Before this, Voldemort had never thought that there was such a wonderful substance in this world.

A substance that invades world after world, and no one can stop it.

As soon as he heard the word "white frost", he couldn't help but fall in love with this thing.

"This is what my dear son earned for me." The voice did not come out from the tall and thin man's body, but came from the crown on his head.

"Are you ready?"

The tall and thin man nodded in fear and trembled: "Master, I am ready."

"Then take up your wand," the voice from the tiara commanded.

The man pulled out his wand.

A wand made by Gregorovitch, made of silver basswood, protected by a red marble handle and with a purple gem inlaid at the bottom. It was a very exquisite wand, but it had signs of not being maintained for a long time, and was dusty, dirty, and covered with greasy finger marks.

"I allow you to recite a spell." The crown continued to command.

The man's voice was husky, and he waved his wand.

"The bones of the world, thrown out as an anchor."

A golden light poured out from the tip of the wand, brilliant and dazzling, fell into the bottle and merged with the white frost.

The man shuddered.

"The source of magic power, used as bait."

A silver light also flowed out from the tip of the wand, delicate and exquisite, entwining the golden light and also merging with the white frost.

It seems to have great appeal.

Those materialized white frost particles surged and gathered around the silver magic.

The man's face turned painful and his voice became weak.

"Concrete people, sign the contract."

Another golden light.

But not with the man, but from the crown, falling into the bottle, and intertwined with the white frost.

As a purely magical phenomenon.

Whether it is the research of the Ain and El elves or Voldemort's exploration during this period, they have confirmed that the white frost has a certain natural consciousness, but it has not derived a specific consciousness. This consciousness is like a tree's desire for sunlight and rain, an instinct engraved on it, rather than an autonomous behavior.

And they respond dramatically to active energy.

Just like they keep chasing the Ain'El elves.

Magic power is also one of the energies they crave.

Having consciousness but no autonomous awareness is like having a brain but not being smart enough.

Voldemort is good at controlling people's hearts and has developed such a spell.

The man was in even greater pain, his magic power was constantly being drained.

The hoarfrost in the bottle multiplies and is born continuously.

The voice in the crown was delighted: "What a wonderful ability."

The man suddenly stopped struggling.

The man did not resist, could not resist, as Voldemort took over his body.

"Hellfire." He waved his wand and chanted the Fiercefire Curse.

Magic power surges.

A cluster of gray flames spurted out and fell to the ground, but unlike ordinary fierce fire, it did not have high temperature. Instead, it extracted temperature bit by bit, and white frost and ice crystals quickly covered the surface.

He waved his wand again.

The flames disappeared immediately.

The temperature in this small cave immediately rose again.

Voldemort wanted to say something else.

On the table, a crystal ball was shining.

Voldemort waved his wand, hiding the contents of the table except for a small bottle of white frost which was displayed as a sample.

It also removes the magic that covers the crystal ball.

“Just as you predicted.” Eredin’s face appeared, and he got straight to the point and said, “Harry has returned to Ciri’s world.”

"Really?" Voldemort nodded, looking pleased.

"Are you ready?" Eredin asked again, looking down on him like a king talking to his subjects.

The man was being controlled, his expression remained unchanged, and Voldemort's voice remained calm: "Of course, of course, this plan was proposed by me early on."

"Now we just have to wait for an opportunity."

"But, my dear Lord Eredin, Potter is very perceptive. You have to be willing to give up."

Eredin's expression did not change. "Ilerith is the greatest warrior and he will make the greatest contribution to our success."

"Don't worry, nothing will go wrong with me."

Imlerith is a master warrior among the Ain'El elves and the core commander of the Wild Hunt. His status is even higher than that of Caranthir.

He is also the main commander in the search for Ciri, and the person with the most and closest connections to the demon hunter world.

Eredin paused and looked at the bottle on the table: "How is the research on White Frost going?"

"Still no breakthrough at all?"

Voldemort shook his head. "Of course not."

"Now I can use magic to temporarily manipulate the white frost."

He waved his wand.

The stopper of the sample bottle opened, and the white frost inside flew out and condensed in the air, but it was restrained and did not spread.

Eredin's eyes lit up.

Voldemort waved his wand again.

The white frost turned into a flying bird, a giant snake, and a fire dragon, and finally flowed back into the bottle and was sealed by the cork.

"Like this." Voldemort said softly, "But this is just a very rough way of suppressing the white frost with magic. It is far from being able to use it formally."

About how he had signed a covenant with Bai Shuang and had almost perfectly mastered the power of Bai Shuang.

Voldemort did not tell anyone.

Of course, just these things he showed were enough to satisfy Eredin.

This is the result that the Ain'El elves have been unable to achieve even after thousands of years of research on white frost.

The magic of this world is truly amazing.

Mind is power.

"This is already very good." Eredin could not suppress his excitement and his tone became arrogant. "Voldemort, you have done very well. You will become the most respectable and greatest friend in the history of Ain'er."

"You will also become the most respectable and greatest friend among the Death Eaters." Voldemort responded to him calmly.

Eredin 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 cast a spell on the crystal ball again. Even though Eredin could monitor it secretly, everything he saw was an illusion created by magic.

"Hoarfrost," Voldemort whispered, maneuvering the man away from the table.

"With this power, I should be able to contend 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 had melted, as if spring had come.

In Hogwarts.

Dumbledore frowned. Beside him squatted McGonagall, Snape, Sprout, and Professor Flitwick, the only professor standing among all the professors - even when he was standing, he looked about the same height as Uma.

They stared at the cursed little guy and used their knowledge to analyze his situation as best as possible.

Yennefer sat aside, holding a book, looking at them coldly.