11. The Legendary Tale Of Tooth Fairy

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Barty slowly and carefully poured the measured amount of fennel seed burned on a charcoal tablet in the cauldron, before sprinkling a pinch full of the powdered rose quartz in it. He checked on the temperature again, making sure it is just the right amount of heat before nodding, satisfied, and glanced at his Lord who was checking the time on a small pocket watch.

"After exactly 8 and half minutes, you will need to add the 2ml of fresh raindrops collected during the Full Moon, stir clockwise eleven times then add one anticlockwise stir then clockwise for another eleven times." 

Barty nodded, adjusting the timer on his wand before taking his seat beside the caldron making sure to keep careful eyes on it. "I transfigured his body into a femur and cremated it in the backyard of the house under a preservative charm, My Lord." Barty blurted out, keeping the bowl full of double terminated crystals on the table, "I overpowered the charm just to make sure it will last for a minimum a year or more, it will give us time to decide how to stage his death without the blame being on Death Eaters. I also have his assistant under Imperius, so that's a win, My Lord."

"You did well." Voldemort nodded, "This is a wise decision. We need to cover every aspect of our background before his death is discovered. When are you planning to take your revenge on your birth father?"

"My Lord," Barty gushed with stars in his eyes, "Thanks for sharing those covered-up secrets with me. I am going to have so much fun revealing them one by one after establishing my new identity. He won't be there to cover all his dirty deeds from the public anymore. Soon they will discover who is the real monster here. I can't believe how many innocent Wizards he imprisoned because either they had dark core or just were in the wrong place and wrong time."

Voldemort hummed, sighing, "People will always assume a Dark Wizard is the evil one unless we expose all these so-called good, light Wizards' misdeeds in the public. Anyway, who are you planning to be again?"

"Barthélemy Crouch. My own cousin, uncle's son, a squib. My 'father' left him somewhere in the Muggle World. I tracked him down and saw him working in a Muggle restaurant, he doesn't even remember his birth name. Another example of his splendid job which worked in my favor for once. Now no one alive knows about him anymore."

"This is perfect. You should go to the Gringotts and establish your new identity as soon as possible, you do not want anyone to link your arrival with his death."

"Yes My Lord. I have prepared everything. Homeschooled, has been traveling around the World to learn new Magic. I will go to Gringotts to establish my identity this evening, My Lord. Only if I didn't have to redo my OWLs, NEWTs, and masters as well. And they won't give me a report back on a date." Barty complained. The alarm rang, so Barty rushed to add the raindrops and stirred as required. Voldemort monitored everything carefully then nodded, pleased that the advanced healing potion for his new body is being brewed adequately.

"After exactly 3 minutes, a silver mist will start emerging. You will need to remove it from the heat and add the two frozen ashwinder eggs soaked overnight in dittany when it does. Then it needs to be cooled down for 52 hours before the next steps." Voldemort said without a second glance to the diary where he listed all the steps of the potion he invented for his Body Recreation with advanced healing. Barty murmured affirmative, adjusting his timer again.

"You could always say that you've lost your old ones in some accident while traveling." Voldemort offered, picking up their conversation where it was left behind. Unlike what people say, he has always liked to listen to his people's problems and offer help or advice when he can. He wasn't given the title 'Dark Lord' for just fun or show-off, he is always more than ready to fulfill all the responsibilities that come with it. And that included listening to his people's problems and taking care of them as well.

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