Chapter 474 Tom and Voldemort
‘Here we go again, here we go again! ’
Tom leaned on the wall, closed his eyes, and tried to fight the weakness that emerged.
His handsome face suddenly became pale, causing the witch who patronized the store and surrounded him.
"What's wrong with you, Tom?"
"It's okay?"
"Oh, do you want to be tight, there is vibrant potion here."
The messy potion was stuffed and then poured in. During the period, several witch looked at each other -(30) old witch in their forties, what do you do around Tom! Intersection Intersection
The boss not far away is happy to see the result - the medicine he feeds is sold by himself anyway, so in theory it should be very safe.
Of course, if someone is mixed in the obsession, or something ...
It's not impossible.
He is a good boss and will not interfere in the personal lives of his employees - if Tom can sell some supplements, he will not be unable to give a commission.
But it seems that these witch did not do that, but I just fed some potions and saw that Tom's face was normally did not do more.
What made him even more regretful was that they actually started to accuse him of not being considerate of his employees and treating Tom too harshly.
Merlin's socks!
They were the ones who hoped to see people every time they came over, and they were the ones who accused Tom of making his shift too long. If the other party hadn't been a big customer, he would have gotten angry.
"In that case, Tom, just go back and rest. I'll just keep an eye on the store. Don't worry, two days of vacation is enough. It's a paid one."
He gritted his teeth and squeezed with a smile and said kindly, and left his header to leave.
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'What the hell has he done? ’
Tom covered his head with his hands, and now he can feel his weakness -if he did not take the potion to condition himself during this time, he suspected that he would directly collapse in front of that wave of damn and lost his body.
After finally reaching the rented house, he collapsed directly behind the door, struggled to crawl into the room, and weakly tapped the wand several times to get the potion.
‘I do n’t continue to become a humble and weak soul fragment, lying in the damn small box, I do n’t know anything! ‘
With hatred, he drank the dangerous potion in one gulp.
The handsome face began to distort, and shrill screams continued to come from his mouth. The box around his neck that was originally used to place the soul emitted a faint green light, holding on to his last life, not to let this world composed of resentment and Menton The body collapsed.
After a long time, he finally weakly moved his fingers and let out a long breath.
‘Survive. ‘
He raised his arm, but it was difficult.
After about a minute, he finally saw his pale and thin hand.
"Voldemort, I am still alive, so what if you are resurrected? I will kill you and take that name back!"
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"Master, hey, master."
Wormtail drooled and looked at the baby-sized being boiling in the pot. The silver thread stretched out and even dripped into the crucible.
Voldemort looked at it suspiciously, but said nothing, but just worked hard to prevent saliva from falling on the body that he had just condensed.
He has worked hard to think about what there is in the potion before -the potion that can condense the body is a good potion.
He suffered too much injuries in Hogwarts. If it wasn't for Hogwarts, there was an upsider in Hogwarts, he suspected that he would stay over there by Dumbledore forever. Even if he escaped, he lying in a grudge for a long time -if it hadn't appeared, he couldn't condense a simple body.
It's a pity that this cowardly guy is acting foolishly and often doing wrong things, and he can't change them even under his command and coercion.
‘Was this kissed by a dementor? Why are you so stupid? ’
"Hey, owner ..."
The worm tail exploded his head, and a silver silk thread began to dangle in the mid -air with his movements, and the Voldemort drifting towards the body just condensed in his body.
"You stop me ..."
Voldemort was stopped -but not because it stopped, but that the stuff came over.
But fortunately, he regained a little strength - the crucible floated and slowly fell to the ground.
"Well? Will fly, the master will fly!"
The worm tail stretched out his hand stupidly and pointed to the cricket, and the whole person showed a naive smile -as if he had changed his face with the guy in front of the baby in front of him. People, the poor state is like a three -year -old baby.
There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!
"You shut me up, the worm tail! Now, immediately, immediately, give me out to cheat a wizard!"
Voldemort's red eyes stared at Wormtail, but stopped immediately after speaking.
Just like this -even if you go out to abduct people, it is successful without being abducted.
Moreover, he didn't believe that Dumbledore, the guy who would ambush people in school, was not keeping an eye on this place. If Dumbledore came to the door, it would be the end of the world.
The most important thing is that although having a body allows you to accumulate strength, it also means that you have to eat - without Wormtail, he would probably starve to death here and turn into that ghost-like thing again.
‘But if the worm tail cooks ...’
Voldemort worked hard not to make himself think about it, but there was a second silver silk thread in the corner of the worm tail ...
"Take me out, forget it, you stand well, don't move."
Voldemort raised his little ridiculous hand. The two tree vines appeared behind the back of the worm tail, then flew up and tied to it.
Holding him up should save a lot of energy and be more conducive to recovery, but Voldemort thought about it and gave up on this energy-saving method.
"Take a walk in the forest and see if any wizards break in."
Voldemort warned - as long as there is a glimmer of hope, he hopes to control a wizard who can cook.
He even missed Hicorpy.
Although he did not like that college, he had to admit that the wizard cooking skills they graduated were really better -and because of the reasons for putting energy on food magic, they were more controlled.
But now I just have to let it go.
If he couldn't find it in three hours, he would have to ask Wormtail to start cooking - his body was too fragile and he had to eat regularly.
'That Nagini guy, it would be great if she could recover, but it's a pity that she can't...'
Voldemort shook his head and had no intention of calling his viper friend.
Anyone who can still cause sympathy at the tail of the worm, the snake appears, how can the strange wizard control it!
‘Hope to have good luck -no, there must be good luck! ‘
He stretched out his head, stuck out of the crucible, looked at the surrounding trees and the sunlight that barely leaked out, "Let's go, Wormtail!"
(End of this chapter)