"Master, I have successfully fulfilled my mission! I have brought back the item you requested!" In a house that had stood abandoned for years, a man in a black cloak respectfully handed a thick book to a... white skeleton?
If anyone from the wizarding world could see Voldemort at this moment, they would never feel a shred of fear toward him again. For Voldemort currently looked like a white skeleton—and not even a normal skeleton, but one resembling a pitifully thin child of four or five years old.
Yet this "skeleton," seemingly frail enough to be blown away by a gust of wind, was indeed the Voldemort who struck terror into the hearts of the wizarding world. This was simply the Voldemort who had just been resurrected, whose strength had not yet recovered in the slightest.
Chapter 188