The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

But now a new problem arises

How should he explain the reason for jumping up, so as not to arouse the suspicion of the suspicious Dark Lord?

Lucius took a breath slowly, showing a dignified expression, then clenched his hands into fists and raised them above his head——

"I'm sworn to death with an undercover agent!" he yelled.

Voldemort: "..."

A group of Death Eaters: "..."

"Sit down first, Lucius." The corner of Voldemort's mouth twitched, signaling Lucius to sit down. "I've found the undercover agent, but he probably won't have the courage to come to see me again."

"Master, so who is that traitor?" Nott asked, "I will make him pay for it!"

"That traitor is—"

Before Voldemort finished speaking, there was a "swish", and the fireplace in the meeting room suddenly lit up with green flames, illuminating the dim room.

A wizard with a sallow complexion and long greasy hair, wearing a black robe, strode out from the flames, and said eagerly as he walked:

"Master, I have something very important to report to you!"

For a moment, the eyes of everyone present turned to this wizard who was late.

"Severus Snape, you traitor, you still have the face to come back to see me?!" Upon seeing the person, Voldemort's scarlet eyes seemed to ignite a strong fire instantly, and his voice was extremely cold and piercing.

"what?!"

"Severus is a traitor?"

"how can that be?!"

When the Death Eaters heard Voldemort's words, they immediately exploded. They couldn't believe that one of the Dark Lord's most trusted subordinates was actually an undercover agent on Dumbledore's side.

Not only were the Death Eaters around the long table extremely astonished, but even Snape showed a slightly astonished expression.

"Master, you may have misunderstood me." But soon, he adjusted his emotions and said calmly, "You know me, master, I will never become a traitor!"

"Then how do you explain the map you gave me?" Voldemort said coldly, "Dracula has already come to the island of Azkaban, but on the map you made, it represents Dracula. Gula's red dot has been staying at Hogwarts, almost untouched!"

"As far as I know, this is very likely because Dracula has learned that there is something wrong with the gift I gave him, so he left it in Hogwarts Castle." Snape explained, "Dracula There's never been a formula for Ra's behavior, and no one can predict where he will go next."

"I don't think this can be regarded as evidence that I am an undercover agent!"

"Stubborn?" Voldemort smiled coldly. "Then let me see, how do you explain the other thing—"

"Our last version of the plan was officially completed before the operation. It will take at least a few hours to pass the information to Dumbledore and Dracula in time. At that time, the operation has naturally ended perfectly!"

"However, I saw Dracula who had been waiting for a long time outside the prison in Azkaban... This speed cannot be a normal means of communication. Got the moon!"

"Our camp now has only two people lurking in Hogwarts - one is you, and the other is my clone."

"Don't you want to say that the undercover agent is actually not you, but my clone?" Voldemort said with a sneer, "How could I betray myself? It's ridiculous!"

"But that's all I want to say, Master!" Snape said suddenly, "Your clone is behaving abnormally tonight, and I suspect he is really the undercover agent you're looking for!"

"Hahahahaha..."

Voldemort laughed loudly, "I can't see it, Severus, I didn't expect you to have a sense of humor. Can you actually say that my double will betray me?"

"Have you started to go to the doctor in a hurry, Severus?" His smile faded, and his face gradually turned cold, "You can tell me that he is an undercover agent on the field, it is better than what you just said The answer is a little more believable."

"I'm not kidding!" Snape said in a deep voice, "Don't you find it strange that collecting blood is such an easy task?"

He has been doing it for half a year without any progress..."

"Not only that, but just as an incorporeal clone with the face of your youth, how did he become an assistant teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts? Even Dumbledore, who knew your face when you were young, admitted it himself His teaching assistant status..."

"So I must suggest that you must remain vigilant and be careful of your avatar!"

Chapter 130 The Potion That Can Bring People Back to Life

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"Enough!" Voldemort's expression was indifferent, his eyes were cold, "Severus, you let me down!"

Then he raised his wand—

"Cruenti."

A stream of water gushed out quickly from the tip of Avery's wand, and amidst the continuous splashing sound, the cauldron gradually filled with water——

The cauldron was so large that when filled with water it could completely submerge a full grown man sitting in it.

Voldemort looked at the cauldron filled with water, and the excitement in his eyes became more and more intense. He couldn't even control his magical breath, and the black robe on his body fluttered loudly.

Avery swung his wand again, stroked the bottom of the cauldron, and uttered another spell——

"Flaming (Indio)."

A crackling flame sprang up from under the cauldron, and the fire gradually increased.

Afterwards, Avery took out several prepared potion ingredients from a bag and added them to the crucible.

After another complicated operation, the water in the crucible gradually turned a green color, and a strange and unpleasant smell wafted out.

The liquid in the crucible gradually took on the appearance of a potion.

Under Voldemort's eager gaze, the potion in the cauldron did not disappoint him, heating up quickly.

Within 2 minutes, its surface not only began to boil, but also shot out strong sparks, as if it was burning.

The steam became thicker and thicker, and the figures of many Death Eaters present became blurred in the thick steam.

Voldemort's robes billowed more violently.

"quick!"

His sharp, cold voice reveals a strong urgency, anticipation and fanaticism.

"It will be fine soon, master." Avery said tremblingly, wiping the sweat from his head.

After all, he was not a potion master like Snape, and this potion that Voldemort said was not difficult to make, still consumed too much of his mind.

After a while, the entire boiling water suddenly calmed down.

Bright and dazzling sparks flickered on the water, and sparkled in the rich steam, as if studded with diamonds.

"It's ready, master." Avery breathed a sigh of relief, and his grip on the wand relaxed.

Snape, who was bound aside, gave him a disgusted look, as if he was contemptuous of Avery's unprofessional method of brewing potions.

"It's now!"

Voldemort's gleaming scarlet eyes were filled with ecstasy, and his distorted features were even uglier, and the whole face was more like a flattened snake's face than ever before!

Looking at Voldemort's ugly face, Riddle frowned imperceptibly, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

But all Voldemort's attention was attracted by the potion in front of him, and he didn't notice Riddle's abnormality.

He went straight to the cauldron, jumped lightly, and stood on the edge of the hot cauldron.

Avery took a deep breath, knowing that the next process was more important than all the previous steps combined, so he raised his wand without daring to carelessly.

"Father's bones, accidentally donated, can make your son regenerate!" Under Voldemort's impatient gesture, he said with a trembling voice.

Standing on the edge of the crucible, Voldemort suddenly separated wisps of gray smoke and dust, forming a complete human skeleton shape above the diamond-like liquid.

Afterwards, the skeleton gently fell into the crucible, and sank gently with a hissing sound.

The diamond-like liquid surface burst suddenly, the water surface crackled, sparks flew, and the liquid turned a bright red blue, looking like the most poisonous poison in the world.

After separating the bones of his father Tom Riddle Sr., Voldemort's figure suddenly became much more illusory.

He looked at Avery with icy eyes, even though it was an illusory figure, the powerful deterrent force in it still almost made Avery breathless.

Avery took a deep breath, raised his right arm tremblingly, and turned the wand in his left hand, which was pointing at the cauldron, to point to his right hand.

"servant

The meat, donated voluntarily by..., can make your master...regenerate..." He said with difficulty.

Then Avery closed his eyes—

"Diffindo."

He let out a scream of pain.

A chilling "plop" followed as Avery's severed hand was thrown into the cauldron.

The potion potion in the cauldron immediately turned fiery red, and the strong light almost penetrated the thick steam in the meeting room, illuminating the shuddering expressions of all the Death Eaters...

Avery gasped and groaned in pain.

He hastily treated the huge wound on his right wrist, then put down his wand, and with his remaining left hand, he slowly took the bottle of Harry's blood from Voldemort's hand.

"Blood of... the blood of the enemy... forced to sacrifice... can bring your enemy... back to life!"

Avery poured Harry's blood into the cauldron.

The liquid in the crucible immediately turned blinding white.The liquid was almost boiling again, and diamond-like sparks continuously splashed in all directions, extremely bright and dazzling, completely dispelling all the surrounding steam.

Avery completed his task, kneeling beside Voldemort on the edge of the cauldron.

He clutched his severed arm, looked up at the Dark Lord's satisfied and excited expression, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.He knew he had done a great job.

At this moment, Riddle, who had been watching for a long time, suddenly moved!

Chapter 130 Voldemort: It turns out that the undercover agent is really me!

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Just when Voldemort was about to throw his illusory body into the blinding white potion in the cauldron, Riddle suddenly stepped forward, raised his hand and raised his wand——

"Flipendo at full speed!"

At this time, Voldemort's attention was all on the crucible in front of him, and he had a high degree of trust in his split soul, so he didn't pay any attention at all.