bacchusnovels Chapter 427 Voldemort's Resurrection Ritual
Chapter 427 Voldemort's Resurrection Ritual
Chapter 427 Voldemort's Resurrection Ritual
night.
Sean Phillips' office.
Thump thump thump one—
A soft knock on the door broke the silence of the room.
"Come in." Sean waved casually, his gaze still fixed on the book "Darkest Magic" in front of him.
To be honest, the contents of this book gave him a lot of inspiration.
He found much of the information about black magic in it to be very new.
For example, regarding the definition of a curse, a door was slowly pushed open, and Krum stood at the door with a somewhat complicated expression. After hesitating for a moment, he took a deep breath and walked in.
"Professor..." he said somewhat nervously in a low voice, "Do you have time?"
Sean looked up, closed his book, and calmly looked at Krum. "Of course, Krum, sit down."
Krum nodded, walked to the chair in front of the desk and sat down, but seemed a little awkward.
"So," Sean spoke first, "have you thought things through regarding yesterday's events?"
Krum hesitated for a moment, then looked up, his eyes filled with confusion. "Professor, that's why I came here. I... I'm a little confused and don't know how to handle some things."
Sean raised an eyebrow, signaling Krum to continue.
Krum took a deep breath and slowly began to speak, "It's about Eileen... and Selena."
Upon hearing the name "Eileen" appear in the center of the conversation, Sean feigned surprise, "Oh? Eileen and Selena? It seems your confusion is quite complicated."
Krum gave a wry smile, his hands clasped tightly together. "Professor, it's like this... Today... while working together in the level, Eileen and I experienced something... unusual. She was almost swallowed by the lake, and I... to save her, I had to..."
He paused, a clear look of embarrassment on his face, and lowered his voice even further: "I had to give her CPR."
Sean raised an eyebrow slightly, tapped his fingers lightly on the table, and said with a hint of smugness, "Oh, that must have been... a memorable moment, right?"
Krum's face flushed red, and he quickly shook his head. "No, that's not it! I just... just wanted to save her. I never thought something like this would happen."
Sean leaned back in his chair and asked meaningfully, "But it did happen, didn't it? So... what's puzzling you now?"
Krum gritted his teeth and said anxiously, "I don't know how I feel about Eileen. I originally thought I liked Selena... but now I realize that maybe my feelings are not as simple as I thought."
Sean nodded, his tone slightly guiding: "So, what about Eileen? What do you think her attitude towards you is?"
Krum thought for a moment, then said with some complicated feelings, "Eileen... she's very gentle and brave. She tried her best to help me during today's challenge, and we worked together very well. And... I could feel that she really cares about me."
"Then why don't you and Eileen try it first?" Sean suddenly suggested.
Krum was taken aback. Before he could say anything, Sean continued, "Perhaps, the person you've been longing for has never been a person at all."
It's not about love, it's about having someone to accompany you, care for you, and stand by your side when you need support the most.
Krum paused, lowered his head in thought for a while, and then his brow gradually relaxed.
He slowly raised his head, and said hesitantly, "Professor, are you saying... that I only developed those feelings for Selena because I was lonely?"
Sean shook his head, denying it, "It's not loneliness, it's a pursuit. Selena has the qualities you admire—her intelligence..."
Calm and confident. These people make you feel like they're a shining star, attracting you. But this feeling is more like longing than love.
"Love," Sean paused, a slight smile playing on his lips, "is about equal treatment, about the warmth felt through mutual support. Isn't your experience with Eileen today the best example of that?"
Krum seemed to remember something, his cheeks suddenly turning unusually flushed, and he murmured to himself, "Eileen... she really is special."
"So," Sean said lightly, "why not try spending more time with her? You yourself said she cares about you. Perhaps she's the one who can be there for you and understand you. Besides, it's always good to try dating more people. Only through dating will you know what suits you and what you want."
Krum fell silent, his mind replaying the moments he had spent with Eileen that day.
When he looked up again, his eyes held a hint of understanding. "You're right. I should give myself a chance. I'll try to get along with her and see if this is what I really want."
Sean nodded in satisfaction. "Very good, this is the kind of growth I wanted to see. Relationships are never formed overnight; they need time to develop and be tested. Don't be afraid to try, and don't be afraid to fail; these are all part of growth."
Krum nodded, stood up, and bowed to Sean. "Thank you, Professor. Your advice has been very helpful to me."
Sean waved and said with a smile, "Go on, Krum. Remember, relationships are built through actions, not just imagination."
Krum nodded and turned to leave the office.
Just as he was about to step out the door, he turned back, and under Sean's gaze, found a small booklet in his robe and solemnly handed it to Sean.
"Professor, this... is some of my training notes on Quidditch over the past few years, as well as some of my personal thoughts and insights."
I know it might not have much value to you, but for me, it's all the experience I've accumulated.
Sean paused for a moment, took the booklet, and turned a page.
It was covered with dense text and hand-drawn diagrams, the details of which were astonishing.
From improvements to basic flight attitude to tactical adjustments in different environments, and even adaptability analysis of different broom models,
These notes clearly took Krum countless hours and a great deal of effort.
"This...you organized it?" Sean's gaze shifted from the notebook to Krum's face, his tone carrying a hint of admiration.
Krum nodded vigorously: "Yes, Professor, this is my complete understanding of Quidditch, and the result of my continuous thinking and improvement since becoming a professional player. I am very grateful for your guidance today, which has made me realize the direction of my growth, so... I hope to express my gratitude in this way."
Sean looked at the booklet in his hand, pondered for a moment, and then smiled with satisfaction: "Krum, you know what? I often tell students at Hogwarts that true growth is not about how much you learn, but about being able to put what you've learned into practice, and even come up with new insights."
He gently closed the booklet, paused for a moment, and continued to praise, "This notebook is not only your experience, but also your pride."
It is more sincere and meaningful than any other form of thanks. I accept it.
A smile appeared on Krum's face, as if a great weight had finally been lifted from his heart: "Professor, it is my honor to be able to help you or to make you feel that something is meaningful."
Sean stood up and placed the notebook on the table.
"However, I must also remind you that as a Quidditch player, your health is the most important thing. Don't ruin your future because of love. I hope you can maintain your best condition and compete in Quidditch. In the future, you will learn more and more complex things. When that time comes, I hope you can write an even thicker book—of course, don't forget to bring it over for me to see."
Krum paused for a moment, then smiled: "Professor, I'll remember that."
Krum left the office, his steps much lighter, his figure gradually disappearing at the end of the corridor, while Sean stood there.
His gaze fell upon the system panel that appeared before him.
Special Mission (Akiharu)
[Resolve Krum's doubts, deliver the quest item to Cho Chang, and invite her to spend a wonderful evening during the Quidditch World Cup.]
Task completion progress: 0%
[Task Reward: Unknown]
[Note: Task rewards change as the task progresses, and the task progress changes based on the intimate actions between the two characters.]
The next day.
Sean watched as Krum and Eileen's relationship quickly blossomed.
To help solidify their relationship, he deliberately created many opportunities for them, artificially creating a suspension bridge effect.
After training that day, Krum will return to training with the Bulgarian Quidditch national team.
At the same time, Sean also left Durmstrang.
Little Hangleton, England.
A desolate night enveloped the Little Hangleton cemetery, and a chilling, eerie atmosphere permeated the deathly silence.
The faint moonlight shone on the dilapidated tombstone, casting a crooked shadow.
The rotting branches creaked and groaned in the cold wind, creating an inexplicable sense of oppression in the scene.
In a thicket of bushes, two people stood silently, gazing at a distant grave.
In the center of the grave, a thin, pale figure was curled up in a huge iron pot, looking like an ugly, deformed baby.
Without a doubt, who he is.
"The day before yesterday, that guy Graybuck asked me where I was."
"At this crucial moment, I ignored him."
"Greybuck, that wolf... is nothing but an opportunist. His loyalty is based on self-interest, not faith. He wants to come to me simply because he fears me but also wants the strength I'll give him after I start over."
"To be honest, I have always looked down on such a despicable species."
"However, in order for more people to understand my return, I have no choice but to forgive his crimes."
"If I can forgive and reward someone as fickle as Graybuck... then what about someone as loyal to me as you?"
Having said that, Voldemort turned his head, his scarlet eyes staring straight at Peter Pedirou, as if piercing his soul.
The gaze held a chilling allure that sent a shiver down Peter's spine.
"Peter," Voldemort's voice was hoarse, "you have always been loyal to me, and never wavered."
"Even in my absence, you betrayed your friends to stay by their side and prepare to hand over their secrets to me. Such loyalty is priceless, and I will never let my followers give in vain."
"Only you are here with me during this special time. Someone like Graybury has no right to witness my resurrection!"
Peter nodded hastily, bowed, and said in a fawning voice, "Yes, sir! I have always served you and prepared for your great revival. I have never thought of betraying you; you are my only master!"
Hearing Peter's words, Voldemort's lips curled into a cold smile: "Very well, Peter. I will not ignore your loyalty. Do you know? When I fully recover my power and return to my peak, your position will be far above those wavering followers. You will no longer be the 'traitor' they speak of, but a noble servant standing by my side."
"Imagine what you would be like if I controlled the entire magical world?"
"You will no longer be that cowardly person who was ridiculed, but one of the most important people in the magical world. Those who once looked down on you and insulted you will all grovel at your feet and beg for your mercy."
Peter's breathing quickened, and a fanatical expression appeared on his face.
His voice trembled slightly: "Yes, sir... that's what I've always dreamed of... I'd do anything for you."
As long as this goal can be achieved!
Voldemort chuckled deeply, like a venomous snake hissing, the red light in his eyes burning even brighter: "But that's not all, Peter. Power is merely a facade; the true reward is strength. Once I regain control of all power, I will bestow upon you a magic unlike any other, and you will surpass ordinary wizards, becoming my true right-hand man."
"Power..." Peter murmured, his eyes gleaming. He silently reached into his robes and lifted the receiver of the satellite phone, as if afraid Sean on the other end wouldn't hear their conversation. "Will you really grant me power? Like... like the dark magic you taught Bellatrix?"
Voldemort laughed dismissively, but his tone remained calm after the laugh: "More powerful than you, Peter Bellatrix. Though fanatical, her loyalty cannot compare to yours, who serves me day and night. What you desire, I will grant you little by little. But on the condition that..."
You need to prove yourself. My plan needs you; it needs your intelligence and absolute loyalty.
Peter bowed deeply, his voice filled with excitement: "My lord, what do you need me to do? I'll do anything! Anything that can help you return to your former glory!"
A cold glint flashed in Voldemort's eyes as he spoke, enunciating each word clearly.
"I want your flesh, Peter."
A series of promises and empty promises culminate in a demand to reveal the true nature of the scheme.
At this moment, Voldemort desired only one thing—the flesh of his servants, offered voluntarily, which could bring his master back to life...