HP Systematic Seaver

Lift me to the old Lord of Romania. "

Tom shook his head: "No, since I chased you back, I will let you stay here." He brought a plate of pastries, and then went back to the basement.

Continuing with the work of the Horcruxes, Tom found himself unable to concentrate and smiled when he thought of the little boy anxiously looking around in the upstairs bedroom.

This state is too bad.

Making a horcrux is a dangerous magic, and it is the darkest level. It is far from his current state of Le Taotao. Tom can't enter the state, and the effect of the horcrux will be compromised.Tom put down his wand again, upset.

This Horcrux seems to be impossible to do now, he needs to concentrate.Tom was planning, when he suddenly heard the surveillance magic he set up, prompting Prince to call him.

So he put down his wand without hesitation and hurried back to the bedroom.

Little Sif was sitting on the bed, and he was not angry when he came in, but just looked up at him.

Tom managed to find the empty plate on the desk where the snack had been, and he understood.

Little Sif was hungry.That's normal, Tom thought, the kid must not be eating well for a while.He immediately left the bedroom and called the elf to carefully order to make a table of nutritious meals that children like.

He said to himself, let little Prince eat and then make a Horcrux.

So he went back to the bedroom contentedly, and when the elf pushed the trolley to deliver the meal, he carried the plate to the bed himself, watched little Prince finish eating, and forced him to go to bed to sleep.

Little Sif looked at him with dark eyes, and his eyes were full of you, the noble head of Slytherin, don't you go to work, why don't you just sit in the bedroom and don't leave.

Tom looked into his eyes without any pressure, and said you go to sleep, I will watch over you.

He said to himself that the Horcrux thing is a big project, and he'd better wait until he's in the mood to talk about it.

He felt a satisfying joy in watching his little boy sleep.

Little Sif felt awkward being knocked by him, so he turned his back to face him, but because of the past few days of running around, he soon fell asleep.

Tom looked at the peaceful sleeping face of the little boy.I don't feel like leaving.He told himself that it was time to make a Horcrux.

But he just stayed there looking at his little boy and never left.

He told himself that he would make a Horcrux later, but he just sat there and refused to leave.

Gradually, the night came, and it was time to make Horcruxes.

Voldemort said to himself, go to the laboratory and make Horcruxes right away, the materials are ready and the time has come.

He straightened up slowly and ordered himself to go to work immediately.

But before working, he looked down at the boy sleeping on the bed with a smile.

Maybe he sensed that someone was watching. Although little Sif didn't wake up, he turned over and turned his face to Tom. A strand of hair stuck to his cheek when he turned over, and he was about to eat it. go.

Tom stretched out his hand, and gently brushed the hair around the little boy's mouth. Little Sev moved in his sleep, and his mouth smacked, making his lips more moist and his cheeks flushed.

Tom suddenly decided not to go.

He told himself that making a horcrux requires a very strong mental state, which he absolutely cannot achieve now, and his heart is almost melted now, if he makes a horcrux, who knows what can be made, it must not be strong.So he figured it out, climbed into bed with peace of mind, took a quilt and slept next to little Sif.

The author has something to say: I encountered an important exam by chance, and I was thinking hard, eating and reading, sleeping and reciting, and walking to listen to the questions. If I write an essay now, it is estimated that all the answers will be problem-solving methods, so I will stop for two days and continue to update on the 11th.

☆、Chapter 74

The next morning, Tom woke up. He lay on the bed with his eyes closed, recalling what happened yesterday, and then began a deep self-criticism.

What's the matter with him, Tom thought, he's so strange, thinking that Tom Riddle studied hard when he was a child, and he worked hard every day during school, and nothing could stop him from going to the library. No pace, any entertainment industry can disturb his concentration in learning, and no force can stop him from learning magic.

Nothing could make him put down the Horcrux.

But what happened to him yesterday, Tom realized with horror, yesterday he completed a lot of firsts in his life, the first time in his life to avoid work, the first time in his life to avoid studying, the first time in his life to give up magic research, the first time in his life Once I had nothing to do all day long, and for the first time in my life, I gave up being a Horcrux.

The first time these came to mind, Tom was immediately stunned, what happened to him.

Tom thought about it, and the only thing he knew was that this matter could not go on, he had to work hard, and he still had great goals and a brilliant future.

So he sat up, intending to get up.

Little Sif, who was sleeping next to him, seemed to notice his movements and turned slightly.

Tom immediately relaxed his movements, got up carefully, looked down at the little boy for a few times, and then realized that if he continued to look at him like this, his feet would seem to be automatically left in the bedroom, so he turned his head suddenly and rushed out bedroom.

Of course, he didn't forget to turn off the lights when he rushed out, and then gently closed the door.

When the bedroom returned to calm, little Sif sat up from the bed silently.

He looked in the direction in which Tom disappeared, and thought about it.After a while, he asked the system: "He doesn't look very happy."

The system nodded, this guy with dragon aura just now ran like something was chasing him, what's going on.

What is he doing.

At this time, little Sev thought of another topic, and he suddenly said: "We talked about it last night, he seems to be very concerned about his appearance."

Seems to be so, yesterday Tom seemed particularly concerned about his looks, and it's fair to say that his current looks really aren't quite above the horizon.

Then something should be done.

The system thinks what to do.

At this time, he heard the little master say, hesitantly said: "System, last time I saw something in the system mall, I think it seems to be okay."

The system recalled it for a while, and immediately understood, he was surprised and delighted all at once, as expected, it would be good for the little master to go to the system mall to have a look when he had time, although it would broaden people's horizons.

The system nodded in satisfaction.

Take action without further ado.

In the morning, Tom, who was drawing the magic circle with his head bowed in the research room, suddenly felt a strange movement. It turned out that it was little Sif who touched the magic boundary he had arranged.

He stopped the wand in his hand, thinking in his heart, what's the matter, breakfast has been delivered, the game room has been opened, it won't be boring, what's going on at this time.While thinking, he opened the door and went back to the bedroom.

The bedroom has changed drastically.There seemed to be an array of bottles and jars, and his large chair was placed in the very center of the room.

Little Sif held a big box in his hand, looked up at him, then tilted his head to signal him to sit on the chair.

Tom didn't know why, but he sat on it obediently.

At this time, I saw little Sif came over, pulled behind him, and the back seat of the chair fell down and turned into a reclining chair.Tom looked strangely.What the hell is this doing.

Little Sif stood in front of the chair, condescending, he reached out and touched the package in his arms, and then said in a serious professional tone: "Yesterday you said about your appearance."

Tom still didn't understand.

Little Sif opened the package, took out a set of tools like pincers, pliers, and a hammer, and said majestically, "I'll help you."

There was a sudden chill on the back of Tom's neck, and he shrank his head.

What exactly is in this package.

Little Sif took out an oblong object wrapped in sponge foam inside, and slowly peeled off the sponge. As the white wrapping paper peeled off, a thing that looked like an iron mask was exposed inside.

Tom looked at the thing, wondering why.

Little Sif has already opened the two steel bars behind the iron mask, and then explained: "This is a corrective device."

He went on to explain: "This is the newest type of corrective mask and it will definitely work."

Tom asked, "What works."

Little Sif opened the mask, and he said, "That's it, Tom, don't worry, if you have any dissatisfaction with your appearance, let us deal with it together."

He touched the front part of the mask, and then fixed the whole mask on Tom's head. Only then did Tom realize that there was a clip on the nose part. Little Sif opened the shelf, and clipped Tom's nose accurately.

"Oh, take it easy."

Little Sif turned the helix, raising the clip away from Tom's face.

Tom frowned, his nose was about to be ripped off, and the pain was unbearable.

Little Sever continued to explain slowly: "This is a rhinoplasty corrector, Tom, maybe you also know that your nose has dropped several inches since we first met."

Tom was miserable, but looking into the child's eyes he couldn't help but struggle.

His little Prince was just helping him.

It's just that the nose is really sour.

By this time little Sif had put on his rhinoplasty orthotics.He continued to flip through the package, took out more strange instruments, showed them to Tom, and kept explaining.

In addition to rhinoplasty, there are also eye shaping, eyebrow trimming, and lip correction. There is a terrible hammer that seems to smooth the bones of the cheeks.

Little Sif comforts Tom, there is nothing wrong, he will definitely make Tom look better.

The system also nodded, knowing that in his memory, besides beauty recipes, beauty recipes are the most. Beauty recipes have been enabled, but beauty recipes have no use, and now they finally have a place to play.

Tom, since you're so concerned about your looks, don't worry, we'll get you back.

☆, plastic surgery

The master felt that he must have not woken up, he must be dreaming.

This must be a dream, he thought, still dozing off faintly.

Otherwise, how could he see Voldemort lying on a reclining chair for beauty, with braces on his face, discussing seriously with the little professor about things they probably never thought about.

He heard Voldemort move his nose with difficulty. He now has a rhinoplasty corrector clamped on his nose, and a lip corrector on his mouth. Both eyes are supported by shelves as if they are about to make double eyelids, and even his body What body shaping belt is also helping.

Voldemort spoke with difficulty: "I really don't need it."

Little Sif stood beside him, looking down condescendingly, with the feeling of looking at the experimental product, and he flatly rejected Voldemort.

He glanced critically at Voldemort, before concluding, "Now I really think you need a facelift. You've changed so much since we first met."

He thought about it again, and then said: "I didn't realize your changes before, and I will pay close attention to it in the future."

The little professor stretched out his hand and brushed Tom's face lightly: "Your hair seems to be a lot less." His hand moved down from the hair to the eyes, and he continued: "Your eyes have become longer and longer. It’s getting thinner, it seems like some kind of snake.” His hand continued to brush over Tom’s face and stopped on his nose: “Your nose has changed too much, it’s a few inches lower than when we first met After this, you may only have two nostrils on your face." His hand continued to brush Tom's face and reached his mouth: "Your lips are also changing, getting flatter and flatter. Disappear." He continued to look: "Your jaw is also, your overall facial features have a strange displacement, what happened to you."

Little Sif withdrew his hand: "And your skin color, are you too tired, this complexion is really scary."

Tom felt the little boy's little hand brushed against his face very well.

He tried to explain: "It's just a magic, really it's just a magic."

Little Sev is thoughtful, too bad Tom was doing research and had an accident.

So he began to comfort: "We will restore you to the original." Little Sif began to plan seriously: "In fact, plastic surgery sounds good."

Tom had never heard the term, so he asked, "What."

He immediately regretted it, he shouldn't have asked, plastic surgery is really not a good thing.

Because little Sif began to explain carefully: "First of all, for your nose, we can use some materials, and then punch it into your nose, so that your nose will become bigger and return to before."

Voldemort shuddered, sounding murderous, and slapped some material on his nose to prop it up.

God, this is so perverted.

Little Sif continued: "There are also lips. We can also fill in some materials so that the lips are full. In fact, we can use some medicines."

He continued: "There are also changes in your facial features. I have some suggestions here. Your current face is like a distorted wax figure. You can cut off your facial features, tidy them up and then sew them back, so that you You'll have a straight face."

Tom didn't say a word, little Sev's eyes were shining with experimentation, and Tom was trembling.

so horrible.

Little Sif continued: "And hair, in fact, we can use the same method."

Tom interrupted, he stopped listening, what the hell is this, why does it sound scarier than black magic, he is a master of black magic, but he has a conscience, he never thought of filling his lips with any special material Manually or manually cut off the whole human skin and then sew it on.

It would make him feel like a murderous maniac.

He looked at little Sif, and made a difficult proposal: "Maybe we have other ways."

He doesn't want to be an experiment.

Little Sif thought for a while, and then said: "This is the quickest way to get results. Other methods are very slow, and may not be able to completely restore your original appearance."

The little boy thought for a while and said, "Let me try."

Tom was strapped to the chair, and when he saw the little boy let go, he couldn't wait to ask for the goddamn orthotics to be removed from his face.

But little Sever disagreed, Tom's face was like this, and the orthosis must be worn every day.

Dazedly feeling that he was dreaming, the great master was more sure that he was not awake at this time, he decided to close his eyes, he must have not slept soundly, which caused him to be a little mentally confused.Because next, little Sif opened the bottles and jars and took out the weird objects inside to show Tom.

Soon, Tom's body was completely covered by a layer of substance.

His hair was wrapped with a thick layer of tea tree essential oil hair mask, wrapped in a towel, and the heavy pressure made his motionless hair dizzy.His face was carefully smeared with a layer of mixed powder of white poria cocos, angelica dahurica and white silkworm, a traditional whitening mask.The mask covered his face, except for his eyes, nose and mouth, but these parts were not idle. Tom's eyes were now covered with heavy applesauce, called apple eye masks, and an eggshell film was attached to the sides of his nose. To eliminate acne, the mouth is covered with a thick yam called a lip mask.Tom was overwhelmed by the thick hair mask, mask, eye mask, and lip mask.

But he couldn't move, because his neck was being coated with a mixture of orange and rose powder, and it was wrapped with a large towel, which was called a neck mask, so much that he hardly dared to move his neck.But he couldn't move his limbs either.

Because his hands were covered with a hand mask, and his legs were covered with an eggplant leg mask.

In short, he is now tied to a deck chair, and his body is thickly covered with various membranes.

Master Fu Dimo ​​was very dissatisfied, but he didn't dare to move.

Although he felt like he was turned into a large fruit bowl on the table, he still felt very happy watching little Sif carefully paint him with his little hands.

Now he lays on the chair and waits for the 10 minutes to pass so he can go wash up.

He waited with difficulty.

Little Sif stood in front of the workbench, carefully stirring the freshly boiled rose dew. In his mind, the task of learning medical skills just popped up a new task. After completing the nursing care for the elderly, the name of this task is Hanfang .He gave Tom a comprehensive care according to the method provided by the Chinese prescription, and now he is continuing to cook some skin care lotion according to the Chinese prescription.

Little Sif carefully looked at the pot on the table. As the temperature of the water rose, the rose water gradually turned red. He carefully added a few drops of Chrysanthemum chrysanthemum liquid. As the liquid fell, the light red rose water gradually faded. , and finally turned into water red, little Sif focused on the rose dew, and then sprinkled a handful of pistils carefully and evenly, the color of the water continued to change, the yellow of the pistils bloomed, and finally turned into pink.

Little Sev turned off the fire and watched the rose dew cool down. As the temperature dropped, a sweet and cold taste became clearer and clearer.Little Sif watched in fascination. He poured out half of the rose water, took out the prepared ointment, slowly poured in the other half, and then began to stir.

A line of light red water fell on the white greasy ointment, forming an inconspicuous puddle, and then the wooden stirring spoon drew unhurried marks, blended into the ointment, water and milk blended, and finally disappeared invisible, only the Color and flavor intensify with stirring.

Little Sif was concentrating, his black eyes were shining, looking at the rose paste, he found that he really liked to watch the color and smell change during cooking, the charming steam with fragrance rising, and then blending the liquid with stirring, producing wonderful effect.

Little Sif continued to stir.It's a long process.

Tom can feel very uncomfortable. There is a layer of film on his body, and it has become colder with time. It is so heavy that it makes Tom feel as if he is sealed in concrete.

But little Sif was so absorbed in the beautiful world of smells, colors and steam that he forgot about other things.

Tom had to bear with it.Waiting for little Sev to come and take off the damn mask.

In the consciousness space, the system watched the task progress bar climb rapidly, and nodded in satisfaction.

☆、Secret appointment

In the prison, Mr. Tobias Snape's cell was next to Mr. Evans' cell, so two suspected spies were locked up here, so the surrounding area was very quiet.

A week passed, and the two of them were still locked quietly, not understanding what was going on, anxious and uneasy, anxious together, irritable together, and then the two chatted a few words, forming a friendship of sharing weal and woe.

Tobia found out that this nasty first meeting almost beat him up, and the guy who was always thinking about the custody of his own son was actually not bad.Mr. Evans is a kind-hearted man with pure courage and enthusiasm for people. He loves sports and was locked up for a week, wandering around the cell anxiously.

Tobia thought of this guy who used to take care of his son more than once when he was insane and drinking, and he smashed the door of his own room and took out his seriously injured son on the day he went crazy with drugs. He was the one who drove the car to call the police when the gas leaked.

Tobias sat quietly, watching Mr. Evans turning around, holding his black hair with his hands, a pair of green eyes glowing irritably, Tobias thought silently, his little one Daughter inherited his eyes.

That little girl was very evil, just like his wife, Tobias knew that when the police went to arrest Mr. Evans, the little girl was frightened and blew up several pieces of furniture. Later, the little girl was frightened in the detention center and didn't know what was blown up, so she was finally forced to leave the police station alone and keep them at home.

He sighed, and became more and more worried about his son. The police had already said that this time it was mainly because of his son's suspicion of espionage after he went abroad. Tobia was very worried, why no one told him how his son was doing.

At this time, outside the cell, the old Lord also collapsed on the chair exhausted. Every day he came to the police station to report, trying to recommend the little boy. The old Lord who loved education always felt that it was not easy to find such a genius.

But the kid really seemed suspicious, and the old lord didn't understand how he learned so many languages, why he talked to the workers, why he went to the gypsy camp, and later he even disappeared.

The old Lord was exhausted. He sat in the police station for a long time, and then left disappointed. There was still no news of the child, so he returned to his home by car.

Sitting in the drawing room, the old lord poured himself a cup of tea.

Suddenly he felt something was wrong, like a vibration in the air, and a man appeared in the shadows of the dark living room, wrapped in a cloak.

The old lord's eyes were wide open, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground.

Old Mr. Prince took off his cloak and walked across to the old lord. The stunned old lord remained motionless and even forgot to call for someone.

The old Mr. Prince looked at him with his dignified eyes, and then said: "I saw that you were trying to recommend that Snape child."

The old lord nodded blankly.

Mr Prince said: "You have done a good job, so now I hope you can apply for a Royal Commission hearing as soon as possible. I ask that there must be a representative of the Queen and an expert in heraldry."

The old lord was startled, but he did not answer.

Prince Sr. said: "As soon as possible, this is the way to get that child out of suspicion, and I will not harm him."

He got up, moved away from the old lord, and disappeared.

The old lord was left facing the empty living room. He was surprised for a long time and didn't know what to do. He just stared at the disappearing shadow of that person. After a long time, the old lord stood up. He didn't know who it was, but he seemed very Convincing people that he must try, this may be the only way.

The old lord stood up quickly and went to get his phone book.

At this time, in Princesburg, the old Mr. Prince apparated. He had not recovered from a long illness and used too much strength. He almost fell down in front of his eyes.But now is not the time to rest, Mr. Prince took a deep breath, and then quickly walked into the family library. After a few minutes, he took out a dusty file bag.He checked carefully, and everything was compromised, so he walked into the family's warehouse.

The warehouse in Princesburg is like the aesthetics of the Prince family. It is well-organized, and everything is classified into shelves. The old Mr. Prince went straight to a large cabinet and waved his magic wand. Inside the cabinet was a suit of dresses.

It was a medieval dress, a thick and heavy velvet satin gown with a heavy hem, and the breast and sleeves were studded with precious stones.Ancient and luxurious like a king can wear.

The old Mr. Prince took out the dress, which was quite heavy. He took a deep breath, slowly put the heavy velvet on himself, arranged every piece of jewelry, and then took out a cane from the side drawer, the cane It is very rough, and the workmanship is extensive, but it reveals an ancient aristocratic atmosphere.

After putting it on, Mr. Prince turned around, and then he staggered. This is a suit of formal attire. A major feature of medieval formal attire is its extravagance and majesty, but the wearer is almost unable to move.Mr. Prince, still seriously ill, found a brass mirror and, with natural effort, straightened his hair, then the folds of his robes and his heavy jewellery.He raised his cane, and all was well.

He knew that the lord would definitely prepare for the hearing as quickly as possible, and everything was under control. He waved his wand to check the time, put the ancient portfolio in his chest, and disapparated.

At this time, the old lord had already used all his contacts, and the hearing was urgently held on this day.The old lord sat in the venue, waiting anxiously.

Experts and representatives are at a loss.

At this time they heard the door slam, opened it by itself, and a person came.

They looked over and were immediately stunned.

For a moment they felt that they must be dreaming, otherwise why would they see a person walking out of a medieval painting.Experts and representatives watched this man walking slowly. He was dressed in a majestic velvet dress, dragging heavily to reveal the nobility of the pavement. The man wore immeasurably precious ancient jewels on his chest, which made him even more unattainable. There is also a scepter that is old in workmanship but has a strong sense of history. This man walked slowly. The experts dared to look into his eyes, but they were forced by the coercion in his black eyes and dared not breathe. They all agreed stood up.The representatives of the royal family didn't realize that they had even saluted.

Old Mr. Prince came over and sat on the chair. The few steps made him gasp for breath, but he would not let himself look abnormal. The clothes are too heavy and thick. Of course, magic can lighten the burden, but this is helpless. The skirt is weightless and raised, unable to create a heavy dragging ancient feeling.

Luckily he drank a little pick-me-up.He raised his head and said softly: "The heraldry major here may need to authenticate a document." Then he took out the document bag in his arms.

The shocked expert hurried over, took the file bag, and came to his desk. The file bag was made of parchment paper and looked very old. He opened it carefully, and then took out a rolled-up file.

The specialist opened the file with tweezers and gloves.

He picked up the magnifying glass to look at it, and then froze for a while. People around watched the expert trembling, and then the magnifying glass fell down with a bang.

The representative of the royal family was freed from the stupefaction just now by the voice, and he looked at the expert.

The expert walked up quickly, took the document and whispered something in his ear.

Then the representative of the royal family opened his mouth without temperament.

He looked at the coat of arms, which was not real.

Britain has experienced many royal families in history, especially in the Middle Ages, and the end of some royal families was due to extinction.

What the heraldry expert sees now is the family crest of an extinct royal family that once ruled the country, but whose descendants mysteriously disappeared in the end.

Representatives and experts of the royal family looked up at the old Mr. Prince, and then they realized that the robe and scepter belonged to the missing descendants of the royal family. If the family emblem is real, then sitting in front of them is an ancient royal family descendants.

Representatives of the royal family and experts stood up, they dared not sit down.

Old Mr. Prince saw that the goal had been achieved, and he said softly: "My family can be traced back to ancient times, even the most ancient times, including of course what you have seen." His voice is elegant and classical.

Representatives of the royal family and experts bowed their heads even more submissively.

The old lord also stood up in shock, and the coercion of Mr. Prince made him bend over.

But that was not Mr. Prince's aim.

It's just the method he uses.

He continued: "My family has lived in seclusion since the Middle Ages, but a few days ago, I was surprised to find that my only daughter was harassed by your government for unknown reasons. I hope this matter will be resolved immediately. solve."

The representatives of the royal family exchanged glances with the experts, and immediately called a secretary to inquire about various departments, who is blind to provoke such a person, the only daughter of a descendant of the royal family, that is the princess.

Old Mr. Prince was sitting, the door opened after a while, the secretary walked in and said something into the ear of the representative of the royal family, and then an agent from MI5 came in.

The secretary was also very confused, and was ordered to find a princess, but instead found a woman suspected of being a spy from the Ministry of Military Intelligence.

The one from MI5 was even more like a thunderclap. The secretary said that he was a member of the noble royal family, but the one named Prince was obviously that weird female lunatic.

But since Ms. Prince seemed to be the only one, he still came over with the materials.

The representative of the royal family took the document and found that it was suspected of espionage and approved the arrest. He almost couldn't help but widen his eyes and picked up the document in his hand and beat the MI5 agents. They were crazy, even the princess who lived in the royal family dared to Caught in the brig.

The MI5 agents were very puzzled. The case file stated in detail that this woman was very suspicious, with weird English pronunciation, holding a code book, living in seclusion and never going to church, and then attacking the police with a stick.

He struggled a bit, what exactly were these questions.

Mr. Prince Sr. refused to answer.

Suddenly the door opened, and a soldier rushed in. He was the boss of the MI5 agent. Without a word, the boss took the document and hit the agent.This is really troublesome. Just now he read the case file when he heard the news.

As a high-ranking member of MI5, this boss is aware of the existence of the wizarding world.So he left realizing they were dead wrong this time.

Those so-called problems are not spies, but it shows that this lady is a witch. The weird accent is because of Old English. She doesn’t go out to church because their wizards are followers of Merlin. Behavior is weird. Is it normal for witches to be normal? .

What's more, this is a descendant of the royal family in the Middle Ages. Obviously, the royal family at that time had wizards, and then they chose to live in seclusion, left politics and entered the world of wizards, but in this way they are also the royal family, the orthodox royal family.

The boss rolled up the documents and beat his subordinates.

When he had had enough, everyone in the room turned and looked at old Mr. Prince, trembling.

The old Mr. Prince just nodded: "Since you have done something wrong, then restore the original state as soon as possible. My family and I have lived in seclusion for thousands of years, and we do not intend to change the status quo. This matter is no exception." He turned around, walked out the door and disappeared .Only the people in the room trembled under his aftermath.

Ten minutes later, the release order from the highest level released the bewildered Tobias, Irene, and Mr. Evans. They walked out of the prison strangely, and were directly invited into a luxury car that they had never touched before. Surrounded by agents protecting them.

The few people were so frightened that they didn't speak, and sent them home quickly all the way silently.

The agents asked them to go back to their respective homes, and then ran away like a salute, sneaking a few glances at Mrs. Irene Prince before leaving.

They went home bewildered.

In Princesburg, the old Mr. Prince took off his clothes, and then he returned to the bedroom and fell directly on the bed. He was sick in bed and forcibly ran around in search of his daughter. He was wearing a big dress this day. Although he drank the refreshing potion, his spirit was no longer good.He fell on the bed, his eyes darkened. Just now, in order to frighten a few representatives, he dragged his dress and held his majesty, exhausting his energy.

Now that his daughter has let go, he has completed the task, and he collapsed immediately after relaxing.Before he passed out, he saw the bedroom door open and his wife ran in.

He moved his mouth, trying to tell his wife that his daughter was fine, she had returned to Spider's End, and she could go to see the child immediately, but he couldn't make a sound, when Mrs. Prince came over and found his The husband is in a coma.

☆, note

Voldemort carried the apparition that little Sev was reluctant to go to Spider's End, dizzy, and then the two appeared on the street in the early morning, with no one around.

Little Sif looked up at Tom in satisfaction. After his careful care, Tom's skin is now shiny, elastic and white, and his hair is also flowing and fluffy. It seems to have regained some of its former glory. The only drawback is that his eyes are red and his nose is also red. , Mouth is no exception red.

It's all those braces.

He continued to explain: "When you go back, remember to wear your braces every day. I will take care of you twice a week. It doesn't matter. Let's work hard together."

Voldemort thought to himself, don't need the damn braces, the damn mask, but the little boy only agreed to come two days a week to make them for him.

Silently added an equal sign between making a mask and the little boy coming.Tom finally said, "Four times a week, please."

Little Sif sighed. Sure enough, although his Tom didn't admit it, he really cared about his appearance.