Telepathy, telekinesis, Parseltongue—those were all talents he'd awakened very early.
But his talent for curses was different. He didn't even know when it had awakened.
From what he remembered, it had happened sometime after he killed that rabbit.
Whenever he said something cruel to the other orphans, his words always came true.
But even then, he hadn't realized he had a talent in that area.
It wasn't until long after he arrived at Hogwarts that he truly understood and developed that talent.
And using...
Curses.
They were bizarre and powerful, but not practical enough.
They were chaotic and unstable, which was why Voldemort rarely chose to use them.
"I need to make a Curse-Revealing Potion," Voldemort said thoughtfully. "Do you remember what kind of dragon you used?"
"Peruvian Vipertooth Dragon," Abou answered without hesitation. "I cursed him with Dragon Pox so he'd leave the position of Minister for Magic. Of course, I've got Dragon Pox now too."
As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeve, revealing the bluish skin beneath.
"The green and purple rashes on my toes are worse, but my lower body has already stopped responding, so I can't feel how uncomfortable it is," Abou said with a shrug.
Voldemort nodded. He remembered from Lin Zuo's memories that this senior of his had died of the disease.
"What part of the dragon did you use for the curse?" Voldemort asked.
"Dragon fang and its heart. You know, Dragon heartstring is the most powerful," Abou said proudly.
Voldemort smiled and nodded. "Then I know what to do. I'll take care of this problem, Senior Abhu. You know I need you."
"If I can get better, of course I'll come out and support you," Abou said earnestly. "If I weren't afraid of scaring people looking like this, I'd walk right