amaotonovel Chapter 409 Trading
Chapter 409 Trading
Chapter 409 Trading
Voldemort had never thought before that there was such a wonderful substance in this world.
Invading one world after another, a substance that no one can stop.
It's just that he has fallen in love with this kind of thing unstoppably since he mentioned "Hoarfrost".
"This is what my dear son bought for me." The voice did not spit out from the tall and thin man's body, but from the crown on his head.
"Are you ready?"
The tall and thin man nodded in fear, trembling: "Master, I'm ready."
"Take your wand, then," said the voice in the diadem.
The man drew out his wand.
A wand by Grigorovich, silver basswood, protected by a red marble handle, with a purple gemstone inlaid at the bottom. It is a very delicate wand, but it has been worn for a long time. No signs of maintenance, dusty, dirty, full of oily finger marks.
"I allow you to read a spell." Crown continued to order.
The man's voice was hoarse, and he waved his wand.
"Bone of the world, cast as an anchor."
A golden light gushed out from the tip of the wand, brilliant and dazzling, fell into the bottle, and merged with the hoarfrost.
The man shivered.
"The source of magic power, feed it as bait."
A ray of silver light also gushes out from the tip of the wand, which is delicate and delicate, entangles the golden light, and also merges with the hoarfrost.
It seems very attractive.
Those materialized hoarfrost particles rushed in, clustering around the silver magic power.
The man's face became painful and his voice became weak.
"Concrete person, sign the contract."
Another golden light.
But not with the man, but from the crown, sinking into the bottle, intertwined with hoarfrost.
As a purely magical phenomenon.
Whether it is the research of the elves of Ain and El, or the exploration of Voldemort during this period of time, it has been determined that Hoarfrost has a certain degree of natural consciousness, but no specific consciousness has been derived.This kind of consciousness is like a tree's desire for sunshine and rain, a behavior engraved on instinct, not autonomous.
And they react tremendously to the active energy.
Just as they kept chasing the Aen El spirits.
Magic power is also one of the energies they crave.
Conscious, but not autonomous consciousness - it's like being brainy, but not smart enough.
Voldemort is good at controlling people's hearts, and he has developed such a spell.
The man suffered even more, his magic power was constantly being drawn.
The hoarfrost in the bottle multiplied and was born continuously.
The voice in the crown is joyful: "It's really a wonderful ability."
The man suddenly stopped struggling.
Voldemort took over his body, and the man did not and could not resist.
"Hellfire." He waved his wand and said the Fiercefire Curse.
The magic surged.
A cluster of gray flames sprayed out and fell to the ground, but unlike ordinary Fiendfire, it didn't have high temperature, instead it drew temperature at one point and one point at a time, hoarfrost and ice crystals quickly covered the ground.
He flicked his wand again.
The flame disappeared immediately.
In this small cave, the temperature immediately rose again.
Voldemort wanted to say something else.
On the table, a crystal ball glowed.
With a flick of his wand, Voldemort hid the contents of the table except for a vial of Rime Frost, which was presented as a sample.
Also remove the magic that blinded the crystal ball.
"As you predicted." Eredin's face emerged, and he cut to the point and said directly, "Harry has returned to Ciri's world."
"Really?" Voldemort nodded, looking pleased.
"Are you ready?" Eredin asked again, condescending, like a king to his courtiers.
The man was being controlled, and his face didn't change much. Voldemort's voice was still calm: "Of course, of course, I proposed this plan early in the morning."
"Now we're just waiting for an opportunity."
"However, my dear Lord Aridin, Potter is very sensitive, you have to be willing."
Eredin's expression remained unchanged: "Ilerith is the greatest warrior, and he will make the greatest contribution to our success."
"Don't worry, I'll be fine."
Illeris, the master warrior among the Aen El elves, is also the core commander of the Wild Hunt, and his status is even higher than that of Caranthir.
He is also the main commander of the search for Ciri, and the person who has the most connections with the world of witchers.
Eredin paused and looked at the bottle on the table: "How is Baishuang's research going?"
"Is there still no breakthrough at all?"
Voldemort shook his head, "Of course not."
"Now I can use magic to temporarily manipulate Hoarfrost."
He waved his wand.
The cork of the sample bottle was opened, and the hoarfrost inside flew out and condensed in the air, but restrained it from spreading.
Aridin's eyes lit up.
Voldemort waved his wand again.
Baishuang turned into a bird, a giant snake, and a fire dragon, and finally rushed back into the bottle and was sealed by the cork.
"It's like this." Voldemort said softly, "But it's just a very rough way. Just using magic to suppress Hoarfrost is far from being a formal use of it."
It is about the fact that he has signed an oath with Baishuang and has almost perfect control of Baishuang's power.
Voldemort didn't say it.
Of course, just these things he showed are enough to satisfy Eredin.
This is the result that the Elves of Ain El have failed to achieve even after thousands of years of research on Hoarfrost.
The magic in this world is really wonderful.
Mind is power.
"This is already very good." Aridin couldn't suppress his excitement, and his tone became flamboyant, "Voldemort, you have done a good job, and you will become the most respectable and greatest friend in the history of Aen Ayr .”
"You will also become the most respectable and greatest friend among the Death Eaters." Voldemort responded calmly.
Aridin said softly, "I will inform you when Harry finds Ilerith, my dear friend."
Voldemort nodded.
When the light of the crystal ball dimmed, he waved his wand and re-cast the spell on the crystal ball. Even if Eredin was able to spy secretly, everything he saw was the illusion of magic condensation.
"Hoarfrost." Voldemort whispered, manipulating the man's body away from the table.
"With this power, it should be able to compete with Dumbledore."
"No"
"Not yet, not enough."
He muttered to himself.
Walking to the entrance of the cave and looking at the outside world, the ice and snow have melted, and it seems that spring has come.
Hogwarts.
Dumbledore frowned, squatting beside McGonagall, Snape, Sprout, and Professor Flitwick, the only standing professor among all the professors - even if he was standing, he looked about the same height as Uma.
They stared at this cursed little guy, using their knowledge to analyze his situation as much as possible.
Yennefer sat aside, holding a book, and looked at them coldly.
(End of this chapter)