great-warnovel Chapter 341 Forbidden Transformation
Chapter 341 Forbidden Transformation
Chapter 341 Forbidden Transformation
Yellowstone region, North America.
Although the occasional eruptions of toxic gases and sudden bursts of hydrothermal fluid make this place unsuitable for long-term survival.
But in this era, abundant geothermal resources are clearly more important than anything else.
This is the largest gathering place of wizards in North America besides Evermorny, and together with Mount Grero to the east and west, it is one of only two places with the largest population.
Compared to the more closed and strict Iphamoni, Yellowstone's management is quite loose.
The establishment of this settlement was originally the product of a group of new wizarding families from the United States banding together for mutual support.
No one is turned away here—Muggles, wizards, anyone who comes can join.
But everything here is clearly priced. The powerful and wealthy have already occupied the most fertile lands and imprisoned them with powerful magical barriers, while the remaining 90% of the lower-class wizards and Muggles must compete for the few habitable plots in the scaly mountains and dangerous hot springs.
Death occurs daily in this walled mountain town. People will stop at nothing to fight for food and warmth. Wizards can poison and curse, causing a family to disappear silently, while a Muggle filled with hatred can risk his life, using guns bought on the black market and goblin silver bullets to end a wizard's life.
Of course, if you have the money, you can certainly buy a detached villa in an upscale neighborhood, enjoying the warm breeze and the magnificent lawn under the artificial sun, but the price is obviously beyond the reach of ordinary people.
At this moment, in one of the many wizard residences with distinct styles, in a rather inconspicuous yet equally luxurious villa, Little Barty was busy with something on the second floor. He had the window open, not at all worried about being seen by others.
"The Newts moved away, along with their magical creature breeding center," he said, busy at the potions table in front of him.
Behind him was a huge potion cauldron, large enough to fit a person, and inside it, besides a strangely colored broth, was an unusually thick black snake.
The snake wasn't dead; it was coiled up in the pot, seemingly absorbing the nutrients from the potion while listening to Little Barty's chatter.
"Hogsmeade is so attractive that even the powerful families in Yellowstone have asked Newt if he could bring some of his people there."
The man did not seem to have any disloyalty because of his master's defeat. He remained loyal and devoted to Voldemort's resurrection. "Ten strong human hearts, the palest ashes after years of sedimentation, and a full-term but unborn fetus." He threw the prepared ingredients into the pot one by one.
"Although this house belongs to distant relatives of the Crouch family, and although they have all been thrown into the hot springs and dissolved without a trace—"
He watched as the terrifying ingredients slowly dissolved in the pot, and from the snake's body, a faint shadow slowly emerged, gradually using the ingredients in the pot to construct a new body.
"But the winds of self-investigation by the powerful and wealthy will soon blow from Malfoy to Yellowstone, and I don't think we can stay here for too long."
"You've become quite talkative." A cold voice suddenly came from the pot.
But the charming and gentle voice startled both of them.
"Master! You—" Little Barty stared dumbfounded at the black-haired beauty standing naked in the cauldron.
"How did you become a woman?!"
Voldemort herself was stunned for a moment. Her gaze fell upon her own body, and she frowned in annoyance: "Nagini is a snake! And a blood-cursed orc! It seems these two factors still affect the Horcrux itself—"
If you entrust a fragment of your soul to a being with a healthy soul for an extended period, it will inevitably become corrupted by that being.
Her face combined traces of her handsome features from her youth as a man with some Asian features from Nagini's human period, making Voldemort look exceptionally beautiful now, exuding a strange charm that blends East and West, like a dangerous dark rose.
"I should have used a diary, but that thing was hidden in—" A strange sense of shame welled up inside her, forcing her to sit back down in the pot, pull over the limp, soulless black snake, and cover her private parts.
Little did she know that this made her even more alluring, like a female demon hiding in a cave in mythology.
Little Barty involuntarily swallowed, then quickly looked away.
"Master, I'll go prepare some suitable clothes for you right away!"
"No need." Voldemort exerted a little force in his hand, and poor Nagini died completely. Her glossy black snakeskin transformed into a wide and magnificent black scale robe, covering her curvaceous figure.
Although it was once her favorite pet, as the vessel for her soul, it could very well become a target for enemies. She wasn't sure if Hermione's Serpent Hunting Spear could curse her soul by killing Nagini, but such a possibility certainly existed in dark magic.
Floating out of the blood-stained cauldron, Voldemort looked at his new appearance with some dissatisfaction, but there was nothing he could do about it in the short term.
"The Well of Immortality has been destroyed, and the barrier to death that my body once broke through has not been carried over into my new body—"
She silently calculated that the current situation was extremely dire, and that she was already being blessed by Merlin to have survived.
"Build a new Well of Immortality? That's difficult—who knows when we'll be able to find another independent fairy cave—"
Although the great wizard had not lost his power, the fact that he was no longer immortal was the most terrifying thing for Voldemort.
"Furthermore, my current soul is insufficient to support the continued creation of Horcruxes, leaving me with few chances to start over—"
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Aside from Nagini, which she had already used up, she still had two Horcruxes: the diary and the tiara. This made her somewhat regretful that she had given the Golden Cup to that traitor Snape because of her arrogance and conceit!
Before the Well of Immortality was built, she originally planned to create several Horcruxes, including the other three Founders' artifacts besides the Sword of Gryffindor.
Unfortunately, the Slytherin locket that her foolish mother pawned was lost in the ruins of Borginbock in Diagon Alley, London. Undeterred, she went to Gaunt's old house, but it had long been razed to the ground by a nuclear bomb.
That's why she changed her plans and went to Albania to find the Ravenclaw tiara, where she met the tenacious Nagini.
Lost in thought, Voldemort didn't notice that Barty, who was serving behind her, was gazing at her with a fanatical and infatuated look.
Her long, wavy black hair, her fair and delicate neck, her slender waist, and her long, shapely legs...
What's really special is that she was her former owner!
A powerful, apocalyptic overlord that transcends death!
Little Barty wasn't unfamiliar with women; countless women, confident in their looks, had tried to offer themselves to him, but he had turned them all away.
But this one is different; this one is his "father"! No, now she's probably his "mother"!
A forbidden and perverse desire swelled up from the bottom of his heart, giving him a pleasure he had never experienced before.