Death Eater Gathering

Hermione and Nancy, both present, fought down their discomfort as they stood to one side and observed the living Horcrux.

Not even the fresh scent of plants could mask the thick stench of blood. Their faces grew paler and paler, acid churned in their stomachs, and they had to hold their breath to suppress the urge to vomit.

Several adult wizards gathered before the Snake Tree. Dumbledore withdrew the hand he had placed over Vincent Crabbe's face, and the Snake Tree's vigorous life force immediately surged in, dispelling the residual Transfiguration magic on his face. As his original features returned, that face immediately deteriorated, densely packed Snake Scales covering it once more.

The body's eyes remained shut throughout, as though it had completely lost consciousness.

Dumbledore frowned slightly. "Voldemort has completely altered this body. Snake Scales have entirely replaced his skin."

Fontana and Snape remained silent as they continued observing this twisted creation of the Dark Arts. Fontana focused on the Snake Tree, while Snape cared more about Crabbe, who carried the fragment of soul.

Loren lowered his eyes, his strange gaze sweeping over the entire body. Crystalline blue light flickered, revealing the surging magic within it.

Three differently colored streams of light flowed through it. The emerald magic of the Snake Tree was the strongest, continuously pouring in through the fleshy umbilical cord connected to the tree's core, healing the body's wounds and maintaining its most basic physiological functions.

Next was the black magic coiled around its chest. Clearly, that was where Voldemort's soul resided. Like the body's central hub, it circulated magic throughout every part of the body like a heart, drawing it back to the center once the cycle was complete. It absorbed the Snake Tree's life force to strengthen itself while slowly transforming the body.

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