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Chapter 405 The Reborn Voldemort 【Subscription】

Looking at the parchment that was half a room high in front of her, the corners of Amber's mouth were twitching crazily.

revenge!

This is definitely blatant revenge!

Seeing the tall parchment with two people, Lilith covered her mouth and smiled lightly.

"Hey, brother, just admit it."

"After all, Merlin is doing it for your own good, isn't it?"

Speaking of which, Lilith couldn't hold back her smile anymore, and burst out laughing.

Then he patted Amber's shoulder reassuringly, and said softly:

"Brother, you should study hard here, I will continue to go back to catch up on sleep.

"I don't plan to get up until the day after tomorrow, these two days are really exhausting!"

Speaking of which, Lilith yawned and walked into her bedroom.

Only Amber was left here, staring blankly at the parchment, dumbfounded.

And at the time when An "Four Six Zero" Bo and Mei Lin fell in love and killed each other, in the Age of Gods at this time.

On a certain mountain peak, a group of ghosts were in mid-air, constantly shooting spells in all directions.

On the side, a chunky and honest figure was standing there respectfully.

The small black bean-like eyes stared closely at the remnant soul in mid-air, showing a frenzied expression.

This was exactly Voldemort and Peter Pedro, master and servant.

At this moment, Voldemort seemed to have completely reborn.

In the past, he was helpless in ghost form, but now he was able to release one spell after another by relying on the power of the soul itself.

This can be said to be unimaginable in the magical world of later generations.

But by chance, such an astonishing miracle was realized on Voldemort's body.

After a long time, Voldemort fell to the ground panting.

And Peter Pedro at the side immediately stepped forward and wrapped a thick blanket around Voldemort's remnant soul.

Immediately, he took out a bottle of strangely colored potion and poured it straight on top of Voldemort's head.

He watched as the viscous potion covered Voldemort's ghost body, and then gradually seeped into it.

Voldemort's soul became more and more solid.

Looking at the setting sun in the distance, Voldemort took a few breaths and asked:

"Magic circle... how are you preparing?"

Facing Voldemort's questioning, Peter hurriedly knelt down and said:

"Still.....it will take some time, my dear master."

"Um?"

Voldemort's eyes turned slightly cold, and then he shot a blue spell from the depths of his eyes, hitting Peter Pedro directly.

"Cruciate!"

Under this Cruciatus Curse, Peter Pedro immediately felt boundless pain.

His whole body and even the depths of his soul were like sharp knives constantly cutting his flesh.

The pain seemed endless. Under such a curse, it seems that death has become a gift from heaven.

Finally when Voldemort withdrew his spell.

Peter Pedro collapsed to the ground like a mouse that had been tortured to the point of death.

Sweat made the ground on the soles of the feet wet, exuding an unpleasant smell.

"How long do you need? We have been here for three years, we can't drag on like this!"

Hearing Voldemort's question, Peter quickly answered:

"Master...Master, it will take at least a year!"

Hearing Peter Pedro's reply, Voldemort thought silently in his heart.

Because the way of traversing and the time of traversing are different.

The speed of time in the age of gods is completely different from the speed of time in reality.

One year here is probably equivalent to three months in reality.

After thinking about it, Voldemort finally nodded, letting Peter Pedro go temporarily.

"It's still hard work, speed up immediately!"

"Be sure to return there before Hogwarts starts summer vacation!"

"Yes, master."

Peter Pedro nodded hurriedly as if he had been pardoned.

Then Voldemort raised his head, looked at the distant sky, and muttered to himself:

"The Age of Gods is really powerful. Just a rebel who lives at the end of the Knights of the Round Table has such powerful power."

Greed and excitement flashed in Voldemort's ghostly eyes as he spoke.

It seems that after returning to modern times, he can kill the Quartet and surpass the beautiful vision of the whole of Europe.

"By then, what Amber Cadmus, what Dumbledore [what Grindelwald."

"Even the powerful Presbyterian Church will crawl under my feet and tremble!"

"At that time, I will be the master of Europe!"

Thinking of the beautiful scene in the future, Voldemort laughed out loud..

There is an unconcealable hatred in the laughter.

"Come on, come on.

"One year later, when I return to modern times, I will rebuild a powerful body!"

"All will be my slaves!"

Voldemort's laughter echoed on the mountain top.

But it is impossible to travel back to the present through the distant time.

And in modern times, the seat of the general council of the Presbyterian Church.

Several people are getting together and discussing other things intensely.

"Can't agree to Dumbledore's conditions, at least not all of them!"

The skinny old man, Bill, leaned on the crutch in his hand, and the tip of the crutch hit the ground, making a sound.

And his tone was so serious and resolute.

"Dumbledore that's not talking about conditions, that's humiliating!"

"The Presbyterian Church absolutely does not accept such humiliation!"

Seeing the righteous expression of the skinny old man, everyone present sighed helplessly.

Didn't they know that Dumbledore's conditions were obviously revenge against the Council of Elders.

But now, they don't have other good options.

Of course, as some extreme radicals said, their elders have the ability to die with everyone.

But once such an ability is used, the entire Presbyterian Church will collapse immediately.

This is not the fact that 2.7 is what they want to see.

So after a long and complicated discussion, the smell of gunpowder between the two sides subsided again.

And now, they are discussing the next round of negotiations.

What concessions should be made? And what principles should be adhered to?

Listening to the people expressing their views one after another.

The fat old man shook his head helplessly.

He sees it more clearly than anyone else. In fact, the current Dumbledore is deliberately delaying time.

Because now, what is anxious is the Presbyterian Church.

The longer the delay, the more angry the ordinary wizards outside became.

The Ministry of Magic and various huge families in various countries can see the weakness and incompetence of the Presbyterian Church more and more.

At that time, all the hounds and jackals will pounce on this weak male lion, tearing off a piece of fat fiercely. .