69novels Chapter 120 Chapter 120
Chapter 120 Chapter 120
Although Mr. Oakes had reminded him a long time ago that the pain of breaking the magic circle was far beyond human's tolerability, Severus still didn't expect it to be so painful.
When the old Mr. Oaks broke the magic power circulation in little Noah's body with his own hands, little Noah fell down in the magic circle with a plop as if his spine was slammed, and his whole body couldn't help twitching.
At the same time, the little guy let out a loud cry, and kept waving his chubby hands in the direction of Severus and Voldemort. "Sir!" Severus, who squatted on the ground in two quick steps, hung a hand stiffly over his son's head, turning his head to look at old Mr. Oakes, wanting to touch it but daring not to touch it.He looked like he was about to collapse!
Not even Voldemort could comfort him at this point, all his attention was taken away by his convulsive and howling son on the ground.
"This is a normal situation. You must stabilize yourself—don't be impulsive—otherwise all previous efforts may be wasted!" Old Mr. Oaks also had a somewhat unbearable expression on his face, but he still waved his wand calmly The spell entered little Noah's body, and at the same time signaled his temporary assistant Madam Pomfrey to pour bottle after bottle of potion on little Noah.
Seeing his son in such pain, but he was helpless, Severus, who could only stand by and watch, almost thought he was going to die of despair!He couldn't even stand at the moment, so he could only kneel and sit on the cold floor tiles in a mess, staring at the little man curled up in the magic circle with trembling lips, who was desperately reaching out to him, almost I thought I was going to cry.
Severus is not a person who likes to shed tears, he was beaten half to death by Tobias before, he just calmly found out the ointment and applied it himself, he knew that his mother could not save him, and he also knew that his father would never I will not stop the violence when I see him bleeding and injured.His tears had been shed many years ago... Before Severus gave birth to little Noah, he had been imitating in his mind how he would treat his child to make up for the hardships he suffered in childhood And pain—he thought he would put his child in his hands and love him...he thought...
His 'thought' was destined to become empty talk.
Seeing the little guy in the magic circle gradually stop sobbing and gritted his teeth silently, Severus felt his heart was shattered into pieces.
Voldemort, who had been standing silently behind him all this time, gently hugged him into his arms, "It's okay, honey, it's okay..." He kissed Severus' cold cheek, his voice dry and hoarse.
"Voldy, I'm not the one who needs to be comforted now." Severus stared at the twitching but silent little guy in the magic circle without blinking. "Why didn't he cry? I'd rather he Even if I cry, I don’t want him to be like this now..."
Voldemort's lips parted twice.Of course he knew why the little guy didn't cry... But, he really couldn't say it.
"Because he found that no matter how much he cried, it was useless." At this time, the old Mr. Oakes meddled in his business, "I didn't expect the little guy to inherit a rare ability of the Slytherin family. I always thought it was just a legend..."
Severus stared blankly, subconsciously turned to look at Voldemort.
Voldemort patted Severus on the shoulder reassuringly.
"It's something you're born with," said old Mr. Oaks in a positive tone, "one of the two abilities of the Slytherin family and the Parseltongue."
Voldemort nodded briefly, acknowledging Mr. Oakes' statement.
Old Mr. Oakes sighed a long time, "What a strong boy." He said with emotion from the bottom of his heart, "You have really hurt him."
Voldemort looked at the little guy struggling in the magic circle silently, unable to say a word for a long while.
Three hours later, this painful treatment for everyone present finally came to an end.
The old man jumped up in three steps at a time, and lowered his head to check the little guy who seemed to have just been fished out of the water by the magic circle.A happy smile soon appeared on his face, "It's really great, his magic power cycle has indeed been completely eliminated, and all the magic power in his body has been dispersed by the magic circle."
Voldemort's brows twitched slightly, "...Sir, do you mean that he won't be able to use magic from now on?"
"How is it possible? If we really want to do that, Merlin will blame us for being reckless!" The old man with white beard and white hair yelled strangely, and went to work on the little guy again, "Let the little guy take care of his body for two days first, When he gets better, I'll help him make up for his soul source—don't worry, that's what I'm good at.”
Old Mr. Oakes' words of affirmation made Voldemort and Severus both heave a sigh of relief... In any case, they couldn't accept that their child would become a real Squib.As the heir to the Duke of Darkness without any sporadic magical powers, Severus could already foresee the humiliation and ridicule his child might suffer!That is absolutely intolerable to him!
"Okay, you take the little guy to the little bed I specially prepared for him. I specially made that little bed for him, so that he can concentrate on it -- the little guy is very uncomfortable today." Old Mr. Oakes confirmed When little Noah in the magic circle left as he had expected, he was very satisfied, and quickly directed Voldemort and Severus to carry little Noah out of the magic circle.
Severus, who had been waiting anxiously for a long time, heard the old man let go, and almost flew towards him.
It's just that when he just touched the little guy's sweat-soaked robe, the little guy raised his sore and weak hand without any warning, and only heard a 'snap', he had already slammed Severus' hand opened.
"Noah?" Severus whispered in disbelief, and the faces of the others changed in shock.
Little Noah, who waved away his numb hand, struggled to move his little body, turned his back to his numb with the only little tail that could still see some flesh, and buried his little head in the aggrieved Weeping in his arms.
Just... I don't care about you!The world's most annoying papa and mama!
"Noah?!" Severus, who never imagined that one day he would be treated like this by his son, could hardly believe his eyes.
"Don't be sad, he's just angry with you." The red-eyed demon king, who could see through his son's temper at a glance, walked into the magic circle and dragged his lover up, then bent down and picked up the little guy. Fleurs protested and threw the little guy into his arms, "I know you have suffered a lot today, we all love you, your Daddy is so sad that he is about to cry, you still bully him?" The little guy's chubby little tail.
It's Mama!It's not a Daddy!
The little guy who had the tip of his tail pinched up and resisted, turned his head and swayed his chubby little snake tail to whip his bad poop!
——Obviously they were the ones who looked at him and ignored him and bullied him!
"Voldy!" Severus also hurriedly hugged his son and turned sideways, trying to avoid Voldemort pinching little Noah's hand, "You are too ignorant—what if you pinch the pain!"
Madam Pomfrey, who had packed up all the trivial things, stood by and smiled at them.
"Don't worry, I have my sense of proportion," Voldemort hugged Severus's shoulder reassuringly, "Let's go, give him a bath, and let him have a good night's sleep——A wizard cub with the feathered serpent blood can recover Very strong, and he'll be alive and well in no time."
Hearing this, Severus looked down at the little guy's angry face, and found that the little guy's spirit was indeed in good condition, so he was slightly relieved, and carried the little guy to the guest room where they were temporarily staying. .
While taking a bath in the bathroom, Severus explained with little Noah's soft-spoken comfort. After a few minutes of awkwardness, the little guy who has endless love for Ma Ma finally flicked his tail again. He flung himself into his numb and warm embrace.
Severus, who had a sense of lost and found, was reluctant to let go after bathing his son, so he simply enlarged the small bed specially prepared by Mr. Oakes for the little guy, and hugged the little guy to lie on it.
Voldemort was always by his side with the two most important people in his life, holding a copy of "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" in his hand.
When the two fell asleep one after another, he quietly exited the guest room and found Mr. Oakes who was busy in the laboratory without touching the floor.
"I knew you would come to me." Old Mr. Oaks threw the discarded test tube into the trash can, "Come here, let's talk." He patted the chair next to him, and Voldemort walked over.
"Are you here for the treatment two days later?" The old man with the white beard looked at the handsome devil with red eyes with a half-smile, "Do you want me to tell you about my treatment plan from beginning to end?"
Voldemort said bluntly, "I wish for it."
Old Mr. Oaks laughed loudly, "Before that, please answer me a question first, do you...have you made Horcruxes like me?"
Voldemort raised his eyebrows, "So what if it is? So what if it's not?"
"If yes, then the next treatment for the little guy will be easy, if not... It is estimated that your soul mate, Mr. Prince, will also suffer a little bit." The old man said bluntly. However, Voldemort's expression changed.
"Mr. Voldemort, you don't need to hide anything from me." The old man nodded to Voldemort's scarlet eyes, "From the moment I saw your eyes, I knew that you did the same thing as me." The thing—trying to use Horcruxes to strangle death—unfortunately, we all fail, right? Horcruxes are just absurd and funny jokes—they don't do any good except make people crazy."
Voldemort's eyes flickered for a moment.
"I came to this conclusion 20 years ago - when I cut my soul into thirds - I almost thought I was going crazy," sighed old Mr Oakes, "my Wives and daughters have left me because of this, they are afraid that one day I will suddenly wave my wand and kill them-they avoid me and treat me as a complete lunatic. What about you? What are you When you found out that the Horcrux was unreliable and tried to restore it? Don’t deny it, I felt the traces of forced fusion in your soul—unfortunately, they were not very successful.”
The corner of Voldemort's mouth twitched when he heard this... Compared to the old guy's sudden awakening, he is obviously much inferior... If he hadn't died that once, I'm afraid he is still working hard for his seventh... The first and eighth Horcruxes are struggling.
Thinking of the stupid things he had done, the red-eyed devil's expression turned ugly.
"Mr. Voldemort, please be honest with me. I didn't pry into your* meaning. The reason why I asked—is to treat your child better." Old Mr. Oakes' expression was very serious, "I just pointed at Prin For the sake of never leaving Mr. Si, I will do my best to help you."
"...I discovered it a few years ago," Voldemort said in an exceptionally calm voice, "by then my fourth Horcrux was finished."
"Merlin—four! You are really crazy!" Mr. Oakes was speechless, "Listen to your tone, if you didn't find a problem, you would have continued to make it? Is that so?"
Voldemort cast a strange glance at the old man, and said in an understatement tone: "Yes, I originally planned to be seven—seven is a very magical number, isn't it?"
"...Seven, seven?!" Mr. Oakes was so shocked that he couldn't even speak.
The author has something to say: Thank you Xiao Qiuqiu for the land mines =3=