69novels Chapter 121 Chapter 121
Chapter 121 Chapter 121
Old Mr. Oakes, who has been called a crazy old man all his life, has never been as crazy as Voldemort—when Voldemort said in an understatement tone that he originally planned to make seven Horcruxes, the overly frightened old Mr. Oaks almost couldn't hold back. He went out to dig out his ears to see if he had a problem with his hearing to hear such absurd words.
"Seven? Are you sure you're not playing tricks on me?" The old man's eyes were full of disbelief.
"Young people will always do irreparable stupid things on impulse." Voldemort twitched the corners of his mouth at the old man's terrified expression, and relieved his heavy heart. "In retrospect, it's really a bit Ridiculously innocent."
"...Ever since I started to study horcruxes and used knives on myself... I have been called a lunatic, but you are much better than me... How old were you at that time? The first point of making a horcrux is to need A life as a sacrifice... I chose three terminally ill people to free them from a thousand choices, how about you? You can't be..." Old Mr. Oaks hesitated, but couldn't hold back his own Out of curiosity, I asked.
"There are many people who should be killed in this world." Voldemort said succinctly.There is not much taboo about getting blood on your hands.
"Oh! Merlin!" Old Mr. Oakes gasped, looking at Voldemort like he was looking at a monster.
"I've always had a very specific goal in making Horcruxes, in order to fly away from death - in order to achieve this goal, there is nothing I can't do."
"It's a pity... this is just a huge lie to deceive the public—" Mr. Oakes sighed long, "I, like you, study the soul in order to be able to escape the clutches of death. I lost it when I was very young. My parents and then my sister and brother-in-law who raised me... As long as they are my blood relatives, it seems that they can't escape the fate of death... Although I got married and had children, but--but I still have lingering fears in my heart. When I found that I had the conditions to get rid of the psychological shadow, I would always burst out with great strength... Later, I was bound by the legend of the Horcrux and couldn't move, and my last relative left me... The only thing I am grateful for is that Well, before my daughter was born, I was just researching that I didn’t touch my own body...otherwise, now I just watch the little guy struggling in the magic circle...I feel the same, and I am terrified."
Voldemort's expression moved slightly, and in front of this old man who was almost as sick as him, he rarely spoke the truth: "I never thought that the stupid things I did would make my heirs pay the price - if I had known it would be like this... "
"What will you do?" the old man asked curiously.
"...I will never turn back." The red-eyed demon king sighed, "After all, at that time, I valued life more than anything else." Just because it was my only and most precious treasure.
"It's as if you don't pay attention to your own life now." The old man sneered, "If you don't pay attention, how can you desperately make up for the mistakes you made? Doesn't it feel good to try to fuse souls?"
Voldemort smiled casually, "Being uncomfortable is better than going crazy and killing your own wife and children, right? Isn't it because your wife and daughter left you because they were afraid of this?"
The old Mr. Oaks choked hard, and he retorted loudly in disbelief: "I will always go back to them—as long as I work harder, I will find the right direction anyway! You What—did you find it?"
"I came here to ask you for advice because I didn't find it." Voldemort put on a gesture of not being ashamed to ask, "With my cooperation, your research progress should be further accelerated, right?"
Old Mr. Oakes snorted and fell silent.
Voldemort gave him a funny look, "Your curiosity can be said to be fully satisfied, now should you tell me how you plan to treat my son? Don't forget that you just returned I said that I empathize with my son's current situation." Voldemort emphasized the words empathy.
Old Mr. Oaks glared at the Dark Lord who was crawling along the pole with black lines all over his head, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Didn't I tell you just now, if you really cut your soul into several slices like bread, then, It would be of great help to the little one's case--of course, boy, you are destined to suffer a little more, um...much worse than your son suffered today-what? Have guts Shall I give it a try?"
Voldemort raised his eyebrows, but remained silent.
Old Mr. Oaks studied his facial expression for a while with his eyes wide open, and then said resentfully: "Although I don't want to admit it at all, people like us who cut our souls into slices can easily become someone else's tonic... …Hey, hey, what kind of eyes are you looking at? I’m not saying you’re alone, I am too! It’s your honor to let you be your son’s tonic, okay? Don’t even think about who caused it! If it was me Little Lilith... oh, oh, let alone give her a piece of soul! Even if I give it all to her, I won't hesitate!"
Enough information has been revealed from the words of Mr. Oaks!Unexpectedly, Voldemort couldn't hide his surprise in his eyes when he was treated like this.Although the old Mr. Oaks looked a little crazy, he was not a fool. He quickly explained what he said, "As your blood, the little guy has the same root as you, and your soul fragments are of the same origin to him. It is simply a great tonic, as long as a small piece of nail size can fully replenish his soul source, when the time comes to build a magic power cycle, he will only be more powerful than other little wizards! Of course, you also know how to cut What a painful thing the soul is—it’s up to you whether you do it or not! Moreover, I must remind you that the soul fragments that have been cut out are in your son’s soul source, so you don’t expect to be able to get them out— - At that time, even if you fuse the few Horcruxes that you separated, your soul will not be complete."
"Whether the Horcrux can be fused into the soul is still unknown. It only takes a small piece of soul fragments to restore my son's health. In this way, I have earned it. What am I afraid to do?" The transformed red-eyed demon king did not hesitate to nod and agree. Although he has a cold temper, he is not completely indifferent to seeing his child suffer these days. He was deeply moved by the love he gave up - there is no doubt that Voldemort saved little Noah!
The old man was a little surprised by Voldemort's statement on the spot without even blinking his eyes. He stared at Voldemort for a long while, and said with a dumbfounded smile, "You can think about it."
"But before that, I have one condition." Voldemort added.
The old gentleman raised his chin slightly and made the gesture you mentioned.
"I hope that my lover will be excluded from the next treatment. I don't want him to be present." Voldemort said in an unquestionable tone.
The old gentleman gave Voldemort a puzzled look at first, but soon he became enlightened.
"You don't want him to see you in pain and embarrassment, do you? You're afraid he won't be able to bear it, right?"
Unexpectedly, Oakes would point out the hidden worries in his heart. The red-eyed demon king was also a little surprised, but he still nodded and admitted: "No one can accept that their soul mate and beloved son are lying in the magic circle and don't know whether they live or die—if they Because I broke into the magic circle on impulse, wouldn't all previous efforts be for naught?"
"You can tie my hands, or give me a petrification spell or something—in short, I don't allow you to exclude me!" A hoarse voice suddenly came from the door of the laboratory.
Voldemort jumped up as if his eyebrows were on fire, "Severus?! When did you come here?!"
"Come here just when you said you made money," Severus pursed his lips tightly because of displeasure, "What do you mean a soul mate and a beloved son are lying in the magic circle, Voldy, are you still alive?" What are you going to hide from me? You won't even let me participate in Noah's treatment?"
Voldemort's eyes wandered momentarily.
"Mr. Oakes! Be sure to tell me the truth," Severus turned his gaze to the old man with the white beard who was watching from the sidelines. "You know I can't stand outside and wait for news—I'd go crazy." Severus Les played the pathos card.
Old Mr. Oakes turned his eyes to Voldemort for help—the siren's eyes full of pleading and anticipation are not something ordinary people can withstand.
"Severus..."
"Voldy! If you don't let me in, I'll break in! Why don't you let me face it with you! Do you know how flustered and uncomfortable the waiting person is!" Severus grabbed Pulling him over by Voldemort's collar, "If I didn't wake up early, are you going to use some excuse to fool me to go to another place? You like to play me around so much?!"
"He's just afraid that you won't be able to bear it!" Old Mr. Oaks endured Voldemort's sharp gaze that instantly turned murderous, and he yelled at a fast speed, "If you want to restore your child to health, you can only use a small piece of his soul. The fragments are used as supplements—that is very uncomfortable and painful...I don't know if this small piece of soul can be repaired...He is just afraid that you will worry!"
The old Mr. Oakes' words made Severus's hostility disappear in an instant, and the angry eyes that looked at Voldemort became gentle and even sad again, "...Is it the only way to do this?" His voice He said dryly, "Is there no other way?"
"This is the best and only way." The old man continued to show his strong sense of existence.
However, Voldemort stretched out his hand and pulled Severus into his arms with a little force, "It's all because of me that Noah suffered at such a young age... Severus, you should give me a chance to make amends. "
". . . but Mr. Oakes said . . . "
"My soul is already so bad that it can't be worse. Even in the past, even according to Blaise Hall's method, there were often sporadic fragments absorbed into Noah's soul source-gathered into a tower, sucked away like that There may not be fewer soul fragments than this time... Severus, if it succeeds this time, it will be a relief for Noah and me." Voldemort comforted his soul mate in a warm voice.
Severus' eyes were wet.
"Wait for us obediently outside? I promise that when we come out, everything will be fine."
"No... unless you let me watch you... otherwise I will never agree!" Severus clenched his teeth and refused to let go, "I don't want to wait outside! I want to be with you! I can't wait!"
"Severe..."
"Voldy! I beg you! Don't let me stay outside! Either you tie me up or cast a spell on me - I don't want to leave your side! Seriously! I won't be able to stand that!"
"Mr. Voldemort, I advise you to agree to it—" Old Mr. Oakes was also helping Severus play the side drum, "not to mention Mr. Prince, I am afraid that the little guy alone cannot accept that he is not comfortable. Mother isn't here."
At this time, Severus didn't care about the word 'mother' that Mr. Oakes said, and he hurriedly struck while the iron was hot, "Voldy, you also saw it this morning—I just didn't hug the little guy when he was feeling uncomfortable. He, he just ignored me in anger, and after I coaxed him for a long time, he was willing to give me a good face—what if the little guy is mischievous and doesn't cooperate?"
"Severus, I don't want you to see me in such a horrible way...I..." Voldemort was still hesitating.
"I don't even know how many times I've seen you with a snake's face, what could be scarier than that!" Severus blurted out a sentence without thinking.
The devil's complexion instantly changed as if he opened a big dyeing workshop.