Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 328 Medal of Merit

Logically speaking, if your child has received several critical condition notices from the hospital, shouldn't you, as a parent, go and see them?

But... Voldemort is clearly not within this logic.

He locked himself in the laboratory as always, and except when he was short of blood samples, he rarely thought that Thea was on the verge of death.

But he couldn't remember, while others might.

As the engagement party drew closer, old Nott grew increasingly worried. Then one day, he casually plucked a clump of hair from his head, and finally made up his mind!

"that………"

"Speak quickly if you have something to say!"

Voldemort's face darkened. If the other party wasn't still somewhat useful, he would have killed this old thing, Avada Kedavra, who had delayed his experimental progress, immediately!

"Miss Black and Theodore's engagement party is coming up soon. I'm wondering if I should send out the invitations now, and also let the couple familiarize themselves with the engagement ceremony and other related things!"

With his life in danger, old Nott spoke at the fastest pace he had ever been since birth, and coincidentally, Voldemort caught a word in the rapid-fire speech of old Nott—engagement party.

It seems like it's really coming soon.

Voldemort absentmindedly recalled the events; after all, he had so many things to do, it was already a miracle he remembered that his "daughter" had an engagement party. As for the date he had casually set...

"Then you can decide for yourselves."

After leaving those words and a bewildered old Nott, Voldemort turned and went back to his laboratory.

Old Nott stood there for two seconds, his eyes lowered, and after skillfully suppressing the thought of "usurping power," he gave a bitter smile.

This marriage arrangement is a double-edged sword for the Nott family...

And... Blake.

Pity.

If only the other party were a young lady from the Malfoy or Black families, he would marry her even if he had to offer half of the Nott family!

Moreover, Old Nott believed that he was not the only one with this idea. After all, how few engaged couples have been born in recent years?

Everyone wants to find a bargain, everyone wants to bring the treasure home!

What if Voldemort loses his mind one day and puts the cart before the horse?

Later, Voldemort indeed lost his mind.

The victor is him! It's the Nott family!

At the moment the engagement was made, old Nott felt that even if he were to go down to meet his ancestors right now, he would certainly hold his head high!

Although his son doesn't seem very useful, his daughter-in-law is amazing!

If his future grandson is half as good as his mother, my Nott family will prosper for at least three more generations!

But just as old Nott was lost in his fantasy, he inadvertently met the girl's eyes.

Sharp.

calm.

trade off.

A pair of eyes belonging to a politician.

Old Nott sobered up instantly. He subconsciously asked himself, would a girl with such eyes really be obedient, dutifully marry into the Nott family, and be a good wife and mother?

will not.

This is almost certainly the answer.

After figuring this out, old Nott couldn't quite describe how he felt.

Is it a pity? It seems so.

Unfortunately, my family is not blessed enough to have such a capable daughter-in-law.

But... if such eyes are forever confined to that small space, their sights and sounds limited to that tiny patch of land...

Wouldn't that be even more of a pity?

"Ugh--"

Looking back on the tumultuous experience of that time, and then considering the current awkward and utterly bewildered situation...

Old Nott sighed deeply again.

I hope, I hope my foolish son can figure it out soon: how could a phoenix destined to soar through the sky be willing to live like a sparrow, dependent on human breath?

Headache or no headache, work still has to be done.

The next day at daybreak, old Nott threw himself into the engagement ceremony.

no way.

The two people who were engaged are lying in the hospital, one with an uncertain fate, and the other, as if under a spell, desperately wants to stay in the hospital and guard the other closely...

Old Nott had lived for so many years, and this was the first time he had ever seen such a scene.

Despite his inner grumbling, he still had to get to work.

After all, this is a "grand event" for the Nott family, and they can't just throw their family's reputation around like it's worthless!

"Go to Gringotts, open several of the Nott family's vaults, and put them all up there!"

"And all those jewelry, dresses, land deeds and blueprints, send them all to Miss Black. I heard Miss Rozier is here too, so let the two of them have a good discussion."

"Also, send over the drinks, flowers, and guest list for the banquet."

Old Nott gave a series of orders, instantly mobilizing everyone in the house.

Watching everyone's enthusiastic efforts, old Nott couldn't help but fantasize, "What if this treasure really did end up in the Nott family's hands..."

What if it succeeds...

That was his most glorious achievement in life—he ensured that the Nott family would have a successor and prosper for three generations!

This is a medal of honor that he can proudly present to his ancestors even after his death!