Chapter 272 "Voldemort-Morgan Alliance"

While Voldemort maintained his silence, the subtle shifts in his serpentine countenance betrayed his inner turmoil and conflict.

Fear of death gripped Voldemort tightly, a fear so potent that it surpassed that of any other character throughout the seven original books. He was willing to go to extreme lengths to evade death, sacrificing fragments of his soul, his once-handsome appearance, and enduring any cost imaginable.

Despite his certainty of his own immortality, Voldemort harbored a deep-seated dread of the oblivion that death promised. Thirteen arduous years had elapsed since his fall, during which he endured countless trials to reclaim his corporeal form, restore his lost might, and ascend once more to the pinnacle of his power.

His journey back from the brink was riddled with obstacles, exacerbated by his inability to wield his wand or unleash his full magical potential in his spectral state.

What he craved now was an ally, a devoted servant who could wield the magic he had meticulously studied to aid him in crafting a new physical vessel.

Four years prior, amidst the dark recesses of the Albanian jungle, fate had delivered Professor Quirrell to him—a man of moderate magical prowess, but a mind easily swayed and manipulated.

It had been a golden opportunity for Voldemort, yet ultimately, he fell short of success, ensnared by Dumbledore's cunning schemes.

He emerged from that encounter empty-handed, save for the bitter realization of his vulnerability to Potter's hand.

The irony lay in the simplicity of his demise—an ancient bloodline protection spell, triggered by an infant's touch. Voldemort's downfall stemmed not from Potter's prowess, but from his own negligence.

But the true object of Voldemort's ire was Dumbledore—a master manipulator cloaked in the guise of righteousness. Behind his facade of moral rectitude lay a mind more intricate and calculating than any Machiavellian schemer. Dumbledore, cognizant of the prophecy, had groomed Potter as a weapon against Voldemort, bolstering the ancient protection spell with additional enchantments to shield the boy from harm. Henceforth, Voldemort's influence could no longer touch Potter.

Blind to this reality, Voldemort fell into Dumbledore's trap. The moment Quirrell laid hands on Potter, he was obliterated, leaving Voldemort bereft of yet another loyal servant.

"Humph, Dumbledore, you may be complacent about your plan, but you probably haven't thought about it... I have figured out a way to crack it. I used the boy's blood as the raw material for my resurrection. I have obtained With the protection of blood magic in his blood, I no longer need to be afraid of touching him, hahahaha..." - This is Voldemort's idea.

Of course, because he lost his servant, Voldemort could only choose to lie dormant again. Lady Luck once again favored him and brought him Peter Pettigrew. Although Pettigrew was full of lies and was greedy for life and afraid of death, he finally gave himself the opportunity to return from resurrection, and this time he successfully seized the opportunity.

Now, new problems arise. All Death Eaters, including Pettigrew, had betrayed. If he dies here again, even if he is immortal, will he have the luck of being favored by the goddess of luck for a third time and get another chance to be resurrected? Voldemort didn't dare to gamble.

Morgan could see that Voldemort was already interested and knew that the time was ripe, so he put in the last bargaining chip: "As a gift to welcome you to join us, I can give you a piece of precious information for free - you have produced multiple Horcruxes. In fact, Dumbledore and Schelling have noticed the matter. They have probably mastered it or destroyed some of your Horcruxes——"

"What did you say!" Voldemort, who had been acting cold all this time, finally couldn't help showing a shocked expression and cried out.

Morgan ignored Voldemort's reaction and continued: "If you join us, we can arrange manpower to help you retrieve your Horcrux, and arrange manpower to protect it tightly. I can guarantee that including Dumbledore included—" Morgan's two-color pupils shone like gems, and she whispered: "No one can take away your Horcrux easily!"

Voldemort's expression changed from shock at first, then to disbelief, and finally to despair.

From Morgan's words, he understood one thing - he had always felt too good about himself. He thought that making multiple Horcruxes was his biggest secret, but in fact, so many people had known about it all along.

Morgan's words were clearly saying that she had known about the Horcruxes for a long time and had already mastered at least one of his Horcruxes!

Voldemort was confident in the Horcruxes he had hidden in the Room of Requirement and the seaside cave, but the one in Gaunt's old house was too obvious.

This Horcrux was most likely to fall into the hands of the Shadow of the Dragon, although he was in Gaunt's old house. Some traps and protections were set up, but they were aimed at sanctimonious white wizards like Dumbledore.

He did not think that the black magic above could stump Morgan, the black witch from thousands of years ago.

Finally, Voldemort's expression stopped changing. He took a long breath, nodded slowly, and said, "I agree to join you, but this does not mean that I am willing to obey any of your commands - I want to have a certain autonomy, at least the time to move freely..."

"Wise choice!" Morgan smiled, unsurprised by Voldemort's decision. "Don't worry, as the most notorious and powerful Dark Lord in our time, you deserve the highest respect from everyone in our organization. After joining us, I promise you that no one will dare to boss you around. We will seek sincere cooperation with you and are very willing to help you achieve your ambitions and goals."

Although Voldemort was forced to bow his head to reality, he would not lose his pride as a generation of Dark Lord. He said in a cold tone: "Do you know my ambitions and goals?"

"This is natural. Since we dare to recruit you, we are naturally somewhat sure," Morgan smiled faintly, the confidence in his tone unquestionable. "More than ten years ago, under your leadership, the Death Eaters launched the First Wizarding War, and the slogan of that war was 'Destroy the wizard traitors and the lowly bloodline that steals wizard magic,' indicating that your goal was to establish a pure society ruled by blood families with an iron fist——"

"Actually, this war is far from your goal. At best, it is just a process and a means for you to achieve your personal ideals... Your goal is-"

"Let your name, 'Voldemort,' bring despair and fear to the whole world. Let the whole world—not just the small land of Great Britain—remember your name firmly. Let your name become a black legend for all eternity!"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly but raised the corners of his mouth, evidently finding these words very useful.

Morgan nodded. "Our organization's goals do not conflict with yours - in fact, as a mysterious organization that exists in the darkness like a shadow, we need a figure like you to serve as our spokesperson and represent us in the world. Act on the surface - and you can also use our power to destroy your enemies and establish your kingdom of darkness..."

"Very good!" Voldemort's pupils lit up with a fierce red light again. "I believe you this time. Our joint cooperation is indeed a perfect combination."