After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

Voldemort sighed in his heart. Although he had heard Yang Mei complain about his appearance countless times, this was the first time he heard such a blunt word as "ugly ghost".

I can only say that living longer does broaden your horizons.

Voldemort floated obediently in front of Salazar, lowered his head and shouted, "Ancestor." He thought that he was already an ugly ghost, so he should try not to use that face to defile the face of his ancestor.

Salazar was not as friendly when facing him as he was when he was talking to Yang Mei just now.

"I knew you when you opened the Chamber of Secrets fifty years ago. Although you are just a half-blood, you have good talent, are smart and hardworking enough, so I am already 70% satisfied with you.

But I didn't expect that you didn't even discover the space I was in, and never came here again in the next fifty years.

I have decided to withdraw my satisfaction with you. You are essentially a fool."

Yang Mei smiled unkindly and even wanted to use the photo beads to record the scene in front of her.

Look at it, even the Dark Lord who has been "dominant" in the wizarding world for so many years still has to be scolded like a calf in front of his own ancestor.

"Ancestor, did you know me fifty years ago?" Voldemort didn't expect that when he came to this secret chamber fifty years ago, someone was secretly observing him.

Salazar ignored his meaningless question and put the book in his hand on the desk at arm's length away from him. "So only fifty years have passed, and your stupidity seems to have reached a new level. Now you look even less like a living person than I do."

If we take the resident ghosts in the castle as a benchmark, Voldemort now looks a little more transparent than them. After all, they are complete ghosts, while he is only one-eighth of a soul fragment.

Looking at Salazar again, he seemed to be in a spirit state as well. If he could be considered a ghost, he could pick up physical books, and his figure looked much more solid than a ghost. Not a living person, but not like a ghost, more like... "Ghost cultivator?"

There is currently no concept of ghost cultivation in the prehistoric world, but it exists in the vast world.

Yang Mei, who has been traveling in various small worlds, has absorbed too many new things.

Go back and directly lead the fashion trend of the ancient times.

Salazar could hardly hide the surprise in his eyes: "Do you know 'ghost cultivation'?"

A thousand years ago, he left Hogwarts and began traveling aimlessly. With his abilities as Salazar Slytherin and his wealth, he could go anywhere.

We stopped and walked along the way, traveled to many places, and finally arrived at the distant Eastern country.

In that era, not only were the various races in the European magical world very active, but the various sects of cultivation in the great Eastern countries also developed quite prosperously.

There were many creatures and plants in the East that Salazar had never seen before. After leaving the big mess of Hogwarts, he felt a lot more relaxed and even agreed to become a guest elder of a sect.

That’s where I learned the method of ghost cultivation.

"Kid, don't you know a little too much?" Salazar didn't want to talk to his stupid heir anymore and instead chatted happily with Yang Mei.

Voldemort: “…” It feels like the ancestor wants to change the heir.

Yang Mei didn't mind showing off his knowledge beyond his age, as long as he didn't explain it clearly, it didn't matter what others thought.

The answer is Merlin's reincarnation.

When Salazar finally finished chatting, he turned around and found that the Malfoy kid was already sitting on the ground and asleep.

"..." Salazar shook his head and chuckled, "Well, I didn't think it through."

Yang Mei walked over and woke Draco up: "Xiaolong, wake up quickly, are you so sleepy? It's not your usual bedtime yet!"

Draco said sleepily: "What you said is too profound. It's a bit hypnotic."

"Come to think of it, ancestor, you should be able to go out. Ghost cultivators are not earthbound spirits, so you shouldn't need to stay here all the time, right?" Yang Mei asked Salazar.

"You can go out. I went out not long ago, but no one knew about it." Salazar blinked at Yang Mei.

Voldemort felt that he was completely redundant here. Just when he was thinking about whether to escape from here, Salazar finally condescended to pay attention to him.

"what's your name?"

This was a very common question, but Voldemort hesitated because his name needed to be explained in detail.

"My original name was Tom Marvolo Riddle, but I hated that name, so after I formed the Death Eaters and had the desire to fly away from death, I named myself 'Voldemort'." Voldemort said honestly.

That's his ancestor. Don't be careless when talking to your own ancestor. Just say what you think.

Salazar did not hide his disgust at all: "What an ugly name!"

"Let me tell you, I advised him to choose a new name after his soul is repaired this time!" Yang Mei was very happy that there was someone (a ghost) who could openly complain about Voldemort's name with him. After all, no one else dared to do that.

Salazar looked very disappointed: "It's okay to have a bad name, but you have made yourself look like a ghost. You have lost your nose, why don't you lose your head too?! I really hope that not many people know that you are my heir, otherwise your family will think that all Slytherins are crazy like you!"

It was difficult for Voldemort to describe his current mood.

He felt a little embarrassed, because he was such an adult, but was still being scolded by his ancestors; he also felt a strange warmth, because he had lived for several decades and this was the first time he experienced the feeling of being scolded by his elders.

When he was in the orphanage, he received nothing but insults. Later in Hogwarts, Dumbledore did talk to him a lot, but he would never forget the old bee's wariness and prejudice against him, never!

"Even if your soul is fully repaired, you still need a physical body. The rebirth potion recorded in the magic world today was developed by me a thousand years ago. It is a black magic potion that helps wizards who have lost their physical bodies to rebuild their bodies.

To make it, many materials are needed. In addition to some rare but not impossible to obtain magical biological materials, it also requires the bones of the father, the flesh of the servants, and the blood of the enemy.

To be honest, I now think this formula is a bit abnormal, so don’t ask me how it was developed.

Anyway, it's a black magic potion, so the ingredients are a little darker, you should be able to understand, right?"

Voldemort took it well. "I know the potion. In fact, I've been thinking about which servant to use."

Yang Mei: “…” He had to say it, but he had completely forgotten that Voldemort still needed a physical body.

In other words, isn't it possible to just be an alchemical body?

Unexpectedly, Salazar shook his head after hearing what Voldemort said: "If you want to reshape your body, the regeneration potion is feasible, but there is one thing, if I am not mistaken, you should hate the bloodline of your Muggle father, right?"

Voldemort's pupils shrank slightly.

Salazar continued, "As I said earlier, I have not always stayed in the secret room all these years. You are my bloodline heir, and since you did not find me in the secret room, I cannot just wait here. I have a general understanding of your growth experience.

So whether it's Gaunt or Riddle, if you have a choice, do you still want to be associated with them?"

"I don't want to." Voldemort answered neatly.

Salazar stood up, walked to the desk, and turned the pen holder on the desk.

The bookshelf behind the desk opened up, and it turned out there was a space behind it.

"You don't need to go in now, I just want to show you." Salazar said lazily, "Thank your ancestors for their foresight. Before I became a ghost cultivator, they stored some of my blood. If you are willing, after you have repaired your soul, you can come here and I will help you rebuild your body.

It doesn't matter if you're Gaunt or Riddle, from now on, you're just a Slytherin."

Voldemort felt a little sad in his heart. He thought, if he were a young man in his teens or twenties now, would he cry for a while?