Harry Potter: Super Magic God

She smiled, "Don't worry, it will be fine soon, as long as you come out of that pool, you can get the honor and power bestowed by the Dark Lord.??"

She licked her lips excitedly, her eyes sparkling with anticipation, "Draco, dear boy, when you come out of the pool. You will be the Dark Lord's most valued child, and you will be crowned with glory. "

Bellatrix reached out to stroke Draco's head.

Draco took a few steps forward, letting go of the woman's outstretched hand.

He walked to the edge of the pool, looked at the tumbling medicinal liquid in the pool, and said in a flat tone, "You can go first."

Bellatrix withdrew her hand in the air, and she smiled softly, "Good luck!"

Then turned around and walked out of the room.

Lucius was silent for a while, and after confirming that Bellatrix had left, he took out his wand and cast a soundproofing spell.

He looked at Draco nervously and said eagerly, "Draco, there is still a chance, you should leave quickly."

Lucius stared uneasily, fearing that Wormtail and Bellatrix would burst in again.

"I left here, what do you do?"

Draco didn't look back, he continued to look at the magic pool in front of him with a calm tone.

A trace of struggle flashed across Lucius' face, "Drake, I have no future, this is my own fault."

"As long as I'm still useful, the Dark Lord won't kill me, you don't need to care about that." He said with a trembling voice, excitedly, "Draco, you have a future, and the Malfoys have a future. You You can get out of here and hide with your mother."

He said in a fast tone, "You can go abroad, I still have some money in the Muggle world, these are the back roads I prepared before."

Lucius was fortunate that Malfoy's family training made him always know that at any time, he would prepare some retreats. As long as there is a way out, the Malfoy family has a future.

"You can go to avoid the limelight, you can..."

"Where's the future?" Malfoy interrupted his father roughly.

He turned his head and looked at his father indifferently, "Dad, why do you think that if I leave here, I will have a future?"

Malfoy said indifferently, "The Malfoy family has always been a staunch pure-blood family, and we have always supported the Dark Lord. Dad, why do you naively think that as long as I avoid the limelight, I can escape all this?"

Lucius frowned, "Anyway, as long as you don't become a descendant of the Dark Lord, you still have freedom and a chance to choose."

"Draco," Lucius said with a hint of supplication, "you go, get out of here."

"Dad, you are old!"

Malfoy shook his head in disappointment.

"There is no freedom in this world. If you want to get something, you have to give something else."

He said sharply, "Arthur Weasley was your target, you didn't kill him, did you."

With a hint of annoyance on Lucius' face, he said angrily, "It's none of your business."

"It may not be my business, but Ron Weasley nearly killed me,"

Malfoy said bitterly, "I am the most talented wizard of the Malfoy family for decades. After entering Hogwarts, I have never slackened. I used all my strength to pursue power,"

"But I did,"

He gritted his teeth and said, "I almost died at the shameful hands of that pure-blood family. I lost to him. Just because he was lucky, he took refuge with George Soros early."

Malfoy said angrily, "He has the guidance of George Soros, so even if he is a mediocrity and a waste, his strength still surpasses mine."

"If I rely on myself alone, I will never be able to catch up with him for the rest of my life."

There was a fierce cold in his eyes, "The family motto of the Malfoy family, strength is everything,

The weak are no different. "

"So?"

Malfoy said fiercely, "Dad, do you think I can keep succumbing to Weasley's feet like this? Do you think I can be like those lowly wizards, willing to be reduced to an ordinary person?"

.....

In a dimly lit room.

The fireplace in the room was burning with a roaring bonfire, and the firewood in the fireplace made crackling sounds from time to time, and a faint incense filled the whole room.

A tall, slender figure was sitting quietly on a luxurious carved armchair.

The man leaned back on the chair and gently stroked a giant snake cradled by the armrest with one hand.

In front of him, a halo projected by magic, like a screen, showed all the conversations between Draco and Lucius, bit by bit, in front of his eyes.

Voldemort's face was paler than a skeleton, and his two big eyes were shining with scarlet light, and he was watching the father-son farce on the screen with relish.

With his slender fingers, he caressed the giant snake casually, and said softly, "I didn't expect that my old buddy Lucius has completely lost his ambition."

"It's a pity, I thought he was a smart man."

Voldemort shook his head and said dissatisfiedly, "I forgave him for his failures again and again, and gave him youth and strength, but he didn't grow at all."

There was a hint of disgust on Voldemort's face, "Aging is really a terrible thing. The aging of body and mind is more terrible than death. I can even smell the same old and rotten stench from Dumbledore from Lucius. "

He said contemptuously, "Mortals will die, even if their bodies have not decayed, their wills and souls are already full of rotten stench."

"Draco is a good boy."

Voldemort continued to look at the screen projected by the magic, and said with interest, "Maybe I should give him more expectations."

He lowered his head and looked into the eyes of the giant snake, "Nagini, do you think Draco can survive the greatest effect of the magic pool?"

The giant serpent made a hissing, hissing sound with its forked tongue.

"Do you think he can't do it?"

Voldemort raised his head and continued to look at the magic projection. He said slowly, "I think he has a good chance of making it through. He is indeed a cub, but it is precisely because he is young that he has boundless ambition. Once The body and soul are old, and even if they have powerful magic, they are only lingering bodies."

Voldemort smiled, "I can see the vitality and vitality in his eyes, and there is a strong ambition and a strong unwillingness in his eyes."

Voldemort paused and continued, "Since he has caught my attention, as a reward, I'm going to give him a chance."