HP has a villain system but has become a popular character

The commentator’s voice still echoed in the venue, bringing today’s competition to a close.

Wenxiu Lord was surrounded by his teammates, and the curtain was opened by someone beside him, "Lucius." The silver-haired boy was in a good mood and wanted to share the joy of this moment with Lucius, but the room was silent.

"Is he not here?"

Wenxiu Lord was a little confused and walked into the room without stopping. Everyone followed him, and when they saw the situation in the room clearly, they all stood there in a daze.

The air in the dim room was filled with a thick, suffocating smell. It had no smell, but it made people feel as if their lungs were being squeezed with every breath, and they could only get a small amount of oxygen.

The platinum young man lay on his side on the bench, seemingly half asleep and half awake, his golden eyelashes half closed, his cheeks flushed, and each breath he took was particularly long.

The collar was unbuttoned, revealing cold white skin, which was now the same color as his cheeks. He must have felt difficulty breathing, and with a blurred consciousness, he untied the restraints in front of him that restricted his breathing.

One hand was placed on his messy, open chest, and the other hand, wrapped in a hairband, was pressed closely against the young man's cheek, entangled with his long platinum hair that had been let loose at some point.

In stark contrast to his usual arrogance and dignity, this young man now exudes charm, making people want to torture him for no reason and add a few more imaginative marks on his body.

The flying broom in the hand of Wenxiu Lord, who was distracted, fell to the ground. The crisp sound was like a switch. Several people at the door looked away, not daring to look or think about it anymore.

The Malfoy family is beautiful, but dangerous. If Lucius knew that he was seen by several people, he would definitely find a way to destroy the body.

Several people lowered their heads, looking at their noses and their hearts, wondering which student in the school was most proficient in Oblivion.

Wenxiu Lord shook off the strange thoughts that kept coming to his mind.

"You guys go out first."

Everyone felt as if they had been pardoned, and hurriedly turned around and left the preparation room. One of the witches almost tripped over her left foot and fell to the ground in panic.

Through a curtain, Wenxiu Lord looked at the backs of the people and raised his wand, "I will help you forget what happened today."

The party in the venue has been dispersed. The game is over. Hogwarts will not provide dinner to outside spectators, and many people have already left.

Severus and his companions were still in the box, waiting for Vinciu Lord to change his protective gear and join them. However, they saw the Slytherin team members coming out together not long after they had entered, with disordered steps and panicked expressions, and without taking off their protective gear.

There was no Vince Lord among the people who came out. Remus and Severus noticed something unusual and thought that the boy had encountered some accident, so they hurried to the preparation room.

In the stands, Tom Riddle saw that the game was over and he could not see Vinci Lord, so he felt bored and turned and left with a group of followers and Dumbledore who had been following him.

Without anyone noticing, several Obliviate shots landed on the players outside the Slytherin preparation room.

Those people just felt their heads go blank, as if they had forgotten something. Thinking carefully, they realized that they had just finished the game and were about to go back to the preparation room.

Everyone looked at each other, not understanding why they were standing outside and not going in. Just as they were about to turn around, they heard Wenxiu Lord's voice coming from inside the room.

"Don't come in yet."

Several people paused and stood still obediently without moving.

In the room, Wenxiu Lord was a little overwhelmed. He originally thought that Lucius was just asleep, so he thought of casting Oblivion on the people outside and then waking them up, and everything would be fine after he cleaned things up.

Unexpectedly, when he got closer to the young man, he found that Lucius seemed to be in a nightmare and could not be awakened no matter what.

This space was soundproofed by a spell, so Wenxiu Lord didn't have to worry about his loud shouting being heard by people outside. He called out Lucius' name loudly and shook the person on the bench hard with his hands, but he could only get a few hums in response.

The attempt failed, and Wenxiu Lord had to temporarily give up the idea of ​​waking up Lucius.

He squatted down and personally tidied up the young man's messy clothes. After helping him up, he sat beside him, let the platinum young man's head rest on his shoulder, and reached out to untie his headband that was tangled with Lucius' hair.

Lucius, who was deeply trapped in a nightmare, was recalling his daily life with Vincius Lord in the Slytherin common room.

In the dream, there was no Narcissa Black by his side, and there was no Severus and Regulus by Vincius Lord's side.

The only lights in the entire lounge were the warm flames in the fireplace and the two of them. They sat on the sofa very close to each other. Lucius felt very happy and spoke his true feelings to the silver-haired boy. The silver-haired boy had a smile on his lips, just like the expression he had when facing Severus Snape, and his tone and behavior were full of indulgence.

In a daze, Lucius felt an itch on the palm of his hand. He lowered his eyes to look, and in the real Slytherin preparation room, the platinum-colored young man opened his eyes in a daze.

Wenxiu Lord's hands kept moving. The headband was tied too messily, and many strands of hair were tied into knots. No one knew how he did it.

Noticing from the corner of his eye that Lucius had opened his eyes, Wenxiu Lord spoke to Lucius, who was leaning against him, in a gentle tone, "Are you awake? Don't move, wait for me to untie this."

Lucius looked at the headband entangled with his hair in his hand and raised the corners of his lips in satisfaction. It was his masterpiece.

Under the influence of the drugs, Lucius's thinking became slow, his brain was confused and he couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams, so he did things that he would never do when he was awake.

He stretched out his hand, grasped the hairband in his palm tightly to prevent Wenxiu Lord from untying it, and pouted his lips in a coquettish tone, "No, this is mine."

After saying that, he wanted to reach out and hug Wenxiu Lord's arm again, "Wenxiu, mine." But because his hair was entangled with the headband, his hair restrained the movement of his hand.

He stared at his hair, looking fierce but without any threat, "If you don't let me hug Wen Xiu, I'm going to tell my dad!"

He had completely turned into a spoiled child. Wenxiu Lord found such an expression and tone of voice on a 17-year-old young man extremely cute.

Wenxiu Lord was amused by his appearance and couldn't help laughing out loud, causing the young man next to him who was still awake to stare at him in dissatisfaction, with his pouting lips and gray eyes full of grievance.

"You're laughing at me."

Wenxiu Lord waved his hands repeatedly, resisting the urge to trample Lucius, and said in a teasing tone, "No, no, Lucius, do you remember how old you are now?"

Lucius shook his head obediently, his eyes fixed on the silver-haired boy who was smiling at him, "Wen Xiu, you are so beautiful. I will tell my dad that I want to marry you when I grow up."

It was obvious that the mature Mr. Lucius Malfoy was now so confused that he had lost his age.

Seeing that he was in a state of confusion that was definitely no more than 5 years old, the silver-haired boy responded perfunctorily, "Okay, okay, Lucius, can you let me untie your hair first? If you don't untie it, it won't look good, and Wen Xiu won't like you."

When Lucius heard his favorite boy say that he hated him, he obediently spread his hands in front of Wenxiu Lord and began to cry with an expressionless face.

The big ones were like pearls that had broken off the string, spilling out and falling from the grey eyes. There were also a few small pearls hanging on the golden eyelashes, dangling precariously.

Wenxiu Lord never expected that Lucius would have such a personality when he was a child. He was like a spoiled little girl who would cry if the tone was a little harsh.

When Severus drew aside the curtain and walked into the preparation room, he saw Lucius, a shameless platinum thing, huddled up in a ball pretending to be shy and sobbing in the arms of the weak, pitiful and helpless Wenxiu Lord.

He was so angry that he almost couldn't breathe.

Wenxiu Lord was so busy coaxing Lucius that he didn't notice the sound outside. Now he saw a little light, looked up and met Severus' eyes.