v4 Chapter 201： Fumo United

Although Voldemort kept silent, the ever-changing look on the snake's face clearly understood the shake and struggle in his heart at this moment.

Voldemort was afraid of death.

Although fear of death is the innate nature of everyone and every living entity, it can be said that Voldemort is undoubtedly the one who fears death the most among all the characters that appear throughout the seven books of the original. He is willing to sacrifice himself in order to escape death. His soul, pay for his handsome appearance, and even pay all the price.

Of course Voldemort knew that he would not die, but after 13 years of hard work, he finally got to this point and was able to reshape his body, restore his previous strength, and return to his peak state. There is also a lot of luck in this room-Voldemort cannot use his wand when he is in the remnant state, and cannot perform most of the magic.

He needs an assistant, or a servant.

As long as there is a loyal servant, he can let the other party use the magic he has researched to help him recreate a physical body.

Four years ago, when he was still in the Albanian jungle, the professor named Quirrell approached him. Although his mana is not weak, his mind is very weak. This is a great opportunity for Voldemort, but in the end But Dumbledore's calculations fell short. Of course, he didn't get nothing, at least once, he knew the truth about his death in Potter's hands.

That is an ancient bloodline protection curse. There is nothing surprising about Potter, he was purely careless, only to be killed by a 1-year-old child.

What is really hateful is Dumbledore, a hypocrite, who usually looks open and upright, but he is more precise than any strategist in his calculations. He obviously believed the prophecy and wanted to train this boy named Potter to deal with himself. He added a new spell based on the remaining power of the bloodline protection spell to perfect the entire bloodline protection magic—— From then on, the power related to him could no longer touch the boy.

It was precisely because he didn't know this, that he finally fell into Dumbledore's calculations. The moment Quirrell touched Potter, Quirrell was wiped out, and he once again lost a servant he could rely on.

"Hmph, Dumbledore, you may be complacent about your plan, you probably never thought about it... I have figured out how to crack it, I used that boy's blood as the raw material for my resurrection, and I have obtained it. With the protection of the blood magic in his blood, I no longer need to be afraid to touch him, hahahaha..."-This is Voldemort's idea.

Of course, because of the loss of his servant, Voldemort could only choose to hibernate again.

The Goddess of Luck once again looked after him and brought him Peter the Pettigrew. Although Peter Pettigrew was full of lies and greedy for life and fear of death, he finally gave himself an opportunity to come back from resurrection, and he successfully seized the opportunity this time.

Now, new problems have emerged.

Including Peter Pettigrew, the Death Eaters have all betrayed. If you die here again, even if you are immortal, will you have the luck of being favored by the goddess of luck for the third time, and get the chance to be resurrected again?

Voldemort did not dare to bet.

Morgan could see that Voldemort was already interested. Knowing that the time was right, he put in his last bargaining chip: "As a gift to welcome you to join us, I can offer a precious piece of information for free-you made a plural of Horcruxes The matter has actually been noticed by Dumbledore and Schelling. They have probably mastered it, or have destroyed part of your Horcrux——"

Gu "What did you say!" Voldemort, who had been pretending to be cold, finally couldn't help showing a shocked expression and cried out.

Morgan ignored Voldemort’s reaction and continued on his own self: “If you join us, we can arrange manpower to help you retrieve your Horcrux, and arrange manpower to protect it tightly. I can assure you, including Dumbu. Lido included--" Morgan's two-color pupils were shining like gems, and she whispered: "No one can easily take your Horcrux!"

Voldemort's face was shocked from the beginning, then turned into unbelievable, and finally stopped in despair.

From Morgan's words, he understood one thing-he has always felt too good about himself. He thought that the production of plural Horcruxes was his biggest secret, but in fact, so many people had known about it for a long time.

Morgan’s words clearly meant that she had known about Horcruxes a long time ago and had already mastered at least one of his Horcruxes!

Voldemort had confidence in the Horcrux that he hid in the Requirement House and the seaside cave, but the one in Gunter’s old house was too obvious. This Horcrux was most likely to fall into the hands of the Dragon’s Shadow, even though he was in Gunter’s old house. Some traps and protections were set up, but they were aimed at a respectable white wizard like Dumbledore. He didn't think that the black magic above could stump Morgan, a black witch who was a thousand years ago.

In the end, Voldemort's face stopped changing. He took a long breath, nodded slowly, and said: "I agree to join you, but this does not mean that I am willing to follow any of your commands-I want to have a certain The autonomy of the country requires at least time for free action..."

"A wise choice!" Morgan laughed, and she was not surprised by Voldemort's choice. "Relax, as the most prominent and powerful Dark Lord in the contemporary era, you deserve the highest respect from all members of our organization. You. After joining us, I assure you-there will never be anyone daring to tell you, we will seek sincere cooperation with you, and we are very willing to help you to achieve your ambitions and goals."

Although Voldemort was forced to bow his head in response to reality, he would not lose his pride as a generation of Dark Lords. He said coldly: "Do you know my ambitions and goals?"

"This is natural. Since we dared to solicit you, we are naturally somewhat certain--" Morgan smiled faintly, but his self-confidence in his tone was beyond doubt, "More than ten years ago, under your leadership, The Death Eaters launched the first Wizarding War, and the slogan of that war was "Destroy the traitors of the wizard and steal the lowly blood of the wizards ~ www.novelhall.com~ shows that your goal is to build a pure-blooded family An exclusive society ruled with an iron fist--"

"Actually, this war is far from your goal. At best, it is just a process and a means for you to achieve your personal ideals... Your goal is—"

"Let your name'Voldemort'-bring despair and fear to the whole world, and let the whole world-not just a small piece of land like Great Britain-remember your name firmly and let your name become The black legend of all ages!"

Voldemort squinted his eyes slightly, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. Obviously these words were very useful to him.

Morgan nodded, "Our organization does not conflict with your goals-in fact, as a mysterious organization that exists in the dark like a shadow, we really need a character like you, as our endorsement, representing our in Acting on the bright side-and you can also use our power to destroy your enemies and build your dark kingdom..."

"Very good!" The red fierce light lit up on Voldemort's pupils again, "I believe you this time. The joint cooperation between our two parties is indeed a perfect combination..."