The last ray of sunlight disappeared behind the treetops, and the haze of dusk enveloped the dilapidated Riddle House.
A shadow suddenly appeared. He was wearing a cloak and a hood. He looked around with a stern look. After making sure that no one was following him, he cautiously walked towards the dilapidated old house.
Peter Pettigrew quietly entered the house. He walked along the dusty stairs to an unmarked door, then pushed open the door and entered a large, dimly lit room.
The ceiling was low, and a candle flickered in a niche dug into the thick earthen wall.
Peter closed the door, the breeze blew by, the candle flames flickered, shadows swayed around him, and the room seemed darker and colder.
A slender cobra emerged from a crack in the wall, with a pair of glowing red eyes blinking on its lined back.
A cold voice sounded from the snake's body, "Wormtail, have you got everything?"
"I got it, Master, the blood of the unicorn and the venom of the rune snake you wanted."
Peter used his remaining left hand to take out two bottles from his pocket, and he complained:
"I spent a lot of energy. It's hard to buy this thing in Knockturn Alley. I only have one hand and I have to guard against Aurors..."
"Wormtail, the Dark Lord sees all your hard work." Voldemort, who was possessed by the cobra, said softly:
"When I get the body later, I will give you a satisfactory arm... Let's start quickly."
Peter was overjoyed and asked again: "Master, do you need me to find a Muggle for you? There is one in the village..."
"Muggles?" Voldemort said coldly: "Wormtail, do you want me to crawl out of the Mudblood's belly?!
Those despicable creatures will dirty my body. "
"Then who should we look for?" Peter said tremblingly: "Master, I only have one arm now. I'm afraid it will be... difficult to catch a pure-blood wizard for you."
"Aren't you the best candidate?" Voldemort said hoarsely, "You use this magic."
"What...let me come, Master?" Peter's voice became panicked.
"Yes, Wormtail, aren't you happy? This is the honor given to you by the Dark Lord." Voldemort said dissatisfied:
"If Bellatrix were here, she would give me her womb without hesitation, even if it contained a child."
"You...you..." Peter's voice became more and more frightened, and his mouth seemed to become very dry, "You...you want to...kill me?"
"Wormtail...why should I kill you?" Voldemort whispered: "You are the only servant by my side now. It's not too late for me to cherish you."
"but……"
"Don't worry, that magic won't kill you." Voldemort comforted: "You will still be useful on my way to resurrection."
Peter finally breathed a sigh of relief. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, opened two bottles, and mixed the unicorn's blood and the venom of the rune snake.
After taking this potion, combined with a spell, Voldemort can escape from the ghost state and obtain a weak physical body.
He could be in that body, waiting for the ingredients needed for true regeneration.
"Wormtail, open your mouth!" Voldemort ordered: "I'm going in."
Voldemort broke away from the cobra, turned into a shadow, and slipped into Peter's open mouth.
Peter picked up the cup and drank the potion. The cold potion passed through his throat and reached his abdomen.
He soon felt nauseous, dizzy, had abdominal cramps, and his stomach began to churn.
Peter squatted and vomited. For a moment, the room was filled with a filthy and fishy smell. He was unable to breathe and felt like he was about to vomit out his heart, liver, and lungs.
After finally stopping vomiting, Peter, who was sweating profusely, took off his robe. He was naked, slowly knelt down on his knees, and chanted a spell loudly.
As the spell ended, Peter began to tremble all over. His body seemed to be inflated, slowly inflating, and his abdomen soon became so big that it looked like it was about to burst.
Peter collapsed on the cold floor, breathing heavily, with a large amount of blood flowing...but it was as black as ink, and it looked extremely oozing and terrifying.
Wormtail cried loudly. He was in great panic and pain. After a while, a small, shriveled black figure appeared, struggling desperately.
The two hands of the shadow twisted and grasped hard, the red fingers tightly grasped the ground, and then crawled outward little by little.
Until the whole body enters this world!
Peter sat on the ground, he raised his head weakly and looked at the Dark Lord who had reshaped his body with magic.
It was only about the size of a puppy, with no hair, and seemed to have scales on its body. Its skin was dark and red, like injured tender meat.
He also has a flat snake face with glowing red eyes.
Tom Riddle is no longer the wandering shadow!
"Wormtail, pick me up!" Voldemort ordered.
Peter felt the pain of being torn apart by magic all over his body. He originally wanted to lie down for a while, but he still reluctantly stood up, picked up his robe, and wrapped the little Voldemort.
"Give me your wand," Voldemort said softly.
Peter quickly handed over the wand. The Dark Lord's small arms seemed to be struggling to hold the wand.
But he still raised it with force and danced in the air. The wand drew a strip of light like molten silver. It had no shape at first, and then the light strip twisted and turned into a sparkling human hand, as bright as moonlight.
It flew down on its own and settled on Peter's right hand that was cut off by Rove.
Peter raised his head and looked at the silver hand in disbelief. He tried to move the shining fingers, which seemed to be stronger than his own hand.
Peter knelt down and said gratefully: "My master, master, you are so beautiful...Thank you...Thank you..."
"I said... the Dark Lord will not treat those who helped him badly..."
After using this magic, the baby-sized Voldemort became weaker and weaker, looking very sleepy.
"Get up...I still have a lot of things for you to do."
"There is no hope of stealing the magic stone. I can only use another method to restore my original body.
You have to help me resurrect completely and get those three powerful medicine primers. "
"Harry Potter?" Peter shuddered.
"Yes, I only want him!" Voldemort said coldly: "Don't worry, we have that thing, it's easy to figure out Harry Potter's route of activity."
"As for my father's bones... they're in the cemetery behind the church in Little Hangleton."
Voldemort's snake face twisted into a cruel smile, and he hissed softly, as if talking to himself.
"Father, I killed you back then... I never imagined that you would still be useful decades later... my Muggle father."
At this moment, the church bells rang, and the heavy rain that had been brewing for a long time finally fell, knocking on the window lattice.
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(End of chapter)
