Although Voldemort remained silent, the ever-changing expressions on that snake's face revealed his inner vacillation and struggle at this moment.
Voldemort was afraid of death.
Although fear of death is the innate nature of every person and every living thing, it can be said that among all the characters that appear throughout the seven original books, Voldemort is undoubtedly the most fearful of death. He is willing to sacrifice himself in order to escape death. His soul, his handsome appearance, even all the costs.
Of course Voldemort knew that he would not die, but he had gone through a lot of hardships for thirteen years to finally reach this point, where he was able to reshape his body, regain his previous strength, and return to his peak state. There was also a lot of luck involved - Voldemort was unable to use his wand and cast most of his magic while in the remnant state.
He needs an assistant, or a servant.
As long as he has a loyal servant, he can let the other party use the magic he has researched to help him recreate a physical body.
Four years ago, when he was still eking out an existence in the Albanian jungle, the professor named Quirrell came to him. Although his magic power was not weak, his mind was very weak. It was a great opportunity for Voldemort, but in the end However, he was plotted by Dumbledore and fell short of success. Of course, he didn't gain anything. At least that time, he knew the truth about his death at the hands of Potter.
It was an ancient bloodline protection spell. There was nothing surprising about Potter. He was killed by a 1-year-old child simply because of his carelessness.
What is really hateful is Dumbledore, a hypocrite. He always looks upright, but his calculations about himself are more sophisticated than any Machiavellian. He obviously believed the prophecy and wanted to train this boy named Potter to deal with him. Based on the remaining power of the bloodline protection spell, he added new spells to perfect the entire bloodline protection spell—— From then on, the power related to him could no longer touch the boy.
It was precisely because he didn't know this that he finally fell into Dumbledore's plan. The moment Quirrell touched Potter, Quirrell was wiped out, and he once again lost a servant he could rely on.
"Humph, Dumbledore, you may be complacent about your plan, but you probably haven't thought about it... I have figured out a way to crack it. I used the boy's blood as the raw material for my resurrection. I have obtained With the protection of blood magic in his blood, I no longer need to be afraid of touching him, hahahaha..." - This is Voldemort's idea.
Of course, because he lost his servant, Voldemort could only choose to lie dormant again.
Lady Luck once again favored him and brought him Peter Pettigrew. Although Peter Pettigrew was full of lies and was greedy for life and afraid of death, he finally gave himself the opportunity to return from resurrection, and this time he successfully seized the opportunity.
Now, new problems arise.
All Death Eaters, including Peter Pettigrew, had betrayed. If I die here again, even if I am immortal, will I have the luck of being favored by the goddess of luck for a third time and get another chance to be resurrected?
Voldemort didn't dare to gamble.
Morgan could see that Voldemort was already interested and knew that the time was ripe, so he put in the last bargaining chip: "As a gift to welcome you to join us, I can give you a piece of precious information for free - you have produced multiple Horcruxes. In fact, Dumbledore and Schelling have noticed the matter. They have probably mastered it or destroyed some of your Horcruxes——"
"What did you say!" Voldemort, who had been pretending to be cold, finally couldn't help showing a shocked expression and cried out.
Morgan ignored Voldemort's reaction and continued: "If you join us, we can arrange manpower to help you retrieve your Horcrux, and arrange manpower to protect it tightly. I can guarantee that including Dumbledore Lido included—" Morgan's two-color pupils shone like gems, and she whispered: "No one can easily take away your Horcrux!"
Voldemort's expression changed from shock at first, then to disbelief, and finally to despair.
From Morgan's words, he understood one thing - he had always felt too good about himself. He thought that making multiple Horcruxes was his biggest secret, but in fact, so many people had known about it all along.
Morgan's words were clearly saying that she had known about the Horcruxes for a long time and had already mastered at least one of his Horcruxes!
Voldemort was confident in the Horcruxes he had hidden in the Room of Requirement and the seaside cave, but the one in Gunter's old house was too obvious. This Horcrux was most likely to fall into the hands of the Shadow of the Dragon, although he was in Gunter's old house. Some traps and protections were set up, but they were aimed at sanctimonious white wizards like Dumbledore. He did not think that the black magic above could stump Morgan, the black witch from thousands of years ago.
Finally, Voldemort's expression stopped changing, he took a long breath, nodded slowly, and said: "I agree to join you, but this does not mean that I am willing to obey any of your commands - I want to have a certain autonomy, at least the time to move freely..."
"Wise choice!" Morgan smiled, and she was not surprised by Voldemort's choice. "Don't worry, as the most notorious and powerful Dark Lord in our time, you deserve the highest respect from everyone in our organization. You After joining us, I promise you that no one will dare to boss you around. We will seek sincere cooperation with you and are very willing to help you achieve your ambitions and goals."
Although Voldemort was forced to bow to reality, he would not lose his pride as a generation of Dark Lord. He said in a cold tone: "Do you know my ambitions and goals?"
"This is natural. Since we dare to recruit you, we are naturally somewhat sure -" Morgan smiled faintly, but the confidence in his tone was unquestionable, "More than ten years ago, under your leadership, The Death Eaters launched the First Wizarding War, and the slogan of that war was 'Destroy the wizard traitors and the lowly bloodlines that steal wizard magic', indicating that your goal is to establish a kingdom ruled by pure-blood families with an iron fist. The one-man society——"
"Actually, this war is far from your goal. At best, it is just a process and a means for you to achieve your personal ideals... Your goal is-"
"Let your name 'Voldemort' - bring despair and fear to the whole world, let the whole world - not just the small land of Great Britain - remember your name firmly, let your name become A black legend for eternity!”
Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly, but raised the corners of his mouth slightly, obviously these words were very useful to him.
Morgan nodded, "Our organization's goals do not conflict with yours - in fact, as a mysterious organization that exists in the darkness like a shadow, we need a figure like you to serve as our spokesperson and represent us in the world. Act on the surface - and you can also use our power to destroy your enemies and establish your kingdom of darkness..."
"Very good!" The fierce red light lit up in Voldemort's pupils again, "I believe you this time. Our joint cooperation is indeed a perfect combination..."
