Voldemort: I'm the Child's Father!

Inside the Room of Requirement, Ryan's words fell silent.

A golden clock formed over Ryan's chest, flew toward the television, and vanished into it.

After a rustling sound, a faintly visible island gradually emerged amid a storm.

The image zoomed in. Inside Azkaban Prison, the Death Eaters were saying grace before their meal.

Before the bonfire were skewers loaded with rats, bats, and Horklumps.

They sizzled in the firelight.

"Great and most holy Lord of Dark Magic shall restore his heartbeat with thirty-seven weeks of worship, regain consciousness after one hundred days, recover his strength after ten cycles of sun and moon, and finally reclaim the world in a single day!"

Listening to those voices, so devout they made her sick, Kate raised her brows in displeasure. "Where's Voldemort?"

"Look at the black smoke above the bonfire." Only after Ryan pointed it out did she realize that the smoke was not a byproduct of the roasting.

Like dark clouds, it gradually gathered above the bonfire.

At last, a hazy figure appeared.

"It really is!" Kate patted Ryan's thigh.

Though the figure's outline was indistinct, as though seen through a fogged-up window,

its blood-red eyes and noseless face, marked only by two slits, left no doubt as to its identity.

As the phantom descended beside the bonfire,

Rodolphus Lestrange—Bellatrix's husband—carefully shifted several places away from her, only for her to naturally press herself against the figure.

That further proved the phantom was Voldemort.

"Master, you've finally appeared! Bella has been awaiting your resurrection!" Bella's voice tightened with excitement. Her dark face flushed red, and tears of joy filled her puffy eyes.

"Bella." Voldemort placed a hand on her head. Bella lowered her head and rested it against his thigh.

She rubbed against him like a large black cat.

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