This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

‘Here we go again, here we go again! ’

Tom leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and fought against the rising weakness.

His handsome face suddenly turned pale, causing the witches who came to visit the store to gather around him with concern.

"What's wrong with you, Tom?"

"Is everything okay?"

"Oh, don't worry, there is a vitality potion here."

The messy potions were stuffed over and then poured in. During this period, several witches looked at each other - (thirty) old witches in their forties, why are you hanging around Tom like that! ! !

The boss not far away is happy to see the result - the medicine he feeds is sold by himself anyway, so in theory it should be very safe.

Of course, if someone sneaks in a love potion or something...

It’s not impossible.

He is a good boss and will not interfere in the personal lives of his employees - if Tom can sell some supplements, he will not be unable to give a commission.

But it seemed that these witches didn't do that. They just fed some potions out of concern and didn't do anything more after seeing that Tom's face looked normal.

What made him even more regretful was that they actually started to accuse him of not being considerate of his employees and treating Tom too harshly.

Merlin's socks!

They were the ones who hoped to see people every time they came over, and they were the ones who accused Tom of making his shift too long. If the other party hadn't been a big customer, he would have gotten angry.

"In that case, Tom, just go back and rest. I'll just keep an eye on the store. Don't worry, two days of vacation is enough. It's a paid one."

He gritted his teeth and forced a smile, speaking kindly, and let his top clerk leave.

——

'What the hell has he done? ’

Tom covered his head with his hands. He could feel his own weakness now - if he hadn't relied on drinking potions during this period to heal himself, he suspected that he would have collapsed and lost the body in front of him under that damn shock.

After finally reaching the rented house, he collapsed directly behind the door, struggled to crawl into the room, and weakly tapped the wand several times to get the potion.

‘I don’t want to continue to become a humble and weak soul fragment, lying in that damn little box and waiting without knowing anything! ’

With hatred, he drank the dangerous potion in one gulp.

The handsome face began to distort, and shrill screams continued to come from his mouth. The box around his neck that was originally used to place the soul emitted a faint green light, holding on to his last life, not to let this world composed of resentment and Menton The body collapsed.

After a long time, he finally weakly moved his fingers and let out a long breath.

‘Survived. ’

He raised his arms, but it was difficult.

After about a minute, he finally saw his pale and thin hand.

"Voldemort, I am still alive, so what if you are resurrected? I will kill you and take that name back!"

——

"Master, hehe, master."

Wormtail drooled and looked at the baby-sized being boiling in the pot. The silver thread stretched out and even dripped into the crucible.

Voldemort looked at it with disgust, but said nothing. He just tried his best to tilt his head to prevent saliva from falling on his newly condensed body.

He has tried hard not to think about what was in the previous potion - a potion that can unite the body is a good potion.

He was too seriously injured at Hogwarts. If there hadn't been a Horcrux in Hogwarts, he suspected that he would have been left there forever by Dumbledore.

Even after escaping, he lay in a daze for a long time - if Wormtail hadn't appeared, he wouldn't have been able to gather a simple body and come out.

It's a pity that this cowardly guy is acting foolishly and often doing wrong things, and he can't change them even under his command and coercion.

‘Has this been kissed by a dementor? Why are you so stupid? ’

"Hey, master..."

Wormtail poked his head over, and a silver thread began to sway in the air as he moved, floating towards Voldemort, who had just condensed his body in the crucible.

"Stop it for me..."

Voldemort stopped talking - but not because he stopped, but because the thing floated over.

But fortunately, he regained a little strength - the crucible floated and slowly fell to the ground.

"Eh? It can fly, Master can fly!"

Wormtail stupidly stretched out his hand and pointed at the crucible, with an innocent smile on his face - as if he had changed faces with the baby-sized guy in front of him. His face was indifferent when he should be smiling, and he should be controlling his expression like an adult. As for people, they are as bad as a three-year-old baby.

There is no mistake in every song, one post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, take a look!

"Shut up, Wormtail! Now, immediately, immediately, go out and trick a wizard into coming over!"

Voldemort's red eyes stared at Wormtail, but stopped immediately after speaking.

That's it - if you go out and abduct someone, it's a success. If you don't get kidnapped, it's a success.

Moreover, he didn't believe that Dumbledore, the guy who would ambush people in school, was not keeping an eye on this place. If Dumbledore came to the door, it would be the end of the world.

The most important thing is that having a body allows you to accumulate strength, but it also means you have to eat - without Wormtail, he would probably starve to death here and turn into that ghost-like thing again.

'But if Wormtail cooks...'

Voldemort tried hard not to think too much, but a second silver thread appeared at the corner of Wormtail's mouth...

"Take me out, forget it, stand still and don't move."

Voldemort raised his ridiculously small hand, and two vines appeared behind Wormtail, and then the cauldron flew up and was tied to it.

Holding him up should save a lot of energy and be more conducive to recovery, but Voldemort thought about it and gave up on this energy-saving method.

"Take a walk in the forest and see if any wizards break in."

Voldemort warned - as long as there is a glimmer of hope, he hopes to control a wizard who can cook.

He even missed Hufflepuff.

Although he didn't like that academy, he had to admit that the wizards who graduated from them were indeed much better at cooking - and because they focused on food magic, they were much easier to control.

But now I just have to let it go.

If he couldn't find it in three hours, he would have to ask Wormtail to start cooking - his body was too fragile and he had to eat regularly.

'That Nagini guy, it would be great if she could recover, but it's a pity that she can't...'

Voldemort shook his head and had no intention of calling his viper friend.

At least Wormtail's behavior can arouse sympathy. How can a strange wizard control a snake when it appears?

'Hope for good luck - no, there must be good luck! ’

He stretched his head out of the cauldron, looking at the surrounding trees and the sunlight that barely leaked out, "Let's go, Wormtail!"