"Please call Nott and Senior Abhu for me, Luna."
Voldemort said this to his disciple, then began preparing to give it a try.
He had to be careful. Even if this body was temporary, his soul was not.
"I don't think this is the right choice."
When Voldemort shared his thoughts, Old Nott replied without hesitation.
"Just be ready to let the soul escape, Geraint. You're being too cautious."
Abou's attitude was the complete opposite of Old Nott's. He was more willing to take risks and explore.
Voldemort's gaze lingered on the two of them for a while, then settled on Abou.
"If anything goes wrong, follow Abou's lead. That's settled."
After saying this, Voldemort ignored Old Nott's attempt to stop him and slowly closed his eyes.
Inside him, he drew out a wisp of Eternal Magic, restoring it to the form of silver magic.
"Ugh..."
Voldemort groaned in pain. Enduring the pain of losing part of his body, he controlled the Eternal Magic, hoping it could return to its own form in the sea that belonged to it.
But in truth, Ancient Runes were not the most original form of that power. They were merely the form wizards wanted it to take.
In ancient times, runes were simply a common written language among wizards.
It was just that some of these characters had been imbued with special meanings.
What made them even more remarkable was that when wizards wrote or inscribed them, they produced extraordinary magical effects.
Wizards had once argued over the extraordinary effects these characters displayed.
Some believed that the ancient runes themselves possessed extraordinary abilities.
Others disagreed.
They argued that just as humans had invented writing, these extraordinary characters must also have been created by humans.
The two sides had argued and attacked one another without