[HP+Gintama] Azkaban's house price is high

Voldemort blinked, making sure he read correctly.

Under the moonlight, the ancient characters on the handbook danced slightly, converging like living rivers, turning into a... love poem.

What a love poem!

Moreover, it is also a love poem written by a man to another man. It is full of heartfelt longing and love described with various beautiful metaphors, and it also carries a touch of sadness. " or the sadness of "the lover has passed away".

At the bottom of the poem, there is the signature of the wizard who wrote the love letter.

Myers Cardia.

The creator of the contract he signed with Takasugi before seems to be called by this name...

Voldemort's eyes flickered, and he suddenly remembered something. He flicked his finger lightly in the air——the words full of love in the handbook began to shift, change, and recombine.

A new sentence floats above the page.

【To my lover Summerfield Simpson, the contract of Moonlight Sacrifice remains unchanged from ancient times, and I will miss you from the past to eternity...】

Miss you?

Takasugi's indifferent face suddenly flashed in his mind, and Voldemort's calm eyes finally fluctuated slightly.

If Myers Cardia's name is just a coincidence, then the contract of Moonlight Priest and Summerfield Simpson, who is called "lover", has already explained a lot of problems.

The contract he signed with Takasugi, the lesser-known wizard in Merlin's era and his companions—or lover knights, the letter that inexplicably appeared in the Department of Mysteries, the resurrection method that just happened to be recorded...

For a moment, Voldemort seemed to have captured something.

Little Barty's puzzled and anxious voice came from behind: "Lord?"

Startled, Voldemort turned around.

The suspicion that had been restrained to the deepest part of his eyes had completely dissipated at this time, replaced by the condescending and full of momentum that Barty was familiar with: "Have you thought it through?"

Barty Jr. understood it almost instantly, the anxiety on his face was instantly replaced by excitement, and the enthusiasm in his eyes fully vented his feelings: "Yes! Yes! Barty Crouch Jr. voluntarily Dedicated soul and body, lord, please grant your servant such an honorable opportunity!"

As long as his soul can be turned into the price of nourishing the lord's soul, as long as his body can be turned into the lord's body, in this case... Even if the lord can't remember his name and his face in the future, he will never be able to erase him, little Barty The existence of Crouch!

Glorious?

Voldemort sneered, looking at the longing and eager man in front of him, but he was begging to help him at the cost of death.

To be honest, Barty Crouch Jr. is not bad looking, and was born well. Except for a father who is too demanding of him and a mother who spoils him too much, there is nothing around him that pushes him to rebellion factors of the road.

However, this little Barty still joined the Death Eaters and stood in a life-and-death confrontation with his father.

At the beginning, Voldemort just used his rebellion and ambition, but never thought of the role he played in it.

Now that he could clearly see the emotion in Little Barty's eyes, he felt a kind of—how should I put it?It's the feeling of choking after eating overnight dry rice.

Although there were many thoughts in his heart, the young Voldemort just tilted his head slightly, hiding the dissatisfaction and contempt flowing in his eyes, pretending not to hear the crazy words in Little Barty's heart.

Then he said lightly: "Then, let's start."

Everything that happens in the basement will not be known to the outside world.

So Voldemort watched calmly as Barty Jr. cut his aorta open, blood gushed into the potion, and then some misty blue substance burst out of the churning potion and quickly sank into him. body, pulling out some translucent things.

Little Barty must have been in severe pain. His eyeballs protruded, as if they were about to fall out of their sockets. Red veins spread from his face to his neck. He looked terribly horrific. His mouth opened and closed helplessly. , but there was no sound!

That must have been an extreme pain.

However, Voldemort just watched quietly unmoved, and the indifference in his eyes did not change at all.

The entire extraction process lasted for more than ten hours, until the moonlight faded and the magic window penetrated the sun's light.

As more and more translucent substances were extracted, Barty Jr.'s body collapsed as if his internal organs had been sucked out with a pump.Voldemort watched indifferently as his pupils gathered and then diffused, and finally the whole person dispersed like dust.

The "gurgling" sound from the potion gradually diminished. From boiling to calm, the blue-green liquid gradually turned into a colloidal purple-red color. There was a faint smell of blood in the air, but when one smelled it carefully, the blood seemed to be With a little herbal aroma.

It is now!

Voldemort closed his eyes and spoke an obscure and complex incantation.

The potion began to rotate automatically in the jar, moving round and round.If the potion pot was transparent, Voldemort could see that the potion in the pot had been divided into two layers, and the colloidal potion on the top layer was gradually dissolving as the number of rotations increased, turning into the lower layer. pure liquid.

This is bound to be a longer process.

Voldemort kept chanting the incantation for a second, and at the same time, the potion in the jar was continuously tempered.

five hours...

ten hours...

24 hour……

After two full days, the potion in the jar was finally completely refined into a transparent liquid, with brilliance flowing on the surface, and the fragrance of plants and trees in the air became clearer and clearer.

Only then did Voldemort open his eyes, his face pale.Long-term chanting took away a lot of magic power in his body. If it weren't for his own magic power, he would probably be sucked into a piece of soul by this resurrection ceremony.

Realizing this, Voldemort suddenly came back to his senses, recalling his behavior just now.

An inexplicable vigilance rushed to my heart.

The method of resurrection is hard to find, but it doesn't mean that there are only two ways to find it.

Before the safety of this method is fully guaranteed, Voldemort will not take any action-this is Slytherin's instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

However, after he saw the passage of "Moonlight Priest's contract", for some reason, he subconsciously had thoughts such as "this method is safe", "resurrection", and "everything is ready".

...It seemed that somewhere, someone kept repeating to him in his ear.

Something is wrong!

Very wrong!

The young Voldemort's face was a little dark, but the potion in front of him was ready. If he didn't hurry up to the next step—the precious potion that contained three-quarters of the magic power in his body, once it exploded, the diary carrier might not be able to recover. It is inevitable to be destroyed, but to be severely injured.

The young Voldemort cursed secretly, and before he was in a hurry to find out what happened to him just now, the last curse came out of his mouth quickly.

Then leaned over holding the diary carrier and poured it into the potion pot——

Silently, the transparent potion absorbed the boy's body into a magic book.

Next second!The potion in the jar began to boil violently!

The bubbles of "Pu Lu Pu Lu" kept rushing from bottom to top, and the whole jar was shaking, as if it was about to explode!The transparent liquid began to change colors, and various colors of brilliance flowed across the surface of the liquid. The aroma of plants and trees in the air seemed to be sucked away in an instant, and the hazy mist overflowed from the potion!

"Crack-"

With a crisp sound, a long and deep crack opened on the surface of the potion jar.

The restless magic elements and potion liquid suddenly fell silent as if taking this as an opportunity.

All the bubbles floating on the potion disappeared, and the water returned to calm.

After an unknown amount of time, a white and slender hand protruded from the transparent liquid, and suddenly touched the edge of the potion jar.

With a sound of "crash", the entire porcelain jar shattered, and the transparent liquid collapsed like a flood, washing the entire basement floor.

Voldemort, the instigator, was floating all over his body, his jet-black hair docilely fell down, his eyes were as red as blood agate, his nose bridge was high, his lips were perfectly lined, and his figure of more than 1.8 meters was not covered by clothing. The well-textured muscles underneath are clearly visible.

Yes, after undergoing physical remodeling, the young Voldemort has changed back to what he was when he was 23 or [-] years old. The words "love potion" and "charismatic" are not too much for him.

The drenched black diary was lying in the puddle, it had lost its function, and the potion that helped him complete the recasting of the body had exhausted all its magic power at this time, and it was just the most common water.

So Voldemort waved his hand very casually and destroyed them all.

As for the handbook that recorded the resurrection method...

With a wave of Voldemort's hand, a black robe covered his body, and the letter floating in the air fell into his palm at the same time.

Although he has been successfully resurrected now, this letter is too weird.

It's better to take it out and study it first, so as not to cause something that exceeds the budget and is difficult to control.

Thinking this way, Voldemort rushed out of the basement to the living room and toward the study with a half-suppressed joy of "I'm resurrected" and a half-doubt of "I'm actually resurrected".

However, just as he walked to the sofa in the living room——

There was a sudden twist in the air!

The young Voldemort, who had just been revived for less than 10 minutes so that his body was not moving fast enough—was firmly pressed down by Takasugi who fell from the sky.

Of course this is not the point of the question.

The point is, at this moment, he is wearing nothing but a long robe...

The author has something to say: so this is the first update~