Hogwarts: I'm the only cultivator here!

Harry and Ron: (￣ー￣)

“We’re straight too, and the whole school knows you like pretty and cute girls.”

So don't try to change the subject.

"Tell me, what were you secretly doing behind our backs? Was that little bag meant to prank Malfoy's father?"

"You actually did this secretly without telling us, without taking us along!"

Ye Feng: (￣┏Д┓￣°*)

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With a slight sigh, Ye Feng finally spoke, "The bag I just threw in contained a fragment of Voldemort's soul."

Ron, Harry: ...

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"Run!"

Upon hearing Ye Feng's words, Harry and Ron, who were already walking very fast while supporting Ye Feng, remained silent for a second before suddenly taking off running at a speed that made Ye Feng a little embarrassed.

It's no wonder they ran so fast, after all, that was Voldemort's split soul, in a sense it was Voldemort himself.

Although they were no longer afraid of Voldemort—after all, they had killed several similar split souls—that thing was thrown out by Ye Feng!

Ordinary Voldemort split souls, or even the real resurrected Voldemort, might not be a threat, but Voldemort split souls created by Ye Fengshou are a different story.

Who knows what that thing will become after passing through Ye Feng's hands? After all, Ye Feng is a ruthless person who can even tinker with mechs and Old Ones.

So when they realized that the thing was Voldemort, which Ye Feng had previously possessed, Harry and Ron immediately started running away, because they were worried that if they ran too late, Malfoy's father, Lucius, would splatter blood all over their faces.

Of course, besides that, they were also afraid of getting involved in this matter and ending up taking the blame for Ye Feng, suffering the punishment along with him. As for worrying about Lucius's safety, they weren't concerned about that at all.

Although Ye Feng could conjure up many things that seemed terrifying and were actually terrifying, there had never been any accidents, and no one had ever been injured or killed as a result; at most, they would just be startled.

Therefore, Harry and Ron were not worried about Lucius's safety; on the contrary, they were more worried about their own safety. After all, Lucius was at most startled, but if they didn't run fast, they would die!

Even Headmaster Dumbledore probably doesn't know how thick the Hogwarts rules are right now, so if someone gets caught on the spot and punished by copying the rules, it could really kill them!

However, they were clearly overthinking it, because Ye Feng wasn't planning a prank; he simply wanted to put some pressure on Old Fu of this world, so…

So after Ye Feng finished studying Voldemort's split soul from another world, he slightly modified 'Yi Xia', stuffed 'Yi Dian's' contents into his split soul, and even left him a small vial of Harry's blood.

"Old Voldemort of this world, if you don't work harder, this world will be 'ruled' by your brothers from another world." Muttering to himself, Ye Feng was helped back to his dormitory door by Harry and the others.

Chapter 295 Thinking Too Much

Ah, it's another beautiful new day!

In the early morning, Ye Feng opened the window and breathed in the slightly cool air. He watched as the sun, which had just begun to peek out, shimmered with purple light, and streams of purple energy, invisible to the naked eye, were drawn in.

"Ding~ Congratulations to the host for successfully consuming the purple qi daily. You have received a reward: a wisp of immortal qi."

"Apart~"

After swallowing the purple qi, Ye Feng let out a long breath and then burped.

"All done, time to wake up my dear classmates." Muttering to himself, Ye Feng pulled out a megaphone, hummed a light hum as he walked out.

"Dong dong dong..."

"It's still so early in the morning, who could it be?"

A knock sounded at the door, waking the student inside. Still sleepy, the student reluctantly got up and looked at the door to ask what was wrong.

"At your age, the sun's already high in the sky, how can you sleep? Get up and do your morning exercises!"

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"Ye Feng! Are you crazy for not sleeping this early in the morning?!"

Ye Feng: (?*?*?)

Listening to the vibrant voices inside, Ye Feng left with his hands behind his back, satisfied, leaving only the energetic and spirited voices behind him.

"Hey, hey, the Dire Wolf is a wolf-carrying wolf... cough cough, I got it wrong, Wild Wave is an attitude. The Wild Wolf is in its ups and downs, Wild Wave, Wild Wave..."

"Who's singing outside so early in the morning? You should be sleeping, there are plenty of people sleeping outside!"

"Stop sleeping! Get up and party! If you don't have fun while you're young, you won't be able to party when you're old!"

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

Ye Feng didn't hear what was said after that, because he had already gone to the next dormitory. Today, Ye Feng's voice rang throughout Hogwarts through a loudspeaker.

Of course, although he meant well by waking up his classmates because he was worried they would be late, not everyone appreciated it, so naturally Ye Feng wasn't there for breakfast today.

Because of Ye Feng's disruption, no one noticed in the morning that Malfoy's father, Lucius, was also absent, not even his son, Malfoy.

At this moment, Lucius, who had completely sealed the door with N spells and N talismans, was deeply conflicted as he looked at the 'black mist' in front of him.

Can you imagine what it would feel like to wake up in the morning and find a person without a nose staring at you?

This morning, Lucius experienced it firsthand; it was a feeling of... being scared out of his wits and feeling a sudden chill run through his body.

After the initial shock came terror, utter terror, because Lucius wasn't entirely loyal to Voldemort; he had his own selfish motives. And if Voldemort discovered his motives, given Voldemort's character, his entire family would surely perish.

But in his panic, Lucius quickly realized something else: the Voldemort before him was not flesh and blood; he was merely a cloud of black mist, only his face was solid enough to be seen.

Upon realizing this, a glimmer of hope instantly appeared in Lucius's heart.

He wasn't even confident of defeating Voldemort who had already been resurrected, let alone killing him. But if Voldemort was not fully resurrected and was only in Horcrux form, then he could try to see what it meant to 'devour its master'.

Just as Lucius was nervously deciding whether to take a gamble, he discovered something else.

Although Voldemort was staring at him intently, his eyes were slightly vacant, as if... as if he had gone mad.

"Wait, I'm dumbfounded..."

As Lucius thought about this, his mind raced, and one 'rebellious' idea after another popped into his head, making his eyes shine brighter and brighter.

"If I can control this Horcrux before it comes back to life, wouldn't that mean I'll become Voldemort's master in the future?"

"Wait, no, this one is also Voldemort, but the other Voldemort gained power from that mysterious book and his strength increased dramatically. He already has power that surpasses his previous strength even before he was truly resurrected. If he is resurrected, his strength will definitely be even greater."

"This Voldemort doesn't seem nearly as strong as the other one, and he's even gone mad. Even if I resurrect him and successfully control him, he definitely won't be as strong as the other one. And once the other Voldemort finds out I've controlled this Voldemort..."

Thinking of this, Lucius couldn't help but shudder violently.

"No, that guy is too terrifying. I have no chance against a resurrected Voldemort on my own, unless I add Ye Feng's stuff."

As he murmured, Lucius saw something floating beside Voldemort II.

"These are..."

The moment Lucius saw those things, his pupils contracted sharply, and when he thought about what they might be, his breathing became heavy.

"If it's true... then I'm rich!" Lucius muttered to himself, his trembling hand reaching out to grasp the thin book with no words on the cover.

"Gulu~"

A minute later, Lucius, trembling, carefully tucked the thin 'book' with only about ten pages into his bosom and placed it close to his body. After gently patting it to make sure there were no problems, he looked at the other things.

It was at this moment that Lucius noticed the porcelain bottle, which was a little distance away from Voldemort.

“A porcelain vase, this couldn’t be…” Lucius swallowed hard as he considered a possibility.

To understand Ye Feng, Lucius had read many Chinese martial arts novels. Now that he had the manual and a porcelain bottle, he could already imagine what would happen next.

"Could it be that I'm the protagonist?"

With this thought in mind, Lucius grabbed the porcelain bottle and quickly opened it, but he was disappointed the next second because the bottle did not contain the precious pills he had imagined, but rather most of it was filled with blood.

"No, the fact that it was put in a porcelain bottle and placed next to that book means it's definitely not ordinary blood. It might be... the blood of some kind of mythical beast."

"So, how exactly do you use this? Do you drink it, apply it to your body, or... cut a wound and inject it into your body?"

Looking at the half-full glass of blood in front of him, he was already lost in a world of fantasy and began to have all sorts of fantasies, but the truth was that it was just a bottle of ordinary blood.

Of course, although it is just a bottle of ordinary blood, it is not ordinary to some people, because it is something that someone needs to use to be resurrected.

Therefore, Lucius wasn't entirely wrong; this thing was indeed precious, but its preciousness only applied to a specific person, not everyone.

However, Lucius soon stopped thinking about it, because just as he was pondering how to use it, and even considering whether to get some out to try, the previously dazed Voldemort II suddenly moved.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the porcelain bottle that Lucius had been holding disappeared. When Lucius came to his senses, he found that the bottle he valued so much, containing more than half a bottle of blood, had been swallowed by Voldemort II.

At this moment, the bottle of blood that had already been opened was releasing wisps of red blood energy, which was being absorbed by Voldemort II. After absorbing that blood energy, Voldemort II's soul body slowly became more solid.

"How...how could this be? Could it be...that these things weren't prepared for me?" Lucius murmured, noticing the small bag on the ground.

The moment Lucius saw the small bag, a look of realization dawned on his face.

"So, this was your plan all along?"

"Since it's your scheme, then even becoming a pawn isn't something we can't give a try..."

Chapter 296: Turning the tables

Some things are meant to be yours, and what isn't yours, if you try to force it, will only lead to delusion.

The vial of Harry's blood was specially prepared by Ye Feng for Voldemort II, while the book was prepared for Lucius, because he was afraid that Lucius would not dare to bring Voldemort II back, or that he would be killed by Voldemort I before he could develop the character.

Although Lucius might not be able to learn this secret manual, and even if he did, he might not be stronger than Voldemort, it was still better than nothing. So Ye Feng still gave Lucius a reward.

It was precisely because of this that, after reading the manual and understanding just how precious it was, Lucius still jumped in, even though he knew it was very likely a trap set by Ye Feng or Dumbledore.

Of course, more importantly, he knew that Voldemort no longer trusted him.

When a person is no longer trusted by their "leader," and that leader holds the power of life and death over them, their life or death depends entirely on the leader's mood.

Lucius disliked the feeling of having his life constantly in someone else's hands, so even though he knew it was a trap, he still jumped in.

Because while this is a trap, it's also a chance for him to completely break free from Voldemort's control. Even more daringly, he could potentially turn the tables and become Voldemort's master.

Therefore, after thinking for only a short while, Lucius bit his finger, flicked it, and put a drop of blood on Voldemort II.

The moment the drop of blood landed on Voldemort II, the ethereal black mist surrounding Voldemort II solidified considerably, and the blood in the porcelain bottle it had devoured visibly transformed into red mist and was absorbed by it.

About a minute later, the entire bottle of blood was absorbed by Voldemort II, and even the porcelain bottle turned into white mist and was absorbed by him.