Ambition Rekindled

People under a curse don't realize they've been cursed. Even Voldemort, the Dark Lord who once swept across Britain with terror, was no exception.

So when Old Snake awoke from the illusion and saw the ring on his finger, his reaction wasn't shock or disbelief.

It was ecstasy!

And unprecedented confidence!

"Darkness has chosen me."

Raising his hand, he examined his treasure closely. Voldemort murmured, his eyes filled with obsession.

Look at the golden light, look at the fiery aura of magic.

This symbol of the Lord of Darkness's authority, this treasure belongs to him alone!

"Cough cough"

Lost in excitement, Voldemort suddenly coughed violently, spitting out large mouthfuls of black blood.

The foul blood landed on the office floor. Pain shot through his chest, and he snapped back to reality.

Something's wrong!

This body...

What's wrong with this body? He could see it weakening with his own eyes?

"The ring!"

He was, after all, a ruthless individual who had once created Horcruxes and split his soul. He had some experience.

Voldemort forced himself to calm down, quickly realizing the cause of the anomaly, and hastily removed the ring.

The curse was broken, and the feeling of weakness vanished without a trace. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, a flicker of fear in his eyes.

But at the same time, his heart felt extremely empty, a deep, soul-shattering craving rising within him.

This supreme treasure was calling to him.

This supreme treasure was waiting for them to become one again!

"How could this be..."

Staring blankly at the ring in his palm, Voldemort whispered like a numb automaton.

The feeling of controlling everything was forcefully ripped from his body. This pain was even worse than splitting his soul!

"I understand, it's not because of me!"

After much thought, Voldemort suddenly had an epiphany. His face was bloodless as he gritted his teeth, his dim yellow vertical pupils filled with unconcealed disappointment.

That's right.

It must be like this.

There's only one reason!

Quirinus Quirrell.

That loyal servant who brought him out of the dark forest.

He was too weak.

It made sense. How could a mortal body withstand such immense power?

"I must find a new body, a stronger body. No, no, no, I need to be resurrected!"

Who could compare to him?

The answer was definitely no one.

Rather than painstakingly searching for a body that could match this authority, it was better to descend upon the world again as its master.

But Voldemort knew.

This was not a simple matter.

At least...

He couldn't do it alone.

He needed a little help.

Rubbing his ring with a blood-stained finger, Voldemort gradually formed a plan in his mind.

The Philosopher's Stone had once been his best option, but plans change. He no longer wanted to play it safe, developing steadily under Dumbledore's nose, playing the "hiding in plain sight" game.

"I have regained my power, I no longer need to fear anyone."

He put the ring back on with an obsessed look, his expression a mixture of pain and madness.

Gather the Death Eaters, assemble the army.

It was time to announce the return of the Dark Lord to the world!

Sometimes, Klein truly felt like a downright good person.

Look.

Although Voldemort was played like a fiddle, he also regained his freedom!

In this vast world, Old Snake has great potential.

As for the series of symptoms caused by the deepening curse...

Well, that's not important.

After solving the problem, Klein happily hummed a tune and walked towards the Slytherin common room.

But he didn't get his wish, because Dumbledore sent him a telepathic message.

"Klein, where are you? How is the giant?"

The old voice echoed in his mind. The old man was clearly much more relaxed than before.

"The giant has been dealt with. Don't worry, the students are very safe."

After reassuring the other party, Klein smiled easily, then asked knowingly, "Professor, how about you? Are you and the Professor alright with Voldemort?"

"Hmm, I'm fine on my end too."

After a pause, Dumbledore's voice, filled with relief, also carried a deep worry.

"Voldemort is cautious and didn't show himself.

But I don't want such an incident to happen again. I can watch him nine times, but if he slips from under my nose even once, the consequences will be beyond my ability to bear."

Last time, Klein and Dumbledore discussed for a long time in the Professor's Office, and they took turns monitoring Voldemort.

Even the most careful plan can have flaws.

Although they wanted to use Voldemort for a certain purpose, they couldn't keep their attention on him twenty-four hours a day.

Just like this time, Dumbledore's gaze only shifted away from Voldemort for a moment, and such a big mess occurred.

Thinking about it now, the old man still felt a chill of fear.

"Uh, regarding that, I don't think you need to worry anymore."

Klein didn't expect his small act of revenge to coincidentally solve Dumbledore's troubles. His expression became a little subtle.

"What do you mean by that?"

Dumbledore was a bit confused.

Was it like getting a pillow when you're sleepy, or getting a knife and fork when you're eating meat?

"It's like this, just now after I dealt with the giant, I quietly went to Quirrell's office and personally heard Voldemort say that he was going to leave Hogwarts castle to find opportunities outside."

Hearing it personally was impossible, but the thoughts conveyed by the Brand were more genuine than pure gold.

Of course, he couldn't tell Dumbledore these things.

"What? Voldemort is leaving the castle?"

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore's tone suddenly became anxious.

But soon, he regained his composure, and his calmness was tinged with solemnity.

"No, we can't let him leave the castle!"

Dumbledore feared Voldemort causing chaos and harming students. But he also feared losing track of Voldemort, letting things get out of control!

"Don't worry, Professor. Our plan won't change."

Klein knew what the other party was worried about. He smiled and told him to relax and not get so agitated.

If he could tell the truth, he really wanted to tell Dumbledore that Voldemort now was much easier to control than before.

"No, Klein, you don't understand.

I'm sorry, the plan has to be terminated. We have to get rid of this dangerous fellow."

Putting on a show at the London Magical Summit was something Dumbledore had agreed to.

There was his selfish motive in it.

But this incident served as a wake-up call for him.

He was too arrogant, so arrogant that he thought he and Klein could be foolproof working together.

This was clearly wrong!

"Uh, well, if you're still worried, then give me a day off tomorrow, and I'll resolve everything."

Seeing that he couldn't convince Dumbledore no matter what, Klein sighed and smiled bitterly, scratching his eyebrows.

He needed to make good arrangements for this matter.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have a chance to gain prestige.