Vol 2 Chapter 702: Voldemort's story

A silence, then Lucius Malfoy came out, his trembling voice rang from under the mask.
"Master, the owner of omnipotence, we are eager to know, beg you to tell us how you accomplished this, this miracle, and come back to us," he said respectfully, glanced at the vampire named Durand. .
Voldemort You just mentioned the help of the vampire, and all the Death Eaters are curious about it.
What role does the vampire play in it, and what is the agreement between them and Voldemort? !
In addition, the Death Eater who has been hiding in Hogwarts to help Voldemort succeed in resurrection, everyone wants to know.
Not surprisingly, he will be the one who is most trusted and trusted by Voldemort, the object they need to be knotted.
Past experience tells them that it is not realistic to directly please Voldemort, and there is hope from those who get his attention.
Like Lucius Malfoy, there are not a few Death Eaters who have their own calculations.
"It’s a long story, Lucius!" Voldemort said, showing a cruel smile. "The beginning and end of this story are related to my little friend."
He walked lazily to Harry, and the eyes of the whole circle fell on both of them.
The big snake continued to wander there, and it seemed that he wanted to eat Evan first.
From a close look, Avon can now clearly see what Voldemort is now.
His skin is paler than cockroaches, but it is not smooth, but it is very rough. It is like a snake covered with whitened scales, especially on the head without hair. The skin color is dark and red. Disgusting complex lines of people.
The flatter snake face is the most eye-catching and the most fearful of those eyes.
Voldemort's eyes flashed with blood-red light, and Ivan suddenly thought of seeing the raven's eyes in the mermaid statue not long ago.
There are no feelings in the empty eyes, and some are just bloodthirsty, crazy and cruel.
His eyes are two slits, like the eyes of a cat, it is very uncomfortable to be watched.
And the flat nose, just two slits, it’s like no
Ai Wen is a little confused, Voldemort has become like this, is the result of transforming himself with those black magic?
Or is it just the sequelae of the resurrection of magic? Or, both?
"Of course you know, they said that this boy is my nemesis, isn't it?" Voldemort whispered, his red eyes staring at Harry, Harry's scars burning and burning, and he almost screamed, "You guys." I know that on the night I lost my magic and body, I wanted to kill him. His mother died to save him, and he accidentally gave him some protection. I admit that this was something I didn’t expect, I can’t Touch this boy."
Voldemort's cold fingertips, which stretched out a slender, pale finger, touched his skin, and his headache seemed to blow up.
Voldemort chuckled in his ear, removed his fingers and continued to speak to the Death Eaters.
"Friends, I admit that I am miscalculated. My spell was dragged back to myself by the woman's stupid sacrifice." Voldemort grinned and closed his eyes. "Ah, that pain is more than everything. Nothing can resist it. I was stripped of the flesh, not as good as the ghost, and worse than the humblest soul."
"Yes, I am still alive, but what am I, I don't know until now." Voldemort opened the terrible eyes again. "I am far from anyone who walks on the road of longevity. You know my goal." Conquering death. Now I have been tested. It seems that at least one or two of my experiments have worked, because I am not dead, even though the spell is fatal. However, I am as weak as the weakest creature, no Self-help, I have no flesh, and every spell that can help me needs to use a wand."
"I remember that in the days and nights that couldn't be combined, I just forced myself to live again and again. I hid in a distant forest, waiting for my loyal Death Eaters to find me. Voldemort said, looking around, "I used to believe that there will be someone who uses magic that I can't do, and I am a flesh, but I waited, and I waited for 13 years in vain."
The circle of the Death Eaters made another chill, and Voldemort made the horror escalate in silence.
"I only had one magic left, I can attach it to others. But I don't dare to go to many places, because I know that Auror is still looking for me everywhere, they know that I am in the forest, Deng Blydo didn't give up on completely destroying my plan!" Voldemort said slowly. "I sometimes attach to animals. Snakes are of course my favorite. But they are not much better than pure ghosts because they are better. The body is not suitable for magic, and my possession shortens their life, they have not lived for a long time."
"Later, four years ago, my resurrection seemed to have hope. A young, stupid, easy-going wizard walked into the forest where I settled, and it happened to be hit by me. Oh, that seems to be the opportunity I dreamed of. Because he is a teacher in Dumbledore school!" Voldemort said.
Both Ivan and Harry knew that he was referring to Chilo, a professor of dark magic defense at Harry's first year.
"He is very easy to be manipulated by me. He brought me back to this country. Later I attached it to him, closely monitored him and guided him to execute my orders. But my plan failed. I didn't steal the Sorcerer's Stone. I can't guarantee it. I am not defeated. I was defeated and was defeated by Harry Potter!"
There was another silence, no movement, and even the leaves were still.
The Death Eaters didn't move, the shiny eyes on the mask stared at Voldemort, then stared at Harry.
"The servant died after I left his body, and I became as weak as before." Voldemort continued. "I am going back to the distant hiding place. I don't want to boast to you, saying that I didn't worry at the time." I can no longer restore my magic. Yes, it may be my darkest period. I can't hope that another wizard will come to the door, and I no longer imagine that the Death Eaters will care about my situation!"
One or two wizards in the circle moved uncomfortably, but Voldemort ignored it.
"Then, less than a year ago, when I almost gave up hope, hope finally came out!" Voldemort paused and continued. "I waited for a group of vampires, a group of vampires with the same great ancestors!"