Harry Potter: Super Magic God

He pulled a slender wand from his clothes. ?Net≠

On the screen, Draco had walked into the magic pool under Lucius' painful eyes.

The tumbling medicinal liquid in the magic pool surged around Draco, and the khaki liquid completely engulfed him in just an instant.

"Phantom Shift!"

Voldemort appeared on the edge of the magic pool.

With an ancient spell in his mouth, a red light shot out from the wand, and the boiling liquid was shot into the magic pool.

The medicinal liquid tumbled more violently, and the khaki liquid took on a touch of blood.

Draco groaned in the magic pool, and then all the sound was swallowed up by the liquid medicine.

"Do not!"

Lucius shouted, and he rushed frantically to the edge of the pool.

He knelt down in front of the magic pool, put his hands on the edge of the magic pool, and stared at the slightest movement in the pool with wide eyes.

Time passed by second by second.

Lucius was only fortunate that at least not a single pair of bones floated up from the pool.

"Not bad," Voldemort smiled, and as he expected, Draco had weathered the initial shock.

He said lightly, "It's up to you, Draco, I hope you can persevere."

Lucius rushed over with a rolling crawling.

He knelt before Voldemort and begged humbly, "Master, please, master, please."

Voldemort kicked Lucius away, and he said casually, "Old man, you are really old. I can smell the stench of corrupt soul from you."

Voldemort said lightly, "If you don't pay the price, you won't get anything in return."

He looked at Lucius gently, smiled and said, "Old man, your consciousness is much worse than your son."

"Please, Master, I am willing to pay any price."

Lucius climbed to Voldemort's feet again, holding Voldemort's feet, "Master, please, forgive Draco."

Voldemort kicked Lucius away again.

"You've lost your ambition, old man, stop standing in Draco's way."

He looked at Lucius contemptuously, "If you have Draco's consciousness, you don't need him to take care of this for you."

Voldemort sneered, "These are supposed to be your tasks, aren't they?"

Voldemort's words made Lucius feel like he was struck by lightning.

He fell weakly to the ground, in a panic, completely losing his usual calm. He murmured to himself, "I'm useless.... I didn't finish the task.... I killed Draco... It's all my fault..."

"All right."

Voldemort crouched down, patted Lucius on the shoulder, and comforted, "Don't worry, old man. I'm very optimistic about Draco, he's different from you, he's still young, he has ambition, he has potential, he can survived."

Lucius pulled on Voldemort's sleeve as if he was holding on to a life-saving straw.

"Master....Draco...Can Draco really survive..."

"Of course." Voldemort said with certainty, his scarlet eyes were about to penetrate Lucius.

"I'm very bullish on Draco, I can't go wrong."

Voldemort pulled Lucius up from the ground and patted his shoulder lightly, "Old man, you are a little tired, you can take a rest first."

Voldemort smiled. "Soon, Draco will come out of the magic pool. At that time, he will gain my trust and he will be your honor."

As if he was really comforted, Lucius's emotions slowly calmed down, and he said carefully, "Lord...Master...I want to stay here, I want to guard Draco."

"Okay," said Voldemort gently, "I allow you to stay here."

He made a hissing gesture and said softly, "You can stay here, but remember, don't disturb Draco."

Voldemort's eyes revealed a warning,

"Old man, I think, you won't make any more mistakes you shouldn't make, will you."

Lucius lowered his head and whispered, "Master, everything in the world will follow your instructions."

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, "Well, please, old man."

He smiled and said, "Take care of me, Draco, he's a good boy and I'm starting to like him."

Hearing this, Lucius shuddered and nodded hastily.

"Phantom Shift!"

Voldemort nodded slightly and disappeared into the air.

With a plop, Lucius fell to the ground again. He looked at the magic pool worriedly. The only thing that made him happy was that at least it was all right now.

"Nagini, this is fun, right?"

Voldemort reappeared in the dimly lit room.

He looked at the giant snake sitting beside the armchair, and said with great interest, "It's an interesting father-son relationship."

"Speaking of which, when I was young, I seemed to have had such an experience."

Voldemort sat back in his chair, put his hand on the armrest, and continued, "I was called Tom Riddle back then."

He raised his head slightly, and his thoughts had drifted to the distant ancient past.

"At that time, I was still a mortal with the feelings and thoughts of a mortal."

"At that time...me too..." Voldemort didn't go on, he shook his head lightly, "It's all over...that's Tom Riddle's past, not mine."

......

Tom Riddle, who grew up in a Muggle orphanage, even worshipped his own father in the beginning.

Tom Riddle was gifted with extraordinary qualities from an early age. He was well-read and knowledgeable from an early age. This made him think of himself as a superior man.

Since he was a child, he had imagined that he was a troubled noble boy. One day, his father would bring the housekeeper and servants to the orphanage.

His father would repent in pain and tears, telling him that it was because of the tyranny of his grandparents that they broke up their loving couple and let him live on the streets.

His father would tell him how he went to great lengths to find him in orphanages all over the UK.

Now, he came to take him home.

It must be so, Tom Riddle was so convinced of it that it was written in the library of the orphanage director.

He read all the dean's books and came up with the most reasonable explanation for his life experience.

He even fantasized about if his father came to pick him up like this. Does he need to shirk and make trouble as written in the book?

However, he quickly decided that he would not make trouble.

As long as his father sincerely repents to him and comes to take him home, he will forgive his father.

After all, he is a noble and generous person, and his father must have made an unintentional mistake.