Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 275 I'll Remember You

A clump of indescribable flesh hissed in a cloud of steam and crashed to the ground.

It was like a bloody tumor, growing at an alarming rate, with countless bone spurs protruding from between the chunks of flesh, and blood splattering, staining the surrounding ground red.

From the flesh and blood, limbs, organs, eyes, ears, wolf heads, tails, and fur continuously sprouted; sometimes there were also swollen chests and slender legs, but most of them were shapeless blood, flesh, and bones...

"You, what have you done..." A mouth that had grown onto the top of that fleshy mountain screamed in agony, roaring, "You did..."

But soon, a wolf's leg emerged from that mouth, tearing it apart and interrupting the words that followed.

Murphy watched the ever-expanding mountain of flesh from a distance, slightly surprised. It seemed that the elixir of immortality could indeed provide a great deal of magic power; this mountain of flesh was much larger than when he had drunk the White Dew Promoter.

"I'm going to kill you!"

The mountain of flesh roared angrily, seemingly aware that Murphy was the culprit. Several limbs twisted and dragged its massive body, trying to get closer to Murphy.

Murphy glanced at the sky as he retreated. Having observed the surroundings sufficiently, and with his preparations largely complete, he stopped at a tombstone. "How does it feel to have a physical body, Voldemort?"

"Murphy!"

The mountain of flesh roared, and a huge bone spike suddenly emerged from it, piercing towards him like a spear.

But Murphy didn't dodge or avoid it; instead, he simply snapped his fingers.

The weather changed dramatically, green lightning flashed in the sky, and a green beam of light, as thick as a person could hug, descended from the sky and struck the mountain of flesh.

"ah!!!!"

It was as if dozens of mouths were screaming at the same time. The green death energy seemed to instantly flood all its haphazardly distributed limbs, organs, blood vessels and nerves, causing the mountain of flesh to tremble and convulse violently, and the white bone spears it was thrusting out also stopped.

The roars and cries of the mountain of flesh lasted for nearly ten seconds.

The bone spear stopped in front of Murphy, its tip twisted, growing into a pale, snake-like face.

He—or rather, "she"—opened his eyes before Murphy, those blood-red eyes fixed on her. "Murphy Darkholm…I…remember…you…"

The next instant, the face collapsed, the flesh began to dissolve, and the entire huge mountain of flesh seemed to be poured with strong acid and quickly melted away, turning into a pool of thick blood in no time.

Murphy covered his nose, burned the blood away with a fire, and then went to Quirrell and lifted the petrification spell from his body.

"Murphy, what are you doing here?" Quirrell was deathly pale. Voldemort had just left him, and he was on the verge of death.

Murphy ignored him. Voldemort would definitely be eager to resurrect after obtaining the elixir of immortality. He also knew from Tom that the so-called resurrection potion was actually similar to the potion in the original story. Naturally, he would choose this place where his father was buried to be resurrected.

He found the remaining elixir of immortality on Quirrell—only five bottles were left.

Murphy sighed, first using Legilimency to read Quirrell's memories, finding his memories of helping Voldemort make the Resurrection Potion, thus confirming the Resurrection Potion's recipe.

Then, after searching through his previous memories, Quirrell discovered that after learning that Dumbledore had left the school, he had secretly sneaked into Dumbledore's office and found the letters between him and Nicolas Flamel, thus learning Flamel's address.

This is why he didn't grab the magic stone immediately.

Having understood all this, Murphy cast a Stunning Spell on Quirrell, knocking him unconscious.

Then he set up a large pot himself, and when the water in the pot boiled, he threw in the ingredients one by one in the order of the potion of resurrection. Then he took a bone from old Tom Riddle, cut off half of Quirrell's arm, and finally Apparated back to the Three Broomsticks' box, brought Harry and Tom over, and dripped Harry's blood into the pot.

The cauldron was boiling; it was time to throw in the resurrected being's true form. Murphy looked at Tom's mangled body and, in a flash, removed the seed of the soul that connected his body and soul from his body, leaving only the part in his spirit.

"Although you didn't bring me the real Philosopher's Stone, that's not your fault. Now is the time to resurrect you as promised."

The modified Tom Riddle possesses both outstanding personal abilities and a strong will. Murphy is currently lacking such talent, and it would be a waste to scrap him.

It's such a waste to slaughter a vicious dog after raising it to be docile; let it continue to generate some residual value first.

With that in mind, he used the Seed of the Mind to control Tom's spirit and threw it into the pot. Finally, he poured in the elixir of immortality, and after thinking for a moment, he added a bottle of sex-changing potion.

A moment later, in the misty steam, the body of a young girl stood up.

"Tom," Murphy called out.

The girl opened her eyes in confusion, and after a while, she finally recognized Murphy. "Murphy, Professor."

Am I... dead?

As she spoke, she realized that her voice sounded a little off.

Great, it can recognize itself and its attitude seems normal, so there shouldn't be too much of a problem with its resurrection.

"What do you think?" Murphy asked.

"I feel..." Tom started to speak but immediately sensed something was wrong. Looking down, he realized he seemed to have a girl's body. "What's wrong with me, Professor Murphy? What happened to me?"

"It's a long story, but in short, I found a way to bring you back to life. Do you feel any discomfort in your body?"

"I'm back to life?" Tom exclaimed in surprise, touching his face. He could feel the delicate texture, and his senses seemed to have become much more acute, as if he had always been touching the world with gloves on, and now he could finally take them off.

"I feel... great! Unbelievably great..."

Murphy nodded. "Do you remember who you are?"

"I am……"

In an instant, several answers flooded her mind. She opened her mouth, but said, "I am Tom Riddle, I am Voldemort, I am Lucas Brettson, I am Lucas Tom Brettson... but I am not any of them... I... I don't know..."

Murphy nodded. "In that case, let's start over. Tom, Lucas, what do you prefer to call yourself?"

The girl thought for a moment, "Lucas. I'm willing to call myself Lucas."

The name Tom represents her past, but Lucas represents her expectations for her future.

She inherited some of Lucas Brettson's will; she wanted to be that ray of light, to be the child of light who shines in the darkness of despair and brings hope to others.

"In that case, you shall be called Lucas from now on."

"Now, Lucas, I'll take you to a safe place to rest. Your teacher has some other things to do."

After saying that, Murphy waved his hand, hypnotized Lucas, and then took her to the magic research institute, handing her over to Laura. He then took Harry and "Tom's body" back to the three brooms, cast a petrification spell on Quirrell, and took him to Nicolas Flamel's house.

During that year, thinking it was better to avoid trouble, he played a game of chess with Dumbledore for the sake of a life-saving Philosopher's Stone, without even going too far in twisting Dumbledore's script.

But just as the game was over, you revealed your hand and said, "Sorry, this bet was fake. My opponent in this game wasn't you. Even if you won, you couldn't take my magic stone."

Murphy couldn't swallow this insult.

We can't just let it go like this.

He brought Quirrell before Nicolas Flamel. "I've killed Voldemort, I've captured the intruder, and I've avenged your wife. Don't you feel even a little bit grateful?"

(End of this chapter)