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

On the screen, Draco had walked into the magic pond in Lucius\'s painful eyes.

The liquid medicine tumbling in the magic pond surged all over Draco, and the khaki liquid swallowed him completely in a flash.

"Apparition!"

Voldemort appeared on the edge of the pool.

He was chanting an ancient spell, a red light shot out from the wand, and the boiling liquid medicine shot into the magic pond.

The liquid medicine tumbling more violently, the khaki liquid took on a **** color.

Draco let out a muffled grunt in the magic pond, and then all his voice was swallowed by the liquid medicine.

"Do not!"

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

He knelt down before the magic pond, with his hands on the edge of the magic pond, staring at the slightest movement in the pond.

Time goes by every second.

The only thing Lucius was fortunate about was that at least none of the bones emerged from the pool.

"Not bad," Voldemort smiled, as he expected, Draco withstood the initial shock.

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

Lucius rushed over and crawled.

He knelt before Voldemort, begging humblely, "Master, please, master, please."

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

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 far worse than your son."

"Please, Master, I am willing to pay all the price."

Lucius climbed to Voldemort\'s feet again, he held Voldemort\'s feet, "Master, please, forgive Draco."

Voldemort kicked Lucius again.

"Old man, you have lost your ambition, don\'t block Draco\'s path."

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

Voldemort sneered, "These should be your tasks, aren\'t they?"

Voldemort\'s words made Lucius seem to be struck by lightning.

He fell to the ground weakly, in a panic, and completely lost his usual calmness. He murmured to himself, "I am useless...I didn\'t complete the task...I killed Draco...It\'s all my fault..."

"All right."

Voldemort knelt down, patted Lucius on the shoulder, and comforted, "Old man, don\'t worry. I am very optimistic about Draco. He is different from you. He is still young. He has ambition and potential. He can Survived."

Lucius grabbed a life-saving straw, and he pulled Voldemort\'s sleeve.

"Master... Draco... can Draco really get through..."

"Of course." Voldemort said affirmatively, that scarlet gaze was about to penetrate Lucius.

"I am very optimistic about Draco, I will not be wrong."

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

Voldemort smiled. "Soon, Draco will come out of the magic pond. By then, he will gain my trust and he will be your glory."

As if being comforted, Lucius slowly calmed down. He said cautiously, "Lord...Master...I want to stay here, I want to guard Draco."

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

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

There was a warning in Voldemort\'s eyes, "Old man, I think you won\'t make any more mistakes you shouldn\'t make, right."

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

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, "Then, trouble you, old man."

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

Listening to this, Lucius shuddered and nodded hurriedly.

"Apparition!"

Voldemort nodded slightly and disappeared into the air.

With a plop, Lucius fell to the ground again. He looked at the magic pond with concern. The only thing that made him thankful was that at least it was all right now.

"Nagini, this is funny, right?"

Voldemort appeared again in the dimly lit room.

He looked at the giant snake entrenched next to the armchair, and said with interest, "It\'s really an interesting relationship between father and son."

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

Voldemort sat back in the chair, put his hands on the armrests, and continued talking ~www.novelhall.com~ At that time, I was still called Tom Riddle. "

He raised his head slightly, his thoughts have drifted into the distant ancient past.

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

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

...

Tom Riddle, as a kid who grew up in a Muggle orphanage, he even admired his father at the beginning.

Tom Riddle has an extraordinary aptitude since he was a child. He has read many books since he was a child and has a wide range of knowledge. This made him think highly of himself and think he was superior.

Since he was a child, he has imagined that he is a troubled noble son. One day, his father will bring the housekeeper and servant to find the orphanage.

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

His father would tell him how hard he tried to find him in orphanages all over the UK.

Now, he came to take him home.

It must be like this, and Tom Riddle is convinced of this, as it is written in the collection of the orphanage dean.

After reading all the books of the dean, he came up with the most reasonable explanation for his life experience.

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

However, he quickly decided that he would not be awkward.

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

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