Voldemort's Speculation

"Another you?"

This is double the happiness!

Bella, who was instantly soaked, quickly asked.

As for the so-called threat, she, who believed that her master was electricity, light, and the only myth, did not take it to heart.

Perhaps it's just like what the master said before, that Dumbledore was the only person he feared.

The master clearly valued the lives of his servants, which is why he decided to spare Dumbledore's life.

Why use a question?

Voldemort frowned (he had no eyebrows).

But soon,

He noticed the moisture permeating a certain area of Bella.

"Love is definitely not a good thing, even for me. You've been confused by it."

As I mentioned before, Dumbledore used my corpse and my remaining soul to create a younger version of me at the place where I failed, and brainwashed him into believing in ideas such as wizards protecting Muggle.

They even gave him the position I had always wanted.

On the other side.

"Haha, Voldemort is jealous!"

"It seems he really wants to be the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor." Kate laughed, watching Voldemort on TV.

Voldemort made little attempt to conceal his emotions in front of his servants.

Therefore, Kate easily sensed the sourness in Voldemort's words.

Just like when the older twin brother realizes that his younger brother is more favored by their father.

Doubt, resentment, jealousy, and a touch of envy.

"Master, how should we treat the other you?"

We would never dare to offend you.

"Even if it's a brainwashed, young you," old Mulciber asked hesitantly.

In his eyes, Dumbledore was already a troublesome problem.

Moreover, their enemy is the entire Wizarding World.

If we add a young Voldemort, then...

To be honest, he had already started thinking about how to fake his death and escape.

Voldemort scoffed, "Him? A seventeen or eighteen-year-old brat!"

Even if you are no match for him, you can still survive under his command.

"And what kind of threat are you referring to?" old Mulciber continued to ask.

"Did Dumbledore something?" Little Mulciber asked, following his father's words.

"Is that Harry Potter?" Travers raised his head.

"No, what threatens me is fate!" Voldemort stood up, his dark, desperate, death-laden magic spreading with his current unease.

Die! die! die! die! die!

The campfire died, and the house suddenly became pitch black.

The air died; all the air within a four-foot radius disappeared.

The light died, and the faint outline that could still be seen in the darkness suddenly vanished without a trace.

Only the Death Eaters, thanks to the burning Dark Mark on their hands, remained alive.

After a moment of stunned silence, Voldemort's phantom waved its hand.

The dead zone has disappeared.

Air reappeared.

A pale blue flame appeared at the campfire, bringing light.

The sound of heavy, labored breathing could be heard incessantly.

After the Death Eaters caught their breath...

They all cast worshipful glances at the phantom of Voldemort before them.

"Your skill is truly impressive!"

Old Mulciber, the oldest and most skilled in magic, who was the one who could best see the level of Voldemort's move, exclaimed in surprise.

He immediately realized that this had surpassed the level of modern wizards.

It is a level of expertise that only wizards in historical records and stories considered fallacies by most wizards possess.

Even Dumbledore didn't reach that level!

Voldemort was not happy.

He simply waved his hand listlessly, "My current level is only temporary."

Based on my current unique form.

If I were to be resurrected, I would only be slightly stronger than I was at my peak.

"Then you can choose not to revive first! Defeat Dumbledore and the others first—" Old Mulciber was so anxious that he couldn't catch his breath halfway through his sentence.

The dilapidated ship in his eyes suddenly transformed into a luxury yacht.

He couldn't help but be anxious.

"If I could have woken up a few days earlier, I could have done what you said. But it's too late now!" Voldemort flew through the air in an angry trail. "Now, every second, every moment, I feel myself becoming weaker."

But at the same time, my form became clearer.

This is an irreversible theorem, just like the sun rising in the east and setting in the west.

When the sun rises tomorrow, I will be resurrected and return to my mortal body.

"Is this related to the threat you mentioned?" As the only person who had ever had close contact with Voldemort, Bella guessed the answer based on the preface and his body language.

"Yes, it is a threat."

Lost in his memories, Voldemort's blurred face revealed an uncontrollable fear for the first time.

"That's my nemesis! My nemesis in my current state!"

I could have woken up earlier.

They can maintain this godlike demeanor and no longer need to be reduced to mortals!

Some time ago, I sensed that creature was hunting, preying on a life form similar to myself.

A few days ago, it even descended directly on the North Sea.

To avoid being noticed, I threw my thoughts, which were just beginning to clear, back into chaos.

As a result, I only woke up now.

"Is that one at Hogwarts too?" old Mulciber asked, trembling.

He's already starting to think about killing a Death Eaters as a pledge of allegiance once Voldemort is gone.

"I can sense its presence. It's at Hogwarts."

"It?" Bella repeated.

Yes, it. That shouldn't be a specific life form.

"In fact, I already know what it is." Voldemort paused. "Never Tickle a Sleeping Dragon! It is the [dragon] from Hogwarts."

Dragons do exist; I have records of them in the Chamber of Secrets.

It is the last bastion of Hogwarts.

Perhaps in the era of the Four Founders, there were many wizards in the same form as I am now.

They—no, they might be those wizards in history who were called gods.

That makes sense!

Magic schools were not established to protect against Muggle.

Rather, they are these gods.

According to the records in the Chamber of Secrets, the formation of the dragon is related to the establishment of schools and the gathering of wizards.

It should be a god-slaying weapon created by the Four Founders through a magical ritual.

Because of its birth, the divine wizard disappeared from history.

Some chose to close temporarily, falling into a long period of slumber.

Waiting for the future.

Or like me, I was forced to Descend to be Human.

This is why, before this, neither I nor the wizards of modern history had discovered them.

I only discovered their existence when other life forms in a similar state to mine were being preyed upon.

"How did the [Dragon] activate? Was it Dumbledore? Isn't it only for gods?" Old Mulciber wiped away his cold sweat.

"My intuition tells me that this has nothing to do with Dumbledore."

It appeared for God.

My resurrection ritual coincidentally granted me a God-like Body.

Because they were not fully conscious.

Therefore, it was not targeted by the "dragon".

But those gods who chose to remain in seclusion and await the future chose to revive because they sensed the presence of their own kind.

They may have thought the threat had been eliminated.

However, no.

[Dragon] perceives God's revival and initiates itself.

They began hunting.

Finally, as my consciousness gradually returned, I arrived in the North Sea.

You all know what happened next.

I escaped being preyed by returning my thoughts to a state of chaos, but I also lost my [God-like Body].

I'm moving back to the office; yesterday I was busy moving my computer and had a get-together.

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