Voldemort, hiding in the darkness, seemed not to have expected Brian to say this. He paused and said in a somewhat sarcastic tone: "Cooperate? You?"

"Yes, cooperation." Brian nodded, "You have your power, I have my approach, and to many degrees, our cooperation is the best..."

"But you should know that only people at the same level have the possibility of cooperation." Voldemort said softly, but with a scattering chill.

"Of course, I know." Brian smiled, "But, if you insist on speaking, you are not qualified to say this to me now..."

Voldemort didn't make any sound, and countless snakes were swimming around.

"I said, I have no malice, on the contrary, I came to you with kindness." Brian's lips curled up, "Who made my father once your follower?"

"It is not easy to break the wizard secrets. Even Grindelwald failed, and your power is far inferior to him. This is not a career that can be accomplished by one or two people."

Brian raised his face slightly and looked at the starlight that was emerging under the shadow of the leaves, and said softly: "So, of course I will help you resurrect and reach a certain tacit understanding."

"It's very interesting..." Voldemort said indifferently, "Then, what do you want me to do?"

"Come back and gather your power." Brian turned his head slightly, "I said that more people need to participate in this matter. We are born...alliers."

Voldemort let out a sound of laughter or a cold snorting.

"Very good, I agree," he said.

"Then, let's talk about your resurrection for the time being. Let's talk about your resurrection first..." The smile on Brian's face became even stronger.

"How do you want to be resurrected?" he said softly, "With an unbreakable oath, you can trust me."

Voldemort was silent for a moment and said, "I know that an ancient black magic can restore my original body. I need three powerful medicine tips, the flesh of the servant, the bones of the father, and the blood of the enemy..."

"I'm curious, why didn't you let Professor Quirrell resurrect you like this in the first grade?" Brian pressed his chin with one hand, "It's not difficult..."

"Obviously, I was too greedy at that time." Voldemort said softly, "Reshaping a body with the help of the Philosopher's Stone will make me stronger, much stronger than before..."

"Okay, the Philosopher's Stone has been destroyed by Dumbledore." Brian said lightly.

"It's easy to get your resurrection." Brian looked at Peter, a little dwarf who fainted on the side. His eyes wandered uneasily in his sockets, obviously he had woken up at some point.

"No, I don't want to be resurrected casually." Voldemort sneered, "I've been weak for so many years, and I have to get something...I want Harry Potter's blood to help me resurrect."

Brian couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, and he said softly: "He is strictly protected by Dumbledore. Are you afraid of falling on his head again?"

"Three times, haven't you learned your lesson yet? I kind of believe that boy is really your nemesis." Brian said slowly.

"That boy is useless!" Voldemort said in a sharp and cold tone. "If Dumbledore had not protected him, if his mother had not left the protective magic on him...I would have got the magic in his blood..."

"Then do you have any plans?" Brian said tilting his head.

Voldemort fell silent.

"Dumbledore's protection on Harry Potter is very tight," Brian whispered. "His mother's magic protects him, and he will be protected by his loved ones, so you can't touch him during the holidays."

"As for the Quidditch World Cup, you don't have the ability to rob him among so many wizards in the Ministry of Magic. And at Hogwarts, how do you get him away under Dumbledore's nose?"

"I have reason to believe that Dumbledore has imposed a lot of protective magic on Porter. As long as Porter is attacked or teleported away from Hogwarts, Dumbledore will immediately know and chase after him... During this period, you have no time to use him to resurrect."

Voldemort became even more silent, and even the rustling snake next to him stopped.

"However, I happened to get a few useful news." Brian suddenly laughed.

"First, the next school year, there will be a Triumph at Hogwarts. If Harry Potter can be selected to be the Warriors...you know, in order to ensure fairness and justice, Dumbledore had to cancel the protective spell he imposed on Potter...of course, only when the game is in progress."

"This is indeed a good opportunity..." said a sharp voice with a deep thought, "but you and the worm tail can't do it. Only the professor has the opportunity to tamper during the competition."

"So, the second news, I know you have a loyal servant who escaped from Azkaban..." Brian narrowed his eyes and said, "Batty Crouch, Jr., after you lost power, he was arrested into Azkaban. Later, his mother used a compound decoction to replace him and died in the cell himself."

"And Batty Crouch Jr. has been locked up at home by his father, controlled by the Soul-Snatching Spell."

"Very useful news," Voldemort said.

"Yes, if you can rescue him and let him replace the new professor this year..." Brian blinked, "The curse you cast on the position of Professor of Dark Magic Defense will help you."

"Interesting, it seems I can prepare early." Voldemort shouted, "Come here, insect tail! I know you're awake..."

The dwarf Peter shivered and trembled up from the ground. His watery little eyes looked at Brian in fear, then lowered his eyebrows and walked into the shadow where Voldemort was.

"Take me back!" Voldemort ordered.

"Yes, master..." The insect tail said cowardly.

He came out of the darkness and held something in his hand. The thing was a curled baby, with scales on his body, dark red skin like wounded tender flesh, thin and soft arms and legs, and a magic wand in his soft hands. On his head was a flat snake face and a pair of glittering red eyes.

Brian looked at him, and his red eyes were also looking at him, his eyes were indifferent and ruthless.

Brian frowned, turned his eyes open, and was unwilling to look at it again.

"Look at what I became..." the thing said coldly.

Brian thought for a while, pulled out a large tablecloth from his bag and threw it to Little Dwarf, interrupting, "It's better to wrap it up, I don't want to see it anymore." He looked at it and hurt his eyes.

"..." Voldemort's eyes looked angry and cold, like an evil ghost who chose people to eat.

"Master?" Peter, a little dwarf, sought Voldemort's advice with his eyes, and wrapped him tightly with a tablecloth, with a look of relief on his face.

He hesitated for a moment, and did not carry the bag behind him, but hugged it in his arms. The expression on his face twitched, and he seemed disgusted and fearful.

Brian stayed away from him and said, "You guys can find a way to go back by yourself, I'll leave first."

Ignoring the begging gaze of Petd Dwarf Peter, he turned around and was about to leave here.

"You need to cooperate with those plans, Brian." Voldemort's voice came through the baggage, looking a little depressed.

"Okay, you can contact me through this." Brian threw a badge to the bug tail. This is a technique he restored by studying the contact badge of the Death School. He can contact remotely and give positioning, which is a bit similar to the Dark Magic mark.

"I hope you... the journey is going smoothly." Brian said with a smile.

He turned and walked into the dense woods and returned to the small town outside the Black Forest.

It was getting late, and Brian walked into a hotel, the angry front desk aunt handed him a key, and then lay down to sleep.

Brian entered his room, which was not very clean. He cleaned it several times with various cleaning spells before sitting by the bed.

Outside the window is an endless black forest. Under the moonlight, it looks like a dark abyss.
Chapter completed!