe.

After arriving at the destination, the black snake's body trembled, lying on the ground softly, losing its vitality. A wisp of black smoke floated out of the big snake, and the black smoke gradually became a human-like phantom, with a terrifying face.

He looked at the black-robed wizard, faintly sighed:

"If I can, I really don't want to use this posture as our goodbye image, Colby."

His illusory face was scalded by hot water, it was full of irregular blisters, and his two nostrils were glued together, extremely flat.

In the depths of his eyes, there was a deep hidden anxiety and guard.

"Alright, Lord Voldemort."

Colby De Carmona lowered his head slightly, turning a blind eye to the strange and faint fluctuations of magical power in this palace, and said softly, "The day when you return in full bloom is not far away."

"You are the only one who still believes in this..."

Voldemort sneered and said, "In the past ten years, I am inferior to the ghosts, inferior to the humblest wandering souls...Those subordinates seem to believe that I have completely died, and they ignore me and change the door... But forgot that I walked farther than anyone else on the road to longevity..."

"They will pay for that shallow short-sightedness."

Colby De Carmona whispered.

"Of course. On the day I return, those traitors will be punished. But... have I brought what I need?"

"As you wish."

Corby de Carmona smiled and said, "It took me a long time to find the trace of Nagini in a forest in Brazil...and your heritage monument."

"Presumably the people in the abyss have forgotten me almost too, right?"

Voldemort heaved a sigh of relief as he watched Colby De Carmona take out a black ancient monument from his robe, and his tone of voice became softer.

"That's because they don't understand your strength."

Colby de Carmona placed the ancient monument on the ground and took out his magic wand. The ancient stele looks plain, with circles of ancient lines engraved on it, and the lines are intertwined and condensed into a complicated rune.

Voldemort's phantom tensed up impenetrably, but he saw Colby De Carmona pointing his wand at the large snake Nagini on the ground, and the red blood condensed into a drop of blood from the wound on its body.

Nagini writhed painfully on the ground, but the snake eyes did not show the slightest resentment, but rather uncontrollable excitement.

"Ah, Nagini... my loyal servant..."

Voldemort sighed hoarsely and turned his gaze to the silent ancient monument.

A few obscure spells were chanting in his mouth, and a cloud of light burst out of the ancient monument, completely covering his shadow.

"Come on, Colby."

Colby De Carmona raised his wand, and the blood drop originating from Nagini floated up, bursting into a cloud of blood in the air, intertwined with that cloud of light, and sprinkled on the phantom of Voldemort.

The black smoke kept rolling, and Voldemort's phantom appeared from time to time. When the blood mist was completely absorbed, Voldemort's phantom had already solidified a lot.

"It's been more than ten years... I finally feel the power again..."

Voldemort squeezed his own right fist. Although it was still insubstantial, a sense of full power lingered around his body. Although he was possessed by the idiot named Quirinas Quirrell two years ago, he hardly did anything. After a year of wasting, he was used by Harry Potter in an extremely ridiculous manner. Means killed.

From then on, he spent another year in the forests of Albania that was worse than life, until Corby de Carmona brought him new hope.

Using his heritage monument as a reference, Nagini's blood as a source, through Corby de Carmona's spellcasting, Voldemort's remnant soul can be made much stronger, even if there is no physical body, it can cast some magic, and No more parasitic on those snakes.

This was the magic that Colby De Carmona had accidentally obtained while traveling around the world in the past two years. Then he found Voldemort's whereabouts for the first time and told him the magic.

"The current state... is not satisfactory."

Voldemort twisted his neck intoxicated, and the red light in his eyes flashed in a sharp tone, "Finally, I can go out and do something, instead of hiding here like a maggot and dying. When I am fully resurrected, the magic world should remember something. It's up."

"I look forward to that day."

Colby De Carmona said with a faint smile.

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