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Chapter 557 Tom and Bertha

"It's really a gratifying death..."

Tom looked pale, but he felt warm all over.

Ever since Voldemort started to grow stronger, the feeling of losing strength little by little, his body weakening little by little, to the point where he is now no longer as strong as he was when he graduated, has finally left him forever.

He could feel himself getting stronger little by little, both in soul and body.

"Voldemort, you died well!"

Tom admired sincerely, without stopping the wand in his hand - he had the memory of the creation of the Horcrux, and he also knew that Voldemort would be spared from direct death under the protection of the Horcrux.

"But it doesn't matter, I need it too, my friend," he smiled and took out a golden chain from his pocket, along with the chain was a small locket with the Slytherin logo printed on it.

"It's your turn to go in now!"

Tom chanted the spell with a hint of willfulness in his tone.

The experience of existing memory did not feel strange to him at all. Voldemort, who tried to escape, did not even have the chance to speak before he was violently stuffed into the locket and then sealed with the spell to create a Horcrux.

Layer upon layer of powerful black magic soon followed, and finally a brand new Horcrux appeared in front of Tom.

"I will keep you safe, Voldemort, but I will not die this time because Tom is the best wizard."

He smiled and put the locket around his neck - the other Horcruxes were fine, but this one would never escape his sight.

"Then let me see what rich legacy my other self has left me."

He walked over lightly, glanced at Wormtail with his messy hair and beard, and then looked at Bertha who had fainted over there.

"I don't think she's very smart... But her loyalty is unquestionable. This is a great treasure. Ah, I almost forgot, there's you too..."

Tom turned his head and looked at the big snake that was quietly swimming over and trying to attack him. "Your name is, um, right, Nagini?"

"This is not good, it's too bad. I am a proper wizard, at least before I master the real power. Snakes and the like will affect my image. You'd better hide in the dust with Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets..."

With a wave of her wand, Nagini floated into the air.

It began to struggle desperately, but with the second wave of the wand, a red flame mixed with yellow burned up, and amid Nagini's hissing screams, the entire snake was burned to ashes.

As the night wind blew, white dust mixed into the snow, leaving no trace.

"Good, and this Muggle... and these messed up rituals."

The Fiendfyre was ignited once more, and soon wiped out all traces of the evil - now, the only ones left were two loyal Death Eaters.

'That fool doesn't need to be deceived, but this one will take some time.'

He began to use Legilimency, preparing to weave a lie.

……

"Bertha?"

Bertha heard a gentle male voice in her ear.

She was surprised, but another extremely important thing quickly emerged in her mind.

The Dark Lord is still in danger!
She almost instantly reached for her wand and tried to stand up - but unfortunately, because she used too much force, she lost her balance again after finally standing up and fell heavily into the snow.

"Lord Dark Lord!"

"I'm here, Bertha."

The gentle male voice sounded again, and Bertha looked up, and then a puzzled look appeared on her face. "Am I still dreaming?"

'Damn it, I should wake up soon!'

But she really didn't have the courage to be cruel to herself, and she had to admit that the boy she just saw perfectly fit all her fantasies.

Even Lockhart can't compare to the boy just now!
He looks like a recent graduate, but he is almost as handsome as Professor Black at Hogwarts!

She was even a little afraid to look up, but the madman lying in the snow that she caught a glimpse of out of the corner of her eye suddenly gave her a bold guess.

It can't be true, right?
"Bertha, you should wake up. We still have a lot of important things to do."

The pleasant sound rang out again, and Bertha finally made up her mind, and she gave her legs a hard blow - it hurt, but it was great!
"My Lord the Dark Lord?"

She called out tentatively.

"Of course I am. Thank you very much for your efforts, Bertha. Now I am back again."

The pleasant voice sounded again, and Bertha looked up - yes, everything just now was not a dream, this dazzling boy who seemed to be the focus of everyone was the Dark Lord who responded to her!

"Lord Dark Lord, how did you become..."

"Some mistakes in the resurrection spell. After all, there was something wrong with the ritual. Fortunately, everything was saved. Bertha, wake up Wormtail. We have more important things to do."

Tom said very confidently that he needed help, and the Death Eaters whose loyalty had been proven were undoubtedly the best helpers.

"Something more important?"

"Of course, we need to find a secluded place to recover our strength, help you heal the aftereffects of the spell, and help Wormtail return to normal."

A smile appeared on Tom's face - this weapon was very useful.

Of course that madman Wormtail had to be saved, especially that hand, but unfortunately his Transfiguration skills were so poor now that he couldn't create a living arm out of thin air without magical transformation.

But it doesn’t matter, the more difficult it is, the more he values ​​it.

Before he truly mastered the power, Wormtail and Bertha were his greatest helpers.

"Aren't we gathering the other Death Eaters?"

"Of course not, they have not proven their loyalty, and besides, we need some time, which means we must move to a safe place, Bertha."

Tom explained patiently - even though the man in front of him was a fool, he would not make the mistake of looking down on him.

"Somewhere safe?"

"Yes, a place full of scammers and thieves, an isolated island overseas. I have thought about this issue before. Even if there are any problems there, no one will pay attention to it. Moreover, it is really a chosen place. It preserves a lot of original information."

"I don't know, Lord Dark Lord."

Bertha shook her head—it was all too profound for her.

"You just need to follow my steps. The revolution of the entire Muggle world starts from there. I can't wait any longer, Bertha. Let's go. We are going to that prison, the Muggle Azkaban."

Tom waved his wand and Wormtail woke up from the spell, "And you, Wormtail, follow me."

"Yes Yes…"

Wormtail was frightened for a moment, but after hesitating, he gave up running away and responded tremblingly.

(End of this chapter)