Harry Potter: From Muggle Cousin to Conceptual Wizard

Chapter 136 Naturally Immune to Aphrodisiacs, One Day Parasite in the Belly!

Ecclesia watched as Voldemort's main spirit drank the entire potion, her eyes gleaming with delight.

She's about to turn the tables and become the master of her own destiny!

However, the closer you get to success, the more cautious you need to be.

She needs to play it safe!

"Master, how are you feeling?" Eckeris asked calmly.

"Snapped!"

Voldemort's main spirit relented, and the long-necked glass flask fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

"Hiss... How does it feel? I feel great! My little beauty! Come and get close to me!"

Voldemort's main spirit shook the Brazilian python's body, and the sharp look in his scarlet eyes became hazy, as if he were in a state of confusion and bewilderment.

"Hahahaha!"

Ecclesia finally couldn't hold back her laughter and burst into tears, abandoning her pretense. "Voldemort, you've finally met your match! You wanted me to get close to you? Dream on! Now it's my turn to be the master, Ecclesia!"

Ecclesia pulled out a chair and sat down, her expression haughty and devoid of any trace of humility. She scornfully looked at Voldemort, who was hopelessly under the influence of the love potion, and commanded in a shrill voice:

"Come here and lick my feet! Release yourself from all control and submit to me! Ahahaha!"

Voldemort's master was speechless.

He had originally intended to tease this disloyal subordinate, but he hadn't expected him to be so arrogant and so oblivious to being teased.

His interest vanished completely, leaving only an overwhelming sense of cruelty and darkness.

The Brazilian python, which was being parasitized by Voldemort's main soul, did not make any violent movements. It was laughing wildly when Voldemort's main soul was about to seduce Erklis. Suddenly, Erklis fell silent and collapsed to the ground, her forehead covered in sweat.

A sharp, deep pain instantly overwhelmed Ecclesia's senses.

This is a literal interpretation.

From the moment Voldemort first encountered Ecclesia, he placed an incredibly secretive, powerful, and difficult-to-resolve curse within her spinal cord.

With just a thought, he could cause Ecclesia unbearable pain, draining her of even the strength to cry out.

"Ercris, you certainly know how to concoct a good potion!"

Once Ecclesia had recovered from the first wave of intense pain, Voldemort's main spirit flicked its tongue and spoke in a sinister tone.

Where was there any trace of bewilderment or lust in those strange, scarlet eyes?

Eckeris's eyes widened, utterly despondent. She knew she had lost her gamble, that she had failed, that the pheasant would never become a phoenix, and that she would be possessed by someone else.

Voldemort's main spirit ignored Ecclesia's despair and continued speaking, rubbing salt into her wounds:

"Don't you think I don't even care about the curse in unicorn blood? Do you think I'd fall for your love potion?"

You think that a love potion, a magical substance that affects the mind and consciousness, can influence me? You think you can control me with it?

What a naive idea!

Oh, I forgot to tell you, I'm naturally immune to love potions! Hehehehe!

Voldemort's main spirit grinned sinisterly, then inflicted another wave of excruciating pain on Ecclesiastes, one that went deep into her bones.

Taking advantage of Erkris's intense pain and the complete collapse of her mental defenses, Voldemort's main soul swiftly transformed into a wisp of black smoke, emerging from the body of the Brazilian python and directly entering Erkris's body.

This time, Voldemort chose a very tricky location.

Instead of choosing a more obvious spot like the back of the head, he settled down on Ecclesia's abdomen.

Unable to get up from the ground and enduring extreme pain, Ecclesia was completely unaware that her flat and smooth abdomen was being torn and deformed.

This pain was nothing compared to the curse that the volcano had placed upon her.

Beneath the hospital gown, red light and black mist intertwined.

Ecclesia's navel ripped open horizontally, splitting into Voldemort's new, grotesque mouth.

Three and a half inches above the new monstrous mouth, two symmetrically distributed blood holes slowly emerged, filled with Eckeris's blood, gradually transforming into two strange, red, glass-like eyeballs.

As for a nose, Voldemort didn't need one.

With eyes and a mouth generated, Voldemort's parasitic modification was complete.

As time goes by, and as Voldemort's main spirit absorbs the magic and life force from Ecclesia's body, Ecclesia's fair skin will slowly turn into ugly, hardened, bluish skin, starting from the area on her abdomen where Voldemort's main spirit resides.

If Voldemort's main soul were to unrestrainedly absorb life force, Ecclesia would, like Quirrell in the underground vault, rapidly develop wrinkles all over her body, age quickly, and die.

"Hiss hahaha! You actually went to find the unicorn and fell victim to the curse attached to the unicorn's horn ray."

It seems I have to be nicer to you, otherwise I'd really feel bad for all your fruitless efforts!

Voldemort's main spirit, through the gaping mouth formed from Erkris's navel, emitted a foul sound and then ceased its agonizing punishment of Erkris.

Judging from Voldemort's words, it seems he had a change of heart and let Ecclesia go.

In reality, Voldemort's main soul discovered that Erkris's current physical condition was not optimistic and could not withstand further strain. Considering the continued use of his current host, he temporarily spared Erkris and entered a dormant state.

Ecclesia lay on the cold floor of the dispensing room for a long, long time.

It took him a long time to recover and slowly get up from the ground.

She had already sensed the abnormality in her abdomen, and her expression was extremely ugly. Looking down, she saw the deformed Brazilian python corpse that had completely lost its life force and had almost turned into a bluish-black color.

My mood became even more desperate.

She seemed to have already seen her future.

The fate of this giant python is her future end.

Ecclesia gritted her teeth, trying to convince herself to accept her current desperate situation, to survive, and to look for a possible turning point in the future.

Just when I had finally calmed down a bit, I suddenly felt my belly button start moving and talking on its own.

"Hurry up and heal your injuries, then get me a magic stone to concoct an elixir of immortality and a body-regenerating potion! The longer you delay, the closer you get to death!"

Voldemort's cold and ruthless words pulled Ecclesia back to the chilling reality.

She found the healing and nourishing potions she had previously prepared on the medicine table, picked up two bottles, and drank them down.

Once she felt a little better, she used the Vanishing Charm to clean up the Brazilian python's corpse on the ground, straightened her clothes to make sure her abdomen was completely covered so that no one could see anything unusual from the outside.

He then composed himself, picked up the remaining potions, and slowly left the potion room to seek Madam Pomfrey's help for intensive treatment.

From now on, she won't be able to wear sexy crop tops anymore.

Furthermore, one must be extremely careful during treatment and ensure that no one sees their abdomen.