Eris watched as Voldemort's main soul drank all the potion. Her eyes sparkled, and she felt extremely pleased.
She was about to turn the tables and become the master!
However, the closer she got to success, the more cautious she had to be.
She needed to play it safe!
"Master, how do you feel?" Eris inquired calmly.
"Smash!"
Voldemort's main soul let go, and the long - necked glass flask fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
"Nang... How do I feel? I feel great, beauty! Come and get close to me!"
Voldemort's main soul wriggled the body of the Brazilian python. The sharp look in his scarlet eyes actually became blurred. He looked completely lovesick and disoriented.
"Hahaha!"
Eris finally couldn't hold back her laughter. She cast off her disguise. "Voldemort, you've finally come to this! Want me to get close to you? In your dreams! Now it's my turn, Eris, to be the master!"
Eris pulled out a chair and sat down, looking extremely arrogant. There was no trace of humility left. She sneered at the love - potion - affected Voldemort in the form of a strange snake and shrieked an order:
"Come here and lick the top of my feet! Release all the means of control you have over me and submit to me! Ahahaha!"
Voldemort's main soul was rendered speechless.
He originally wanted to have some fun with this disloyal subordinate, but he didn't expect that this subordinate was so arrogant and couldn't take a joke.
His interest was completely gone, and only extreme cruelty remained.
There was no obvious movement from the Brazilian python parasitized by Voldemort's main soul. Eris, who was laughing wildly, waiting for Voldemort's main soul to fawn on her, suddenly fell silent and collapsed to the ground, with sweat pouring down her forehead.
An intense pain that went deep into the bone marrow instantly overwhelmed Eris' perception.
This was a literal description.
From the moment Voldemort's main soul met Eris, he had placed an extremely hidden, powerful, and persistent curse in Eris' spinal cord.
With just a thought, he could make Eris suffer so much that she wouldn't even have the strength to cry out.
"Eris, you're really good at brewing potions!"
After Eris recovered from the first wave of intense pain, Voldemort's main soul hissed, speaking in a sinister tone.
In those strange scarlet eyes, where was there any trace of blurriness and...?
Eris widened her eyes in despair. She knew she had lost the bet. She couldn't turn from a pheasant into a phoenix and was going to be parasitized.
Voldemort's main soul ignored Eris' despair and continued, adding insult to injury:
"Don't you even think about it. I don't even care about the curse in unicorn blood. Do you think I'll be affected by the love potion you brewed?
Do you think a potion that affects the spiritual consciousness can have an impact on me? And you can control me with it?
How naive!
Forgot to tell you, I'm naturally immune to the love potion! Hiss, hahaha!"
Voldemort's main soul cackled sinisterly and then inflicted another wave of bone - deep pain on Eris.
Taking advantage of the moment when Eris was enveloped in excruciating pain and her psychological defenses completely collapsed, Voldemort's main soul quickly transformed into a cloud of black smoke. It emerged from the body of the Brazilian python and directly burrowed into Eris's body.
This time, the location Voldemort chose was extremely tricky.
He no longer selected a more obvious part like the back of the head, but instead made his home in Eris's abdomen.
Lying on the ground, enduring extreme pain, Eris didn't even notice the tearing and distortion happening in her flat and smooth abdomen.
Compared to the curse Voldemort had cast on her, this kind of pain was a mere trifle.
Under the hospital gown, red light and black mist intertwined.
Eris's navel tore horizontally, splitting into a new strange mouth for Voldemort's main soul.
Three and a half inches above the new strange mouth, two symmetrically distributed blood holes slowly appeared. Eris's blood filled them and gradually transformed into two strange red-glazed eyes.
As for a nose, Voldemort didn't need such a thing.
After the eyes and mouth were formed, Voldemort's parasitic transformation work was considered complete.
As time went by and Voldemort's main soul siphoned the magic power and vitality from Eris's body, her fair skin would begin to transform from the abdomen where the main soul was parasitic, gradually turning into ugly, hard, cyan skin.
If Voldemort's main soul wantonly absorbed vitality without restraint, Eris would be like Quirrell in the underground vaults before. Wrinkles would quickly cover her entire body, she would age rapidly and step into death.
"Hiss, haha! You really went to look for a unicorn and got hit by the curse attached to the unicorn's horn ray.
It seems I have to be nicer to you, otherwise I'd really feel sorry for your fruitless hard work!"
Voldemort's main soul made an unpleasant sound through the big mouth formed by Eris's split navel, and then stopped punishing Eris with excruciating pain.
Judging from what Voldemort's main soul said, it seemed as if he had a conscience and let Eris off the hook.
But in fact, Voldemort's main soul found that Eris's current physical condition was not optimistic and couldn't stand any more torture. Out of consideration for the sustainable use of his current host, he temporarily let Eris go and entered a dormant state.
Eris lay on the cold floor of the potion - making room for a long, long time.
It was a long time before she regained a little strength and slowly got up from the ground.
She had already sensed the abnormality in her abdomen. With an extremely ugly expression, she looked down and saw the body of the deformed Brazilian python that had completely lost its vitality and was almost turning dark cyan.
Her mood became even more desperate.
She seemed to have seen her own future.
The end of this python would be her future fate.
Eris gritted her teeth tightly and tried to convince herself to accept the current desperate situation, hold on to her life and wait for a possible turn of events in the future.
After finally calming down a bit, she suddenly felt her navel move on its own and started to speak.
"Hurry up and recover from your injuries. Get The Philosopher's Stone for me and prepare the Elixir of Immortality and the body - revival potion! The longer you delay, the closer you are to death!"
The cold and heartless words of Voldemort's main soul pulled Eris back to the cold reality.
She found the healing potions and tonics she had prepared before on the potion - making table. She picked up two bottles and drank them down with her head tilted back.
After her body felt a bit better, she used the Vanishing Spell to clean up the body of the Brazilian python on the ground. She tidied up her upper - body clothes to make sure her abdomen was completely covered and there was no sign of anything unusual from the outside.
Then she adjusted her expression, picked up the remaining potions, and slowly walked out of the potion - making room to find Madam Pomfrey for more intensive treatment.
From now on, she couldn't wear sexy crop - tops anymore.
Moreover, she had to be extremely careful during the treatment and couldn't let anyone see her belly.