"There you go, all fixed," said Harry, icily calm. "Of course, it will mean you can never wield a penis again. But oh, silly me! What have I done, Blaise? That will mean you can never have sex again, that you cant impregnate one of the skanky whores that Uncle Tom might have lined up for you. Oops. And if you cant breed, you can have no more use to the Pureblood agenda! Oh dear ... my bad, Blaise. What will Riddle do with you now? I wouldn't want to be in your shoes."