aircannonsinc Chapter 174 Bone, Flesh and Blood
Chapter 174 Bone, Flesh and Blood
When Tom walked through the porch and looked into the living room, he was not surprised to find that several Dark Lords were there.
Of course, the baby-sized Dark Lord is still sitting in the high armchair, and Anima is still standing on the coffee table in the posture of a red-eyed giant crow. What is a little surprising is that the diary Riddle, who was supposed to have insufficient energy, also changed from the black leather A strangely long neck stretched out from the book, and a head popped out - oh, Tom glanced at the carpet and saw Wormtail fainted on the ground with his eyes rolled back. It seemed that this unlucky guy acted as a temporary charger.
Hearing Tom's footsteps, several Dark Lords turned their heads at the same time, and looked at him with three pairs of red eyes.
"...What?" Tom stopped in the hall and asked dully. His face was pale, his expression was wandering, and his brows were furrowed, as if he had not slept well for three days and had been slapped from behind - he was imitating Professor Quirrell's late state of being possessed.
This is what he came up with. There is no need for him to act like a pure Tom Riddle or Tom Locke. Considering that the diary can only pretend to be dead due to insufficient soul energy, and the anima cannot control the crow's body all over the world, he can completely pretend He is possessed, but the possessed person does not have enough energy to fully control his appearance. And he only needs to pretend that he has a brief amnesia to show that he is being controlled, and it is enough to release the breath of the Dark Lord.
It's risky, but it's worth a try.
Several Dark Lords exchanged glances quickly.
The external magic power has become very thin; the soul is floating and does not seem to match the physical body; the energy is low and the look is tired; the breath is a little familiar...
"Come here," said the infantile Dark Lord, "where have you been?"
Tom walked towards him with heavy steps, rubbing his temples in confusion and dullness, as if he was too sleepy to open his eyes: "I don't remember..."
"I went out, and then..." He rolled his eyes and looked at the ceiling, thinking hard for a moment, then shook his head suddenly, as if he had sobered up a little, "I don't remember much?" He looked at the Dark Lord, his eyes It was with suspicion, "There's something not right about me."
"Come here," the Dark Lord said again, raising his hand to him.
Tom deliberately hesitated before bending down and letting the Dark Lord's snake hand rest on his forehead. He knew very well that it would be easy for this seemingly weak hand to blow off his head at this distance.
"Good boy," the Dark Lord said pleasantly, sighing with a little genuine feeling, "I have warned you many times, don't indulge your magic too much, they will one day cause trouble that you can't clean up - —”
A piece of black light suddenly bloomed between his fingers, and Tom's mind was buzzing, and he felt his body fainted - his consciousness shrank to his soul body, sensing the outside world through magic vision.
Before he had time to experience this novel feeling, a certain sense of crisis prompted his mind to activate the Resurrection Stone and the Robe of Knowledge at the same time. The Resurrection Stone emitted a little black light and refused to give any more face. The Robe of Knowledge represented the Dark Lord. The point automatically enlarged and quickly moved to the front.
Several pairs of red eyes carefully looked at Tom who was lying on the ground, but Tom tightly restrained his thoughts, for fear that they would notice something was wrong.
"Failure." Diary Riddle was the first to look away disdainfully.
"That's not entirely true." Anima was the second one. "It's a little stronger than Chilo. It seems that the fusion will be more natural with the Resurrection Stone."
"But it's still a failed method." The baby-sized Dark Lord said gloomily. "Even if there are so many similarities, even with the help of the Resurrection Stone, the weight of the cut soul is still not enough to occupy another person's body."
"Cut it out again?" Diary said eagerly, "If you supply it to me, the success rate may be higher."
The crow let out a hoarse scoff.
"It's not necessary, and there are currently no conditions for precise cutting." The Dark Lord said, "Just stay in the child's body as a back-up. Maybe it can absorb his soul energy and slowly grow stronger."
"Or, maybe it will be absorbed slowly." The rejected diary said with malice.
"Inherited my memories and my thoughts, who can say that it is not me?" The infant-like Dark Lord unexpectedly has a heart that does not match it. "As my continuation of existence, isn't this my disciple?" What does it mean?"
"Ha!" Crow laughed unpleasantly, "This is the first time I heard someone explain replicas like this!"
"Let's observe first." The Dark Lord took the lead in shelving this failed resurrection case. "It seems that we still need to try other methods first."
"The resurrection technique with three points of bone, flesh and blood as anchors?" the diary asked warily, "Which of us are you going to use for the experiment this time? I'm warning you, the ring is considered useless and the quantity is limited. You'd better know what's going on—"
The crow looked at him kindly: "Silly boy, he will definitely not experiment on himself. As for me -" it fluttered twice with a smile, "I can fly."
The diary had an ugly face, staring at the Dark Lord warily, and warned: "You have to think clearly, besides you, my soul has the largest weight, and it is very uneconomical to sacrifice me. This is different from the one who was tortured by the Resurrection Stone. It’s different for guys who don’t live long!”
"Young people just can't hold their breath," the Dark Lord sighed, "Was I so stupid when I was young? Yes, I wouldn't be this bad if I wasn't stupid." He muttered.
The crow laughed hoarsely again.
"Of course I can think of anything you can think of," he explained impatiently. "The crown is scaring you - why do I have to use us to practice? This is different from possession. We just need to find an appropriate one. Just a guy who has a strong desire to resurrect someone will do.”
"But I do need your help." The Dark Lord added.
The young diary raised his eyebrows.
"I plan to disguise you as an ancient forbidden book of the Dark Lord, and then when we decide on the candidate, we will pretend that you accidentally fall into the hands of that person. The secret of resurrection will be written on you, so that you can observe the resurrection The effect is great, and you can clean up the beginning and the end at the right time—" The Dark Lord showed a cruel smile, "Eat them."
"Okay," the diary became excited, "I've long been unhappy with this Muggle cover... I want it to be called "Advanced Dark Arts"!"
"Wouldn't it be better to call it Direct to Azkaban?" Crow suggested.
"It's called 'Azkaban Express'. Come on, why not call it 'Reverse the Road to Death'!" The diary came up with a new idea.
"Alright!" The Dark Lord had no choice but to burst out his magic pressure to suppress these two bastards. Once again, he was so tired that he wondered if he was really unreliable when he was young.
"The focus now is to determine the candidate." The Dark Lord said.
"I was very optimistic about Severus," the crow said, "I can smell the huge hole in his heart, and the howling north wind blows through the wound that will never heal, tsk tsk tsk." It clicked and clicked. , enthusiastically.
"The bones of direct blood relatives are easy to tell. I remember that the mother-of-pearl woman's parents are dead. I believe Severus himself should be happy to donate 'meat'. The problem now is the blood of the enemy," the diary pondered, While habitually twisting his neck in circles, "We haven't resurrected ourselves, so where can we get his blood? And in this case, we are not considered 'forced' at all?"
The three pairs of red eyes looked at each other for a while, and then looked at Tom on the ground in unison.
Tom's thoughts were tightly shrunk in his soul body, and he didn't dare to move.
After a moment, Crow said: "He doesn't count, does he? At least not all of them."
"And there should be no remnant soul of that woman in Severus' hands." The Dark Lord said, "She sacrificed herself. Maybe there will be a little bit left in my wand, but my wand should still be locked in magic. Ministry, it would not be wise to alert the Ministry of Magic at this time."
The three Dark Lords continued to consider candidates.
"How about Crouch?" the diary said, "His wife, he is willing to break the law for his wife - true love." It said hypocritically.
"I guess he retained the imprint of his wife's soul. At least Barty Jr. said Old Crouch had a magical portrait of his mother that would never leave him. The flesh of a pious man - he must be very happy with it, the bones of a blood relative - It’s not a problem, the blood of the enemy—who is that woman’s enemy?”
The three Dark Lords looked at each other again.
"Little Barty, right?" Diary said hesitantly, "She died for him."
"Idiot, how can she be an enemy if she is willing to die for him?" Crow retorted, "It must be Old Crouch. He first sent her beloved son to Azkaban, and then let her live in Azkaban." Zikaban is dead, even though she begged for it——"
"It's best that the blood and flesh are not the same person," the Dark Lord said decisively. "Considering that such a three-point anchor would be meaningless. I was thinking of another person, and maybe we could get our own resurrection materials by the way. "