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

The liquid that was tumbling in the magic pool surged around Draco, and the earthy yellow liquid completely engulfed him in just a moment.

"Phantom Migration!"

Voldemort appears at the edge of the pool.

He recited an ancient incantation in his mouth, and a red light shot out of his wand, and the boiling potion shot into the magic pool.

The liquid tumbled even more violently, and the earthy yellow liquid took on a touch of blood.

Draco let out a muffled grunt in the pool, and all sounds were swallowed up by the potion.

"No!"

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

He knelt down in front of the magic pool, his hands propped up on the edge of the magic pool, and his eyes widened at the slightest movement in the pool.

Time passed by second by second.

The only thing Lucius was glad for was that at least none of the bones had come up from the pool.

"Not bad," Voldemort smiled, as he expected, as Draco weathered the initial impact.

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

Lucius rushed over.

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

Voldemort kicked Lucius away, and he said nonchalantly, "Old man, you're really old. I can smell the rotten stench of your 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's. ”

"Please, master, I am willing to pay for anything. ”

Lucius climbed to Voldemort's feet again, and he held Voldemort's feet, "Please, master, forgive Draco." ”

Voldemort kicked Lucius away again.

"Old man, you've lost your ambition, don't stand in Draco's way. ”

He looked at Lucius with contempt, "If you had Draco's consciousness, you wouldn't need him to take it on for you. ”

Voldemort sneered, "These should have been your missions, weren't they?"

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

He fell to the ground weakly, in a panic, completely losing his usual composure. He muttered to himself, "It's me who is useless.... It's me who didn't complete the task .... I hurt Draco..... It's all my fault....."

"Alright. ”

Voldemort crouched down, patted Lucius on the shoulder, and comforted, "Don't worry, old man. I'm very optimistic about Draco, he's not like you, he's young, he's ambitious, he's got potential, he's going to get through it. ”

Lucius grabbed a straw as he tugged at Voldemort's sleeve.

"The host.... Draco... Will Draco really get through it..."

"Of course. Voldemort said with certainty, and the scarlet gaze was about to pierce Lucius.

"I'm bullish on Draco, I can't be mistaken. ”

Voldemort pulled Lucius up from the ground and patted him lightly on the shoulder, "Old man, you're a little tired, you can go and rest first." ”

Voldemort smiled, "Soon, Draco will be coming out of the pool." At that time, he will gain my trust, and he will be your glory. ”

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

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

He made a boo gesture and whispered, "You can stay here, but remember, don't bother Draco." ”

Voldemort's eyes revealed warning, "I don't think you're going to make any more mistakes you shouldn't have made, right?" ”

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

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, "Well, I'm sorry for you, 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 busily.

"Phantom Migration!"

Voldemort nodded slightly, and disappeared into thin air.

With a thud, Lucius sat down on the ground again, looking at the magic pool worriedly, the only thing that made him glad was that at least for now, it was all right.

"Nagini, that's interesting, right?"

Voldemort reappeared in the dimly lit room.

He looked at the giant snake entrenched next to the armchair and said with interest, "What an interesting father-son relationship. ”

"Speaking of which, I seem to have had this experience when I was younger. ”

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

He tilted his head slightly, his thoughts drifting to the distant past.

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

"At that time.... I'm too...."Voldemort didn't continue, he shook his head slightly, "It's all over... That's Tom Riddle's past, not mine. ”

......

Tom Riddle, as a child who grew up in a Muggle orphanage, even admired his father at first.

Tom Riddle has had extraordinary qualifications since he was a child, and he has been well-read and knowledgeable since he was a child. This made him think very highly of himself and think that he was superior to others.

Since he was a child, he had imagined that he was a noble son in distress, and one day, his father would take the housekeeper and servants to find the orphanage.

His father would confess bitterly and tell him that it was because of the tyranny of his grandparents that they broke up a loving couple and let him live on the streets.

His father would tell him how he had gone through great trouble searching orphanages all over England to find him.

Now, he's coming to pick him up.

It must be so, Tom Riddle was convinced of this, and the books of the orphanage director were all written in it.

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

He even fantasized about what his father would do when he came to pick him up like this. Does he need to do what is written in the book, shirk and make a fuss.

However, he quickly decided that he would not make a fuss.

As long as his father sincerely confessed to him and came to take him home, he would forgive his father.

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