HP has a villain system but has become a popular character

The medical wing was filled with an indescribable smell of various potions mixed together, like a moldy basement filled with various rotten medicinal materials.

There is sickness everywhere.

There were classes in the morning, so Lily gave a few simple instructions and left with her textbook. James Potter, who had been thrown out, was still waiting for her at the door, peeking furtively.

He originally didn't want to drink the bottle of potion that Severus brought him, but after Sirius's persuasion, "If you don't get better soon, how will you go to see Wenxiu at night? Your high fever will infect him," he hesitated and finally drank it.

Perhaps it was a side effect of the potion. Not long after Remus drank the potion, he closed his eyes again while talking to Sirius.

A few drops of potion that could not be gathered hung on the glass wall of the empty potion bottle. This time, he did not fall into the mud and magma and slept soundly without dreams.

Gradually, the sound died down, leaving only himself speaking. Sirius' voice faded away, and he tilted his head to look at the gloomy and gray sky.

It was drizzling outside, and the rain was blown everywhere by the cold wind and couldn't return to where it should be.

From this angle, you can see the Whomping Willow shaking off the raindrops on its branches and leaves in dissatisfaction, creating an outline of a circle of mist in the air.

Further away is the endless green forest. The few people who have been strolling at night since the start of school have not yet extended their claws to this more mysterious forbidden area.

The cold made the squids, kelpies and mermaids in the Black Lake silent. The surface of the lake was as calm as unused tinfoil, and only the falling raindrops left wrinkles.

The rain was getting heavier, not only hitting everything outside the castle, but also hitting our hearts.

No longer is the carefree and unrestrained person in front of friends, and no longer is the lively and clingy person in front of the loved one.

Calm and expressionless, he is Sirius, Sirius Black.

Remus was sleeping, unaware of the rain. Sirius, who felt the same way, was soaked and was eager to see the sun.

Tonight, tonight it will clear up...

The warm water sprayed, and the shirt became wet and translucent. The long silver-gray hair was a little messy, with strands sticking to the back, cheeks, chest and abdomen.

The well-cut suit pants fit tightly against the skin, outlining the muscle lines. In less than three days, Wenxiu Lord's understanding of naughty children was repeatedly refreshed.

Wenxiu Lord could swear on his own wealth that if it weren't for Lucius's extremely deceptive face, the anger he had accumulated and suppressed over the past few days would be enough to support him in tying up the man in front of him, hanging him up with a cane and whipping him, while also tickling the soles of Lucius' feet with an itching curse.

"Lucius, stop messing around."

Reaching out to grab the shower head that soaked him, the silver-haired boy no longer had the mood to cast a spell to dry himself off.

He really shouldn't have let Lucius in, he was so stupid, really.

"No, Wenxiu, this is fun, isn't it? It's like a water fight, which I played with my mother a while ago."

Lucius held the shower head in his hand and pointed the nozzle at Vinciu Lord, making the boy so wet that water could be wrung out of him.

"Your mother?"

Wenxiu Lord was a little surprised. The investigation data of the Malfoy family showed that Mrs. Malfoy died of illness a few years after giving birth to Lucius Malfoy.

So, Lucius's mind has now returned to the time before his mother died?

The platinum youth spoke in a rare sad tone, his hand holding the shower head drooped down, and his eyebrows drooped as well, "Father said that mother's health has been getting worse recently. She has been living in St. Mungo's, and I haven't seen her for a long time."

The trembling cry was the longing that had been suppressed in the depths of the young man's soul for more than ten years, "Wen Xiu, I miss her."

They are not disguised tears, real emotions are revealed, and the calm expressionless look makes people feel even more distressed.

The questions that arose in the evening after the game were answered.

Why do young people feel that their best memories are made at such an early age?

Because after that, he lost a loved one forever.

The Malfoy family values ​​family members the most.

They accidentally touched upon a topic that was extremely sensitive to both of them.

Wenxiu Lord said nothing. He stretched out his arms and silently hugged the young man. It was the first time he had actively hugged the young man in the past few days.

The silver-haired boy was now somewhat thankful that both he and Lucius were wet and he could not tell whether the liquid was water or tears.

The tearing pain from deep in his soul came again, and there was no need for physical pain to relieve it. There were so many people who cared about him, enough to support him through this heart-wrenching pain.

God had mercy on him and gave him hope for a new life. Time and again, he filled his empty soul with warmth.

With a young mind, sadness comes and goes quickly, and when the boy took the initiative to hug him, Lucius' heart was filled with joy.

He hugged him back joyfully, the physical age difference allowing him to hold Wenxiu Lord in his arms.

Children are extremely sensitive to emotions. Lucius felt that the person in his arms was sad, so he hugged him tighter.

He was happy to receive his hug, and similarly, he hoped that his hug could make the boy in his arms happy.

No words are needed to express comfort, a hug is the most inspiring potion of joy.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but I could only see mist in the closed bathroom and the water in the bathtub overflowing.

The tearing pain in his heart was soothed by the warm embrace. Wenxiu Lord raised his hand, which was weak due to the pain, and lightly placed it on Lucius' back.

"Lucius, let's have a water fight."

Sebastian wrote to me this morning saying that the antidote will be delivered tomorrow. If it's just for this day, it might be a good idea to spend some time with Lucius and have some fun in his childhood.

There was big news in Potions class today. The cauldron of Severus Snape, one of Hogwarts' Potions geniuses, exploded.

Horace Slughorn walked up to Severus with a look of curiosity rather than rebuke.

This was the first time he had seen the boy make such a big mistake, and in Horace Slughorn's opinion, Severus could easily make this pot of potion.

"Snape, you are not hurt, are you?"

Severus took out his wand before the crucible exploded, and the fragments and potion from the explosion were contained within the barrier, without a single drop leaking out.

Although Severus was now upset by the professor's kindness, he still politely replied, "No professor, thank you for your concern."

The fat man was relieved. "Excellent handling and reaction speed. No one was hurt, including myself. Mr. Severus Snape will add 5 points to Slytherin House."

Slytherin second year students would receive 10 to 20 extra points in every Potions class because of Severus' outstanding potion work. The other little wizards had been able to calmly accept this fact, but there were still a few little wizards in the first year who refused to accept it, and in the end they were never able to win until the end of the school year.

Perhaps only Wenxiu Lord, who was exempted from class, could brew better potions than Severus.

Feeling inexplicably annoyed and flustered, Severus dealt with the situation in front of him expressionlessly and looked out the window.

The wind stopped and it was raining heavily outside.