Old Blood at Hogwarts

Voldemort stretched out a slender pale finger and scratched the scar on Harry's forehead, and then continued to speak to the Death Eaters: "Friends, I admit that I made a miscalculation. My spell was blocked by the woman's stupid sacrifice. It bounced back to myself. Ah - the pain was beyond anything. I was stripped of my body, worse than a ghost, worse than the humblest wandering soul, but I am still alive. I have walked farther on the road to immortality than anyone else. You who are far away. You know my goal - to conquer death. Now that I have been tested, it seems that at least one or two of my experiments worked, because I did not die, although the spell was fatal. However, I But as powerless as the weakest creature, with no way to save myself. I have no body, and every spell that can help me requires the use of a wand. I only remember forcing myself to live minute by minute, sleepless, endless . I hid in a distant forest and waited... I thought that my loyal Death Eaters would definitely find a way to find me, and there would definitely be someone who could cast the magic that I couldn't cast on my own and give me back a body. . However, I waited in vain."

The Death Eaters shuddered again.

Voldemort let the terror escalate in silence, and then continued: "At that time, I only had a little magic power left, and I couldn't do anything except possess others. I didn't dare to go to crowded places, because I knew the Aurors were still there. Look for me everywhere. I sometimes possess animals, snakes being my favorite, but being on them is little better than being a mere ghost. Because their bodies are not suited to magic, and my possession shortens them They couldn't live long. Later, four years ago, my resurrection seemed to be hopeful. A young, stupid, gullible wizard walked into the forest where I settled, and happened to be bumped into by me. Oh, it seemed It was my dream opportunity because he was a teacher at Dumbledore's school. He was easily manipulated by me and he brought me back to the country where I later possessed him and monitored him closely and guided him to carry out my orders. But my plan failed. I didn't steal the Philosopher's Stone, and I couldn't guarantee immortality. I was foiled, and again by Harry Potter."

There was another silence, no movement, not even the leaves of the yew trees.The Death Eaters stood motionless, eyes shining in their masks staring at Voldemort and then at Harry.

Voldemort continued: "The servant died after I left his body, and I became as weak as before. I returned to that distant hiding place, and I don't want to boast to you that I didn't worry about myself again. Nor could my magic be restored. Yes, that was probably my darkest period, and I had no guarantee that another wizard would come to my door, and I had no illusions that any Death Eater would care about my condition."

One or two wizards in the circle stirred uneasily, but Voldemort paid no attention.

"Then, just a year ago, just when I had almost given up hope, hope finally emerged. A servant found me. It was this Wormtail, who had pretended to be dead to avoid justice, and was killed by the man he once considered a friend. The chase left him with nowhere to hide, so he decided to return to his master. He came to the country that had long been rumored to be my hiding place to look for me. Of course, he was helped along the way by rats. Wormtail and rats have a strange affinity Relationship. Isn't it, Wormtail? His dirty little friends told him that there was a place deep in the jungle of Albania that they were afraid to go near. Many small animals like them were possessed by a black shadow there, and then He died. His return to me was not smooth, was it, Wormtail? One night, he had reached the edge of the forest and was about to find me. But because he was hungry, he was stupid. He walked into a hotel, where he met Bertha Jorkins, a witch from the Ministry of Magic."

"Now look how fate has taken care of Voldemort. This encounter might have killed Wormtail and destroyed my last hope of resurrection. But Wormtail showed a calmness beyond my expectation and convinced Bertha Jorkins walked with him at night. He subdued her and brought her to me. This Bertha Jorkins, who might have ruined everything, became a wonderful gift that I could not have dreamed of. I After being persuaded, she handed over a lot of information. She told me that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year, and she also said that she knew a loyal Death Eater. As long as I could get in touch with him, he would be willing to do so. She also told me many things, but the magic I used to break the forgetting spell on her was too powerful. After I took out all the useful information from her mouth, her mind and body had been affected Irrecoverable damage. She was completely useless and I couldn't possess her, so I got rid of her."

Voldemort smiled horribly, his red eyes becoming hollow and cold.

"Of course Wormtail is not suitable for possession, because everyone thinks he is dead, and it would be too conspicuous if he is seen. But I need a strong servant like him. Although he is a bad wizard, he can By carrying out my instructions, I initially obtained a weak body in which I can wait for the ingredients needed for true regeneration. My dear Nagini also gave me a little help." Voldemort glanced at it and continued to circle around Harry swam in circles, "With one or two spells of my own invention, and a potion made from unicorn blood and Nagini's venom, I soon had an almost human-like creature. body and strength to travel."

"There is no hope in stealing the Philosopher's Stone, because I know that Dumbledore will definitely destroy it. But I am willing to regain a mortal life, and then pursue immortality. I have lowered my sights, as long as I restore my original Body, my original strength..."

"I know that to do this, I need three powerful medicinal ingredients to prepare the potion that will revive me today. This is an ancient black magic. One of them is at hand, which is the flesh of the servant. And One was my father's bones, which meant we would come here, where he was buried. The last one was the blood of my enemies, and Wormtail suggested I use the blood of any wizard, any wizard who hated me, but I knew Whose blood must I use. If I am to be resurrected and stronger than before my failure, I want the blood of Harry Potter. I want the blood of the man who made me lose my magic 13 years ago because his mother left behind The protection in him will be in my blood as well.”

"But how to get Harry Potter here? He is so well protected, I think even he himself doesn't know this. A long time ago, when Dumbledore was considering arranging the boy's future, he specially designed He came up with a protection plan. He used an ancient magic to ensure that the boy would be protected as long as he was under the care of his relatives, and even I couldn't touch him there. And when he returned to Hogwarts, he never From morning to night I was under the hooked nose of that Muggle-loving fool. I didn't have the strength to snatch him away from Dumbledore. How could I get him? Ah... by Bertha, of course. Information about Jorkins. My loyal Death Eater lurking in Hogwarts, ensuring that the boy's name will be put into the Goblet of Fire, and ensuring that the boy wins the games, ensuring that he will be first Access to the Triwizard Cup. That cup has been replaced by a Portkey by my Death Eaters, and it will bring him here, away from Dumbledore's help and protection, and into my hands. He is here, you guys This boy everyone thinks is my nemesis.”

Voldemort walked forward slowly, turned to Harry, and raised his wand.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Harry screamed immediately.After a while, Voldemort ended his torture of Harry.Harry hung limply from the rope that tied him to Voldemort's father's tombstone.The laughter of the Death Eaters echoed in the night sky.

Voldemort said softly: "I think you have seen how stupid it is to think that this boy is stronger than me. But I want to completely eliminate the misunderstanding in everyone's mind. It was a pure luck that Harry Potter escaped from my hands. .Now I will kill him to prove my strength. Right here and now, in front of you. There is no Dumbledore to protect him, nor his mother to make the sacrifice for him. I will give him Chance, he can fight me, so you won't doubt who is more powerful. Just wait a moment, Nagini."

The big snake swam across the grass to where the Death Eaters were standing.

"Put him down, Wormtail, and give him back his wand."

Peter Pettigrew approached Harry, raised his newly installed silver hand, pulled out the rag stuffed in Harry's mouth, and then with a wave of his hand, cut the rope that tied Harry to the tombstone.Then, he picked up Harry's wand from the ground, thrust it roughly into Harry's hand, and returned to the circle of Death Eaters.