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Chapter 372 The Dark Lord's Fear
"Ma'am, please take care. Our store will always provide the best quality products."

The handsome young man showed a perfect smile, and Mrs. Morik, who came to buy, almost couldn't control her obsession - the waiter recently hired by this potion shop was too outstanding in both appearance and hospitality, making it difficult for people not to want to come again next time.

"Well, after you finish this dose of medicine, you can come back next time. It's a bit expensive, but the quality is guaranteed."

She left with some reluctance, but where she couldn't see, the shop owner looked at his new clerk with joy and nodded with satisfaction.

His strength was a little lacking, but it was not a big problem - just based on this face, even if the weekly salary was increased by five Galleons, it would be worth it. Of course, it would be great to be able to maintain the status quo.

After verbally encouraging the other party, he happily turned around and went to the back of the shop, ready to check out the potion workshop - thanks to Merlin, Hogwarts had come up with a new herb growing technology that had pushed down the prices of most potions, making business even better now.

The cheaper the potion, the more people will use it, and his shop will prosper!
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'Another damned idiot.'

Tom Riddle laughed inwardly, but felt no pleasure at all.

He didn't even dare to think deeply about it - because that would affect the fear deep in his heart.

Yes, fear, fear of losing power, losing perception.

He had been resurrected for a full month, but none of his previous plans had been fulfilled - his plans for the future, his conquest of the wizarding world, his escape from the reputation of being defeated, had all been undone about a week ago.

'Damn Mundungus, damn... Voldemort.'

He roughly understood what was happening, but there was nothing he could do.

The resurrection in Azkaban came with serious aftereffects - normally, there are two ways for a Horcrux to cultivate the soul inside it into a complete person.

The first is to control a wizard through deception, inducement, and threats, use the other party as nutrients, absorb the other party's soul and body as nutrients, and then completely construct a body belonging to the protected soul.

The second is to use various potions to maintain and nourish the soul, and then build a physical body for the strong soul through ancient ritual magic.

But his resurrection was different, Mundungus was only affected emotionally by the Horcruxes, and then he was sent to Azkaban - the Dementors began to devour his emotions, and that period of time when he almost lost his emotions became a time for the Horcruxes to grow rapidly, the new emotions after the Dementors' meals and the despair in the prison made his soul stronger, allowing him to be reborn.

He successfully possessed Mundungus and even gained control of the body, to the point where he suppressed Mundungus and completed most of the construction of his new body.

But everything changed a week ago - at that time, when he was about to complete the last step, he briefly lost control of his power.

The power of Mundungus, who was struggling to survive, began to fight back. Although he was quickly suppressed again, a part of the power he was proud of was also forcibly taken away, making him weaker than ever before.

After thinking for a long time, he finally came to the painful conclusion - there was only one person who could influence his control of power, himself.

No, to be precise, it was him who should have died long ago, who was beaten half to death by a little child, Voldemort!

That stupid bastard had some kind of luck that his strength actually began to recover!

It was because that stupid guy began to recover his strength that the power of the Horcrux resurrection was temporarily ineffective! This is the rule of the magic world!

The function of a Horcrux is not to create another self. When the creator shows signs of recovery, even if the Horcrux is touched, the resurrection process cannot be started!
As cruel as the Ministry of Magic's Time-Turner!
As the best graduate of Hogwarts, he used that thing with massive limitations when he was in school!
This frightened him - even changed the people he hated the most. Whether it was Harry, who boasted about defeating him, or Mundungus, who refused to surrender, he didn't feel as disgusted as Voldemort. 'But, it doesn't matter. I can wait. This body is young enough.'

Even though his power was weakened, he could still rely on many things, such as this face that he hated and his amazing foundation in potions.

'Albus Dumbledore, you left a biography, and under your control, Hogwarts invented electric lights and herbal cultivation, but it was also my power, the flourishing of herbs, the making of new potions, and new knowledge.'

He had read that legend - Dumbledore was good at divination, but there was no doubt that he must have wasted his potential with Grindelwald, otherwise, he would not have made such a big mistake when he met him later.

"It doesn't matter. Whether it's potions, transfiguration, or ritual magic, I will restart the ritual and walk the path to resurrection again. At that time, no one can stop me."

He continued to smile, his handsome face twisted, and a name emerged in his mind.

'And him, Voldemort, there is only one person who can use that name, and I will take it back.'

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"You damn Wormtail!"

A face so ugly that it was unbearable to look at was roaring. It was now attached to the back of a snake, and not far away was a creepy corpse, wrinkled like a baby, but its face was so distorted that it would give everyone nightmares that night.

"what?"

Wormtail made a stupid sound, and then the severe pain made him kneel on the ground. He curled up and struggled, tears, saliva, and snot mixed together, covering his dazed face.

"Well…"

He let out a low, baby-like sob.

This made the face, which could not fit in the small space, even more distorted.

He had never seen such stupid subordinates!

But sadly, Voldemort currently only has this less than loyal follower.

Even though it was a lot of messing around, and he even clumsily killed the body he just possessed, but in the end his strength was restored a little.

He could even start the second test of building his body, making himself stronger again and then resurrecting.

If all goes well, he will regain a little mana.

But when he cast his eyes on the slave who had just been punished, he was completely shaken.

The fearless Dark Lord felt the power of fear, and his expectations for the second attempt were not good. If nothing unexpected happened, his resurrected body would probably die again.

"At least, I can still accumulate some strength..."

(End of this chapter)