Voldemort and Morgan Join Forces

Voldemort remained silent, but the constantly shifting expressions on his snake-like face revealed his inner turmoil and struggle.

Voldemort was afraid of dying.

While the fear of death is an innate trait of every human being and every living being, it can be said that among all the characters appearing in the seven books, Voldemort was undoubtedly the one most terrified of death. He was willing to sacrifice his soul, his handsome appearance, and even everything else to escape death.

Voldemort knew he wouldn't die, but it took him thirteen arduous years to finally reach this point, to rebuild his body, regain his former power, and return to his peak condition. Luck played a significant role in this— Voldemort couldn't use his wand or cast most spells in his remnant state.

He needs an assistant or a servant.

As long as he has a loyal servant, he can get that person to use the magic he has developed to help him recreate a physical body.

Four years ago, when he was still eking out a living in the Albania jungle, a professor Quirrell approached him. Although his magical powers were not weak, his mind was very weak, which was a great opportunity for Voldemort. However, he was ultimately outmaneuvered by Dumbledore and failed. Of course, he did not leave empty-handed. At least he learned the truth about how he died at Potter's hands.

It was an ancient Blood Protection Charm. There was nothing particularly special about Potter; he was simply careless, which is why he was killed by a one-year-old child.

What's truly despicable is Dumbledore, that hypocrite. He always appears upright and honest, but when it comes to scheming against me, he's more meticulous than any political manipulator. He clearly believed the Prophecy and wanted to groom this boy named Potter to deal with me. Based on the remaining power of that Blood Protection Charm, he added a new spell, perfecting the entire bloodline protection magic—from then on, any power related to me could no longer touch that boy.

It was precisely because he was unaware of this that he ultimately fell into Dumbledore's trap. The moment Quirrell touched Potter, Quirrell vanished into thin air, and he once again lost the servant he could rely on.

"Hmph, Dumbledore, you may be gloating over your schemes, but you probably haven't considered... I've already devised a way to break it. I used that boy's blood as the material for my resurrection. I've gained the protection of the Blood Magic in his blood, and I no longer need to be afraid to touch him, hahahaha..." -- This was Voldemort's thought.

Of course, having lost his servant, Voldemort had no choice but to lie low once again.

Lady Luck smiled upon him once again, bringing him Peter Pettigrew. Although Peter Pettigrew was a liar and a coward, he ultimately secured his own chance to be resurrected, and this time he successfully seized the opportunity.

Now, a new problem has arisen.

Including Peter Pettigrew, the Death Eaters have all betrayed him. If he were to die here again, even with his immortality, would he still have the luck to be favored by Lady Luck a third time and have another chance to be resurrected?

Voldemort dared not gamble.

Morgan could tell Voldemort was already interested, and knowing the time was ripe, he played his final card. "As a welcome gift to us, I can offer you a valuable piece of information for free— Dumbledore and Skylar have already discovered that you created multiple Horcrux. They have most likely either already possessed them or have already destroyed some of your Horcrux— "

"What did you say?!" Voldemort, who had been maintaining a cool demeanor, finally couldn't help but show a shocked expression and exclaimed.

Morgan ignored Voldemort's reaction and continued, "If you join us, we can arrange for people to retrieve your Horcrux for you, and we'll ensure its tight security—I can guarantee that, including Dumbledore— " Morgan's heterochromatic eyes Winky like jewels as she whispered, "No one can easily take your Horcrux away!"

Voldemort's expression shifted from initial shock to disbelief, and finally settled on despair.

From Morgan's words, he realized something—he had been too complacent all along. He had thought that creating multiple Horcrux was his biggest secret, but in reality, so many people had known about it all along.

Morgan's words clearly implied that she already knew about Horcrux and had acquired at least one of his Horcrux!

Voldemort was confident in the Horcrux he hid in the Room of Requirement and the seaside cave, but the one in Gaunt Shack was far too obvious. This Horcrux was most likely to fall into the hands of the Shadow of the Magic Dragon. Although he had set up some traps and defenses in Gaunt Shack, those were aimed at hypocritical white wizards like Dumbledore. He didn't think that the Dark Arts on it could stump Morgan, the dark witch from a thousand years ago.

Finally, Voldemort's expression stopped changing. He let out a long breath, slowly nodded, and said, "I agree to join you, but that doesn't mean I'm willing to follow your orders—I want a certain degree of autonomy, at least some free time..."

"A wise choice!" Morgan laughed, unsurprised by Voldemort's decision. "Rest assured, as the most infamous and powerful Dark Lord of our time, you deserve the utmost respect from everyone in our organization. After you join us, I assure you—no one will dare to boss you around. We will seek your sincere cooperation and are very willing to assist you in achieving your ambitions and goals."

Although Voldemort was forced to bow to reality, he would not abandon his pride as the Dark Lord. He said coldly, "Do you know my ambitions and goals?"

"That's natural. Since we dared to recruit you, we must have some confidence—" Morgan smiled faintly, but the confidence in his tone was undeniable, "More than ten years ago, under your leadership, the Death Eaters launched the First Wizarding War, and the slogan of that war was 'Eliminate wizarding traitors and the lowly bloodlines that steal wizarding magic,' indicating that your goal was to establish a monolithic society ruled by Pure-blood families with an iron fist—"

"In reality, this war is far from your goal; at best, it's merely a process, a means, to achieve your personal ideals... Your goal is—"

"May the name 'Voldemort' bring despair and fear to the whole world, and may the entire world—not just this small land of Great Britain —remember your name, making it a dark legend for all time!"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly, but a slight smile played on his lips, clearly pleased with the words.

Morgan nodded. "Our organization's goals don't conflict with yours—in fact, as a mysterious organization that exists like a shadow in the dark, we desperately need someone like you to represent us, to act on our behalf in the open—and you can use our power to eliminate your enemies and build your dark kingdom..."

"Excellent!" A fierce red light flashed in Voldemort's eyes once more. "This time I trust you. Our combined efforts are indeed a perfect match..."