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Marcus suddenly raised his head and his sight met two unfamiliar figures.

The two people standing in front of the bed were completely different.

The one in front was extremely tall, and his broad shoulders almost filled the entire field of vision.

The skin on half of his face was as if burned by fire, with pits and pits, and a charred texture. The whole person looked like a burned plaster statue, exuding an unsettling pressure.

Even standing there quietly, it seemed that he had a sense of power that was ready to tear the space apart at any time.

Wearing women's clothing that was extremely inconsistent with his temperament.

The other person looked completely different. He stood next to the tall figure, with a slender and well-proportioned figure, and looked about the same age as Marcus.

The man was wearing a Hogwarts school uniform, which was neat and meticulous, like a noble boy walking out of an ancient portrait.

He had black hair, which was softly attached to the back of his head, like silk in the dark night.

Those deep eyes were like the starless night sky, bottomless, but with an irresistible attraction.

The pale face was as delicate as a sculpture, with clear contours and elegant lines. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with a faint smile.

That smile seemed to be comforting, and it seemed to be inviting, which made people's hearts stir involuntarily.

What was more eye-catching was that he had a pendant hanging on his chest.

It was a piece of translucent red stone, emitting a faint light, as if it contained some infinite power.

The light beat slightly in his chest, like a living heart.

The design of the pendant was simple and mysterious, faintly exuding a precious breath, which made people unable to look away involuntarily.

Marcus's eyes stayed on the handsome face for a long time, but his mind was blank.

He couldn't remember whether he had seen this person before - this face was so strange, but it was inexplicably familiar.

Was it because of the amnesia spell? Or had he really never seen this person?

Despite this, an inexplicable feeling surged in his heart.

This feeling was like some invisible force, quietly pulling his gaze and thoughts, making him involuntarily attracted by this mysterious boy.

Marcus struggled to stand up, his whole body trembling slightly, as if he needed to use up all his strength to even speak. He lowered his head, and his voice intermittently flowed from his cracked lips:

"Master... Master... Are you here?"

His voice was hoarse and weak, but his tone was full of awe and expectation.

At the end of the corridor, the boy who called himself Voldemort walked slowly.

His steps were elegant, with a warm and polite smile on the corners of his mouth, as if he was a boy next door, but his eyes revealed an indescribable coldness and majesty.

"You have made such a great contribution to my recovery, you helped me... Voldemort will not treat those who have helped him unfairly."

The boy's voice was low and magnetic, with some irresistible power.

As he spoke, he raised the wand in his hand, his movements were gentle but full of ritual.

A beam of light burst out from the tip of the wand, flowing out like a stream of molten silver at first, silently drawing a graceful arc in the air.

The band of light had no fixed shape, but soon began to twist and condense into a pair of arms as bright as moonlight, emitting a cold silver glow.

The light arms floated in the air for a moment, then floated towards Marcus as lightly as if they had life, firmly attached to his bare shoulders.

The light flashed slightly, and the silver arms seamlessly connected with his body, as if they had belonged to him from the beginning.

Marcus opened his eyes wide, and his pupils trembled slightly.

He could hardly believe his eyes, looking down at the brand new arms, like a pair of exquisite works of art.

They exuded a cold light, and the muscle lines were clear and smooth, as if they were made of some mysterious metal, but they were not stiff at all.

He slowly raised his hands, his movements were unfamiliar and careful, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

His fingers curled and stretched, and every joint was flexible.

"This... this is..."

Marcus murmured, his voice full of shock and gratitude.

His eyes gradually moistened, and tears slid silently.

He couldn't explain his inner feelings, but an unprecedented strength and hope surged in his chest.

He took a deep breath and struggled to get up from the bed.

Originally thought it would be an extremely difficult thing, but unexpectedly, the silver arms were stronger than he imagined.

With just one effort, he stood up easily.

After Marcus stood firm, he slowly walked towards the boy.

His steps were steady and firm, with a complex expression on his face, both grateful and deeply submissive.

He walked in front of Voldemort, lowered his head, and his voice was hoarse but full of emotion:

"Master... Thank you for giving me a new life."

The Ravenclaw behind him suddenly spoke, his voice was low.

"I've been noticed, I have to go."

The smile on the young Voldemort's face was still bright, as if everything was under control.

He leaned forward slightly, staring at Marcus, who was in tears, and his voice was full of irresistible power.

"So, Marcus, are you willing to continue to work with me to complete our unfinished business?"

Marcus did not hesitate at all, tears slid down his cheeks, and he nodded vigorously.

Although he did not fully understand what it meant, Voldemort's words seemed to hit a hidden corner deep in his heart, making him unable to refuse.

Voldemort raised his hand, his movements were graceful and calm.

Marcus immediately reached out and held the pale and slender palm tightly, as if he had grasped the clue of fate.

Ravenclaw, standing nearby, gently put his arm on Voldemort's shoulder.

Just then, the door was pushed open with a harsh sound.

Melinpu walked into the room expressionlessly, with a steady and straightforward step, as if he had expected everything.

Her eyes swept across the room coldly, and finally stopped on Marcus's bed.

The bed was empty, with only a few messy traces.

She did not make any sound, nor did she shout or take a defensive posture, but walked straight to the bed, her eyes swept over the bedside table and the bed.

Finally, her eyes fell on a small round pill that emitted a faint silver light.

She picked up the small round pill and rubbed the surface with her fingertips, as if she was feeling the faint magical fluctuations it emitted.

She closed her eyes and remained silent for a moment, as if she was thinking about something.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes abruptly, a trace of elusive light flashed in her pupils, and she murmured in a low voice.

"A gift for meeting? Elixir of immortality... If there are three pills..."

She paused, and a hint of coldness appeared in her voice.

"Nurmengarde... maybe I can go there."

(Fourth update! Thank you for your support. The second part of this work ends here, which is the chapter about Anubis-Voldemort's infiltration.

To be honest, judging from the data, this chapter of this book is indeed not well written. The main reason is that I have no experience in writing long novels, so the writing is relatively procrastinated and trivial. The places that should be omitted are not omitted, and the places that should be described in detail are too detailed.

And the problem of the Riddler that has been criticized by some readers, um... this... I'm really sorry, I will try my best to correct it.

There is also a problem about double opening. You may find that my new book has not been updated at this time.

On the one hand, I think the rhythm of this opening is weird and it didn't meet my expectations, so I plan to make some major changes.

On the other hand, I'm doing an internship now, and my work is related to e-commerce. As a result, at the beginning of this month, due to some things, my phone was blocked by a customer's complaint. I swear that I have never done anything illegal, but it was blocked by my uncle. I need to go back to my home to unblock it, otherwise I can't sign the contract for my new book. Anyway, it's very troublesome.

So the new book is a bit difficult to give birth. Sorry everyone, if it really doesn't work, I may find my mother's phone number and open a small account to write. Anyway, there will be a way. I also hope that new friends can give this book a good review. Thank you for your support! ! )