"You want to make a Horcrux now?" Tom asked in disbelief.

Bree nodded slightly and said noncommittally: "Dumbledore is in Hogwarts. I can confirm that I must take advantage of the current chaos to hide it from his eyes and ears."

Bree took out the materials that she had kept in her pocket using the shrinking spell and the traceless stretching spell. Familiar materials came into view one by one. Tom's eyes widened, because these materials were not only used to make Horcruxes, but also more.

It's a resurrection horcrux.

Voldemort thought that he had deceived Bree with excessive methods of making Horcruxes. When he told Bree to make Horcruxes, he even added the steps of resurrection, but he did not indicate that it was resurrection, but regarded it as an additional step.

ceremony.

In fact, the resurrection ritual can be done without a Horcrux as a prerequisite, as long as there is a soul, but the things required for this ritual and the quality of the soul are not simple.

Bree looked at Tom's hesitant expression and Voldemort's excited, soul-trembling look, and smiled secretly. Of course he knew the steps for making a Horcrux.

A death curse, a life with complete intelligence, strong feelings of hatred... This will split the soul, but it will also make the split soul suffer. This is the first condition for making a Horcrux.

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The production is completed.

It's very simple, but the danger involved is unimaginable. Splitting the soul is dangerous. If you are not careful, it will be completely broken. The seal carving of the container is also cautious. The slightest error will turn the soul into a stupid monster.

Of course, a soul that has been divided too much is no different from a monster.

Brie took out an alchemy item at random and threw it in front of Sniff. Brie slightly unlocked some of Voldemort's seals. Now that Voldemort has a split soul, he doesn't need an intelligent life as an inducement.

"As you wish, our agreement still works, Oude."

Seeing Oude starting to prepare for resurrection, Voldemort suppressed his excitement. He meekly said: "I will help you experiment in advance. By then, the contract between us will also disappear. This is a win-win situation. I will swear

, no longer be enemies with Oude, we can be friends."

Tom on the side snorted coldly.

friend?

Bree didn't believe in Voldemort's friendship. Tom had previously said that he viewed his friends as a group of guys who could be used. Tom even thought that friendship was the least trustworthy, let alone Voldemort.

Without any rebuttal, Bree quietly cooked the potion, put the diary aside on the ground, and picked up a small bottle.

"According to what you said, three key things are needed to make this ritual."

Bree's eyes were dark, and she said to Voldemort: "The first one is my father's bones. I have no intention of donating them so that his son can be reborn."

Father?

Voldemort and Tom's eyes were fixed on the bottle in Bree's hand. Voldemort smiled in admiration and said: "It seems that my stupid predecessor has exposed himself, and it is not completely useless. At least you can find him based on his name."

Here comes the dirty bones."

Tom clenched his fists, and he lowered his head and thought strangely and reluctantly, if I am Brie's father and Brie needs to be resurrected, then where should he find my bones...

Then, Tom slowly raised his head and looked at the pot of resurrection potion with great longing in his heart.

He was originally prepared to be resurrected in this way, but because of Bree, he stopped and was ready to watch Bree grow up at Hogwarts, but now there is no need. The opportunity is right in front of him. Compared with the soul he is about to become,

Lord Voldemort, he is now a ready-made Horcrux.

But it seems that Brie has other considerations for him.

The ice under Tom's feet melted a little and became fragile. The diary on the ground also shone with a strange light. He had absorbed too much soul power, so it was not impossible for him to do anything.

After Voldemort praised him, he looked at Tom coldly.

"You should take that thing out and make amends for your sins!"

Voldemort was talking about the Sorting Hat, which was still in Azar's arms. Unfortunately, Tom was unmoved and did not even look at Voldemort.

Voldemort was furious, but he couldn't care less as he was resurrected.

"You still need a soul, and there can be no mistakes in the ceremony."

The bloodshot blood on Xiu Xiu's body spread rapidly, and Voldemort, who spoke through Xiu Xiu's mouth, shouted: "Avada Kedavra!"

A green light condensed on Xiu Xiu's hand and pointed at Xiu Xiu himself.

"bump!"

Xiu Xiu's body collapsed completely, breaking into several large pieces and falling to the ground. A dark soul rushed out and suddenly fell into an alchemy item on the ground.

In an instant, a Horcrux was perfectly born, and at this moment, Harry, who had just arrived in the secret room, covered the scar on his forehead and groaned in pain, as if something exploded in his mind, and fainted to the ground.

Ron was frightened and hurriedly supported Harry. Anna, who came over, took a look and immediately jumped down the passage of the secret room, using her wolf claws to climb down slowly. Lockhart had a strange look in his eyes and also

He moved closer to Harry.

"What's going on here?"

"ah!"

In the secret room, Voldemort, who had just turned into a Horcrux, was in great pain in the Horcrux. But soon, the pain receded, but it also made him extremely weak.

The same goes for Tom on the side. He bent over and knelt on the ground. The ice on his feet had been completely broken off, but his face was extremely white and his soul was too painful to move.

Bree held the bottle and looked at Tom and Voldemort who suddenly appeared strangely. He frowned. He had seen in some of Box's books on the soul that if the soul was split too many times to make magic items, then the soul would

It will completely collapse, and the only warning is that there will be fluctuations when the soul is made into seven magic items. After that, making magic items again is the behavior of a troll.

So... Voldemort already has seven Horcruxes?

Now Voldemort obviously knows this. As Horcruxes, they can all sense this. Except for the half of the main soul that is floating outside, they can all suffer soul-rending pain.

Tom calmed down and said coldly: "The seventh Horcrux?"

He was simply crazy. Tom couldn't believe that his descendant could do such a crazy thing.

Voldemort wondered: "I only made five, this is the sixth one...no, it's Harry Potter!"

Voldemort suddenly remembered, and a maniacal laughter came from the Horcrux: "Hahaha, Dumbledore, you have defeated me again. The savior is my Horcrux. You can only really kill me by killing him!"

"

Bree put down what he said was the bone of Voldemort's father. In fact, it was the bone of a servant that he had prepared according to the instructions of the house elves, made of grass, wood, earth and stone.

"I need the meat of a servant now." It was actually the meat of Voldemort's own family, but the Slytherin family had long since died without a trace, so where did the meat come from?

Bree looked at the product of Voldemort's blood magic in the crucible. Isn't this the flesh and blood of the same race? Although it was not made into a successful life, it still left traces.

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Brie smiled, opened her wrist, dripped the blood and said, "I think your hateful eyes can prove my position."

When Brie's blood dripped, a powerful magical aura burst out from the crucible, and evil was full of vitality. Even hell hated its existence.

Voldemort looked at the pot of potion obsessively, and Tom also stared closely.

They both shouted in their hearts: This is the resurrection potion!

But Bree thought to herself: This is how house elves are made——

The bones of the servant are made from grass, wood, earth and stone, the body of the servant is made from the blood of the same race, the heart of the servant is forged with the blood of the master, and then the soul is bound by a contract, and the soul is locked into the body of the alchemy servant, making it work for the master for all life, even if the body is

Even after old age and death, one will be reborn as a soul under the influence of a magical contract...

"Put me in quickly!" Voldemort shouted loudly. His desire for resurrection made it difficult for him to suppress his emotions. He could no longer care about Bree's discovery of his true purpose. Resurrection was very close at hand!

Bree picked up Voldemort's Horcrux on the ground and was about to throw it into the crucible.

"thump!"

Bree was stunned on the spot, staring blankly at the juice splashing in the crucible. The black diary slowly sank into it, and the power of magic continued to emerge. Waves of ripples told Bree that this pot could not accommodate it.

The second Horcrux.

"Tom?"

Bree didn't know what her expression was now, and she didn't know how to explain to Tom that the contents of the pot were a trap prepared for Voldemort. He just trusted Tom out of habit, so he didn't restrict him too much.

But this is definitely not a reason for Tom to be stupid.

"Why can't it be me, Bree? Maybe Voldemort didn't tell you that this is a resurrection ceremony... Haha." Tom smiled happily, and was very happy to see Bree's deflated appearance.

"My little Brie, we are not just father and son by blood. You are very fond of me. Come to me...ah!"

Tom's soul suddenly roared in pain, and he was sucked into the crucible before he could react. What the so-called resurrection brought him was not a happy process, but tearing apart again and again. This was completely different from the resurrection ceremony he knew.

Different, those potions carved a master-servant contract belonging to Bree in his soul, making him furious.

Unfortunately, he could do nothing but wait for the ceremony to be completed.

"This is not a resurrection ceremony!"

Voldemort shouted in Horcrux, horrified: "You knew it already!"

"Of course." Brie sighed helplessly and said, "It seems that I don't have to touch the soul in the crown."

Bree's previous plan was to use Voldemort's soul to make a house elf, then use the soul in the diadem to swap with Tom's soul in the diary, and then give the diary to Dumbledore, so that Dumbledore, who already knew about the existence of the diary,

Don't be suspicious, Lido, but at this moment, it's a little beyond Brie's arrangement.

The juice in the crucible has completely disappeared, leaving only a black diary and the naked body of a 17-year-old boy. He is groaning in pain, and the skin and flesh on his body are cracked inch by inch, and cracks are spreading, and then...

Healed under the influence of magic, he was now too weak and painful to move a finger.
To be continued...