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Chương 20: nagini past 2: extension of Voldemort

Then came the night of the third task.

Nagini watched from the shadows as the boy was transported to the graveyard, clutching the Triwizard Cup, unknowingly led to his doom. Her master, still a wretched, weak form, had been waiting for this moment. She could feel the anticipation in him, his excitement vibrating through the air as Wormtail dragged Potter toward the tombstone of Tom Riddle Sr. The ritual began—dark magic swirling, a life-force exchange that would restore Voldemort to his body.

Nagini slithered closer, drawn by the scent of blood, by the tang of magic that filled the night air. She watched as Voldemort rose from the cauldron, fully restored, his body no longer bound to the parasitic existence he had endured for so long. He stood tall, his skeletal form once again imposing, the power radiating from him like a dark storm.

And yet, even in his victory, even as the Death Eaters appeared one by one to grovel at his feet, Nagini could feel it—the undercurrent of fear, a fear Voldemort would never acknowledge. Potter had survived again. He had escaped, just as he had all those years ago.

She coiled nearby, watching as the boy vanished from the graveyard, leaving behind the Dark Lord in his triumph—and his fury.

Voldemort's rage was palpable, simmering beneath the surface as he ordered his Death Eaters to spread the word of his return. But Nagini knew the truth. The boy had escaped once more, and despite his resurrection, despite his newfound strength, there remained an uncertainty, a vulnerability within Voldemort that even he could not suppress.

Nagini's perspective shifted then, a deeper understanding dawning on her as she observed her master. The boy had power, something beyond magic alone. Voldemort could not simply kill him. He had tried, and he had failed. And if Harry Potter continued to survive, to defy him, then perhaps, just perhaps, there was a way to unravel this dark bond between them. Perhaps the boy held the key to her freedom.

But for now, she remained in the shadows, watching and waiting, biding her time as Voldemort moved closer to his final conquest.

A year passed in a blur of bloodshed and ambition. She watched as he gathered followers, as his name spread like wildfire through the wizarding world, a name that would strike fear into the hearts of even the bravest wizards. Nagini was there through it all, lurking in the shadows, carrying out his will in silence, all while losing herself more and more to the beast within

Nagini had long accepted her servitude, the chains of her existence tightening with each passing year. But there was one moment—one irreversible moment—when her fate intertwined with Voldemort's in a way she hadn't foreseen. She became more than just a companion or a tool. She became part of his very soul.

It happened on a night filled with cold winds and whispers of dark magic, deep in the heart of the forest . Voldemort had been quieter than usual, his mind working through complex thoughts that she couldn't quite grasp. She had coiled nearby, keeping herself hidden, blending into the dark earth like a living shadow.

But then the night turned darker.

Voldemort summoned her to him, his voice curling into the night like the tendrils of smoke from a smoldering fire. "Nagini," he called in Parseltongue, and despite the weight of his voice, she felt compelled to respond. She slithered toward him, her body gliding silently over the fallen leaves, her tongue flickering in and out as she sensed the growing malice in the air.

His eyes gleamed with something more dangerous than usual, more intense. And when she reached him, she saw the gleam of the object in his hand—a small, blood-red stone, pulsating with a dark magic she could barely comprehend. It radiated with power, ancient and forbidden, and as she drew closer, the air itself seemed to tremble with anticipation.

"You will be more than my servant, Nagini," he hissed softly, his voice laced with an eerie kind of affection. "You will become part of me forever."

Her body tensed, though she didn't fully understand what he meant. But there was no escape—not from this, not from him. Voldemort lifted his wand, and in that moment, the forest around them seemed to disappear, swallowed by the swirling force of magic so dark, it threatened to choke the very air they breathed.

The ritual began.

She watched in growing terror as he drew from his own soul, splitting it with a terrible precision, his face contorting in pain, but his eyes never leaving hers. It was agony for him, but she knew this was no act of mercy. He was using her—taking her to a place she could never return from. Her mind screamed in protest, but her body, her will, bent beneath the weight of his power.

Then, with a dark incantation whispered into the night, Voldemort reached out and bound a fragment of his soul to hers.

The moment the magic hit her, it was as if her very essence had been ripped apart and rebuilt. She felt the split, the tear, as a searing pain coursed through her mind, through every fiber of her being. She writhed in silent agony, unable to scream, unable to voice the horror of what had just happened. The part of her that had once been human, once fought so desperately to hold onto her past self, was now forever entangled with his dark soul.

Nagini had become a Horcrux.

She was no longer just a cursed woman trapped in a snake's body. She was something far worse. A vessel. A prison. A living extension of Voldemort's own soul. And with that, any fleeting hope of regaining her freedom seemed to fade, swallowed by the darkness that now surged through her veins.

From that moment on, she understood her role fully. Voldemort had ensured that she would never escape him—not through death, not through time. As long as he lived, a part of her would remain bound to him. And should he die, should the world rise against him and destroy him, that part of her would still endure, hidden within her very core.

She had no choice but to obey. No choice but to carry his darkness with her wherever she went. The curse that had once stolen her humanity now seemed almost merciful in comparison to the fate she had just inherited.

But still, somewhere deep within her, there was a whisper of defiance. She had been bound to this dark lord, but even Voldemort, for all his power, was not invincible.

Perhaps, one day, someone—some force stronger than his—would come for him again.

And when that day came, perhaps she could be free. Or perhaps, she could play her part in his destruction. After all, she knew more of him than any other living creature. She was his most trusted, most beloved creation.

But trust, Nagini thought, was a fragile thing. Even for a creature bound by soul.

The years had hollowed her out, leaving only a shell—a creature twisted by dark magic, her soul shackled to the most malevolent force the wizarding world had ever known. Nagini was more than Voldemort's pet; she was his living Horcrux, a fragment of his soul burning within her, reducing her humanity to faint embers beneath layers of cold, reptilian instinct. Over time, her thoughts blurred, no longer her own but a dark reflection of his, the line between master and servant almost erased

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Author's pov

Answer the below questions:-

Just asking which compilation is better

Power system will be adjusted accordingly

just think just choose 1 or more :

1. Labyrinth of slave harem × redo of healer

2. 1 + overlord without Nazarick

3. 1 + how a realistic hero

4. 1 + Shield hero without waves

5. All in one or you customise one

Next choose which plot is better :

1. Mc got a summoning response and use it .

He is summoned by Elisha Elfrieden in alone as their kingdom can't handle aggression anymore , her husband died , now mc start kingdom building also found that this world is compilation of multiple others.

2. Mc got permanent portal world travel card.

He find himself in jioral kingdom, purchase setsuna but at same time he found another who he is familiar with . She was Elisha ( realistic hero) and her daughter. Purchase them found they are war slaves , found their identity was not known to others , he then save some others of original characters .

3. Similar to 2 but this time he found Mirellia Q Melromarc as slave or save her during some quest .

4. Mc got summoned as shield hero, no waves, but battle with demons , some conspiracy etc. Upsuring happened, mc saves Mirella and her daughter and takes them as slaves . Travelling dungeons with planning revenge for his slaves or something similar.

5. All above with some adjustments

1

6. Write your customize plot

Choose the one which will take first with other happened afterwards


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