The last ray of sunlight disappeared behind the treetops, and the hazy dusk enveloped the dilapidated Riddle House.
A shadow suddenly appeared. He was wearing a cloak and a hood. He looked around with a stern look. After making sure that no one was following him, he cautiously walked towards the dilapidated old house.
Peter Pettigrew quietly entered the house. He walked along the dusty stairs to an unmarked door, then pushed open the door and entered a large, dimly lit room.
The ceiling was low, and a candle flickered in a niche dug into the thick earthen wall.
Peter closed the door, the breeze blew by, the candle flames flickered, shadows swayed around him, and the room seemed darker and colder.
A slender cobra emerged from a crack in the wall, with a pair of glowing red eyes blinking on its lined back.
A cold voice sounded from the snake's body, "Wormtail, have you got everything?"
"I got it, Master, the unicorn blood and rune snake venom you wanted."
Peter used his remaining left hand to take out two bottles from his pocket, and he complained:
"I spent a lot of energy. It's hard to buy this thing in Knockturn Alley. I only have one hand and I have to guard against Aurors..."
"Wormtail, the Dark Lord sees all your hard work." Voldemort, who was possessed by the cobra, said softly:
"When I get the body later, I will give you a satisfactory arm... Let's start quickly."
Peter was overjoyed and asked again: "Master, do you need me to find a Muggle for you? There is one in the village..."
"Muggle?" Voldemort said coldly: "Wormtail, do you want me to crawl out of the Mudblood's belly?!
Those despicable creatures will dirty my body."
"Then who should we look for?" Peter said tremblingly: "Master, I only have one arm now. If I want to catch a pure-blood wizard for you, I'm afraid... it will be difficult."
"Aren't you the best candidate?" Voldemort said hoarsely, "You come and use this magic."
"What...let me come, Master?" Peter's voice became panicked.
"Yes, Wormtail, aren't you happy? This is the honor given to you by the Dark Lord." Voldemort said dissatisfied:
"If Bellatrix were here, she would give me her womb without hesitation, even if there was a child inside."
"You...you..." Peter's voice became more and more frightened, and his mouth seemed to become very dry, "You...you want to...kill me?"
"Wormtail...why should I kill you?" Voldemort whispered: "You are the only servant by my side now. It's not too late for me to cherish you."
"but……"
"Don't worry, that magic won't kill you." Voldemort comforted: "You will still be useful on my way to resurrection."
Peter finally breathed a sigh of relief. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, opened two bottles, and mixed the unicorn's blood and the rune snake's venom together.
After taking this potion, combined with a spell, Voldemort can escape from the ghost state and obtain a weak physical body.
He can wait in that body for the ingredients needed for true regeneration.
"Wormtail, open your mouth!" Voldemort ordered: "I'm going in."
Voldemort broke away from the cobra, turned into a shadow, and slipped into Peter's open mouth.
Peter picked up the cup and drank the potion. The cold potion passed through his throat and reached his abdomen.
He soon felt nauseous, dizzy, had abdominal cramps, and his stomach began to turmoil.
Peter squatted and vomited. For a moment, the room was filled with a filthy and fishy smell. He was unable to breathe and felt like he was about to vomit out his heart, liver, and lungs.
Peter, who finally stopped vomiting and was sweating profusely, took off his robe. He was naked, slowly knelt down on his knees, and chanted a spell loudly.
As the spell ended, Peter began to tremble all over. His body seemed to be inflated, slowly inflating, and his abdomen soon became so big that it looked like it was about to burst.
Peter collapsed on the cold floor, breathing heavily, with a large amount of blood flowing...but it was as black as ink, and it looked extremely oozing and terrifying.
Wormtail cried loudly, feeling extremely frightened and in pain. After a while, a small, shriveled black figure appeared, struggling desperately.
The two hands of the shadow twisted and grasped hard, the red fingers tightly grasped the ground, and then crawled outward little by little.
Until the whole body enters this world!
Peter sat on the ground, he weakly raised his head and looked at the Dark Lord who had reshaped his body with magic.
It is only about the size of a puppy, has no hair, and seems to have scales on its body. Its skin is dark and red, like injured tender meat.
He also has a flat, snake-like face with sparkling red eyes.
Tom Riddle is no longer the wandering shadow!
"Wormtail, pick me up!" Voldemort ordered.
Peter's whole body was in pain from being torn apart by magic. He originally wanted to lie down for a while, but he reluctantly got up, picked up his robe, and wrapped the little Voldemort.
"Give me your wand." Voldemort said softly.
Peter quickly handed over the wand. The Dark Lord's small arms seemed to be struggling to hold the wand.
But he still raised it with force and danced in the air. The wand drew a strip of light like molten silver. It had no shape at first, and then the light strip twisted and turned into a sparkling human hand, as bright as moonlight.
It flew down on its own and settled on Peter's right hand that was cut off by Rov.
Peter raised his head and looked at the silver hand in disbelief. He tried to move the shining fingers, which seemed to be stronger than his own hand.
Peter knelt down and said gratefully: "My master, master, you are so beautiful...Thank you...Thank you..."
"I said... the Dark Lord will not treat those who helped him badly..."
After using this magic, the baby-sized Voldemort became weaker and weaker, looking very sleepy.
"Get up...I still have a lot of things for you to do."
"There is no hope of stealing the Philosopher's Stone. I can only restore my original body according to another method.
You have to help me resurrect completely and get those three powerful medicine primers."
"Harry Potter?" Peter shuddered.
"Yes, I only want him!" Voldemort said coldly: "Don't worry, we have that thing, it's easy to figure out Harry Potter's route of activity."
"As for my father's bones... they are in the cemetery behind the church in Little Hangleton."
Voldemort's snake face twisted, revealing a cruel smile, and he hissed softly, as if talking to himself.
"Father, I killed you back then... I never imagined that you would still be useful a few decades later... My Muggle father is young."
At this moment, the church bells rang, and the heavy rain that had been brewing for a long time finally fell, knocking on the window bell.
