Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

The trembling Nick Flamel is the wind that Voldemort is waiting for.

Not to mention that Voldemort was surprised, even Bella was quite surprised by this.

"Are you the wind I'm waiting for?"

Voldemort in the coffin had doubts in his words.

"Yes, Dark Lord, I am the wind you are waiting for."

Nick Flamel was leaning on a cane, and his wrinkled smile was as sincere as ever.

Voldemort thought of the bronze key the other party gave him, which made him couldn't help but ask: "Are you the God of Death?"

"Sorry, I'm not the God of Death."

As Nick Flamel spoke, he took out an inconspicuous stone from his arms. Voldemort recognized it as the Philosopher's Stone at a glance.

He took the magic stone, walked tremblingly to an inconspicuous location in the hall, and pressed the magic stone into it.

"This time, I really have to say goodbye to my old friend."

As Nick Flamel said this, he took a few steps back and came under the coffin. "I will complete the resurrection ceremony. Don't be surprised, Dark Lord. Someone will tell you the answer later."

After he said this, he took out the wand from his pocket and waved it slowly.

The old man's movements were very slow. The slowness did not seem like a need for magic, but more like his body was restricting him.

As he waved his wand, the smell of blood began to emerge from the thought ladder not far away.

At the same time, there is also the sound of "gululu" water surging.

Bella approached the thought ladder curiously and was surprised to see countless blood pouring upwards.

“The flesh and blood of the saints, offered voluntarily, may raise up his Master.”

Following Nick Flamel's spell, the blood that started in the Saint's Blood Well surged upwards even more violently.

Bella even saw flesh and blood being protruded from time to time in the gushing blood.

"boom."

When the blood finally broke through the ladder of thought, it immediately surged straight towards the coffin above the hall. Not a drop fell to the ground, and all of it entered the coffin.

And while lying there, the white gauze wrapped around Voldemort finally floated away, revealing his finally recovered soul.

"Wow~~"

Blood and water rolled in the huge coffin, lapping against the stone walls of the coffin like waves.

The tide ebbs and flows, and after his soul is washed away by blood several times, Voldemort actually feels the heaviness of his physical body.

"Resurrection, is this complete?"

He was surprised at the speed of this ceremony, but the ceremony did not end there.

"The memory of God's residence is burned in advance to make his spirit immortal."

When all the surging blood entered the coffin, Nick Flamel's old voice sounded again.

Then, in the thought ladder, the glowing jellyfish immediately swam in the air, rushed into the coffin, and quickly integrated into Voldemort's body.

Memories appeared one after another, and his life was played out in his mind in detail.

"The memory of God's residence?"

Looking at these memories, Voldemort couldn't help but murmur.

It seems that his new body has not yet adapted to speaking, so his voice is rough and hoarse.

But even so, Nick Flamel still heard what he said clearly.

"Yes, Shen Di, the wizard with an immortal spirit can already be called Shen Di."

There was a hint of envy in Nick Flamel's voice, but not a lot.

"What's going on? I mean, who prepared this resurrection ceremony." Voldemort asked him.

"It's very complicated, Voldemort. As an old man, I don't have the strength to say that much, but I think someone can help you explain it, but that will have to be after you are resurrected."

Nick Flamel spoke for a long time, which made him look a little tired, "No more questions, Dark Lord, the ceremony is not over yet."

His last words stopped Voldemort from asking any more questions.

"Tell me when all the memories are restored, Dark Lord, I need to know that time point." Nick Flamel added.

"Okay, Mr. Flamel."

Voldemort responded, and then began to look at his memories carefully.

That is an extremely long memory, nearly a hundred years.

Because in addition to the memory belonging to Riddle, there is also the memory of Lin Zuo.

But even though his memory lasted nearly a hundred years, Voldemort still finished watching it quickly.

Just because this memory is played out so fast, a year seems to only take one second.

"Although it is fast, it does feel extremely long."

Looking back on his life of more than a hundred years, Voldemort, who was in a complicated mood, couldn't help but sigh.

At the same time, he felt that when he recalled the past, it was much clearer than before.

It felt like all the memories had been processed by a pensieve.

"Is it all over?" Nick Flamel asked from below.

"It's over, Mr. Flamel, you can proceed with the next ceremony." Voldemort replied.

Nick Flamel nodded without responding, but waved his wand slightly.

"Pious faith, turned into armor, can make His body last forever."

This sentence made Voldemort raise his eyebrows. Let’s not talk about faith, but the eternal life of the body made his heart beat.

Eternal life is his unchanging pursuit.

If tightness meant spiritual immortality, he didn't think so.

After all, the existence of Horcruxes has achieved this effect to a certain extent.

The eternal existence of the physical body is his new pursuit.

"Is this true?"

As I murmured in my heart, the world outside the coffin finally tightened.

At the same time, the coffin made a "creak, creak" sound, as if it was about to break due to the stranglehold on the clothes.

"Snapped."

Finally, a gap cracked open inside the coffin, and then from this gap, a large amount of power of faith emerged.

These powers of faith poured into Voldemort's body crazily, making his body feel comfortable.

Feeling comfortable, he slowly fell asleep.

The consciousness seems to be in a hot spring, the body is infinitely relaxed, and the spirit is also extremely calm.

Just like this, I don't know how long it took, and the broken coffin finally disappeared completely.

But at this time, the world's armor still exists.

It turns out that the power of these beliefs comes from the coffin.

In other words, this coffin is entirely composed of the power of faith.

"call."

Voldemort, floating in the air, breathed out slowly.

As he exhaled a breath of turbid air, his body actually drifted slightly backwards.

He felt amazing at this moment, because he didn't use the flying spell at all, but his body seemed to be floating on its own.

"Uh-huh."

The World Armor was tugged by him and immediately wrapped around him, turning into a wizard robe with silver edges and a subtle dark mark on the cuffs.

His body slowly landed until his feet landed on the ground. The cold ground made him feel real for the first time.

Although this was a perfect resurrection for him, he was sure that he had not yet mastered this body.

It has unlimited potential that can be tapped, but that will take some time.

Before adapting to this body, he wanted to get all the answers from Nick Flamel.

"Snapped."

Before he could speak, Bella had already pounced on him and hugged him tightly.

After a moment of hesitation, Voldemort slowly put his arm around Bella's shoulders.

At this moment, the hall was silent.