HP has a villain system but has become a popular character

"Eliza..."

The man was about to touch the back of the woman's hand with a lewd look in his eyes. Eliza Outlumbia felt disgusted and held her breath for a few seconds, a little red appeared on her cheekbones due to the difficulty in breathing.

"No, there are too many people here. You are so mean."

Her soft hands lightly rested on the man's chest, seemingly reluctant to accept his advance and completely devoted to him, but in fact she was pushing away the man's approaching body.

The impatient man completely lost his mind and apologized repeatedly, "Don't be angry, Eliza, forgive me, I can give you everything I have."

The flaming red lips easily made a man willingly give up everything he had. Eliza Outlumbia still looked shy and charming. She despised the man around her in her heart, but at the same time she longed for the figure of the silver-haired boy in her heart more and more.

There was unprecedented chaos. Without Lucius and Vince Lord, there was no one to control the situation in the common room. Everyone was discussing what happened this morning without even having the mind to eat breakfast.

They gathered together like flies, and the buzzing noise made an annoying sound in his ears. Regulus raised the corners of his lips in a forced smile, and he didn't know when he had held the wand in his palm.

All the people in this circle are first-year wizards. The first wizard who noticed that his chief looked like he was going to settle accounts with them fell silent and quietly poked the classmates around him. Finally, the wizard in the middle who had been chattering at the beginning was the only one left.

He was foolishly blinded by the excitement, and was so complacent with the admiration and flattery that he completely failed to notice the gradually distorted atmosphere around him.

The little wizard beside him hit him on the back a few times, and he glared at him in dissatisfaction, "Why are you poking me! You're disturbing my train of thought."

A cold voice suddenly sounded in the common room, "Oh? It seems that you are having fun arranging it."

The man shuddered, turned his head stiffly, and saw the tip of the wand pointed at his head.

"Bub, Blake, what are you going to do?" The man's Adam's apple rolled and his saliva was secreted wildly due to nervousness.

Regulus still had that humble and distant smile on his face, "Venxiu Lord is the person I, Regulus, will follow until death."

It was he, Regulus, who followed his heart's choice, not Blake.

"No matter who he is with or what he does, it is not your turn to make up a story. Don't forget who turned you from a ragtag person into a well-dressed person now."

The half-blood little wizard came from a Muggle society. When he first entered school, he had everything second-hand, even his late father's wand.

It was Wenxiu Lord who sponsored him. Although he didn't make the man rich, at least he had new books, clothes and his own wand.

Regulus had asked why this was done.

Wenxiu Lord smiled and shook his head, and handed the dessert he thought was delicious to him. "For me, the money I spent is not as much as the change I will earn back the next second. This is a very cost-effective investment. Even if he is mediocre, he may not be useless in the future."

It was such a person who accepted the kindness of Wenxiu Lord, but easily forgot that he should be grateful under the flattery of others.

'Dirty half-blood.'

He held the evil curse in his mouth, and as long as he opened his lips, it would fall on the forehead of the person at whom the tip of the staff was pointing.

The trembling transmitted from the tip of the staff to the palm of Regulus told him that the man was trembling, which made the disgust and ridicule in Regulus' eyes even stronger.

The Slytherin male and female prefects stepped forward and tried to persuade Regulus not to be impulsive. Neither of them had much hope that Regulus would listen to them, but they did not expect that he would actually take back his wand.

The wizard's eyes widened, and white lights exploded in front of his eyes. The gazes of the onlookers and the mouths opening and closing behind the teacups and books reminded him of how stupid he had just done.

His face flushed red with shame, and he was now dying of embarrassment.

"Sorry, Chief." He said this sincerely, and the little wizard slapped himself hard on the face, leaving a slap mark instantly.

Lord helped him and his mother so much. Even because of Lord, he, a powerless half-blood, was not bullied by other Slytherins.

No matter what others said, he shouldn't try to guess the truth. He had clearly sworn to Merlin that he would try his best to stand by Lord's side.

Regulus snorted coldly, his eyes swept coldly over the little witches gathered around Narcissa Black in the corner. If he heard correctly, the topic of those people was not dirty, but they did not show much reverence and restraint.

It was the first time that Narcissa Black saw her cousin, who always liked to hide behind others, show such sharpness. She raised her eyebrows with interest, received Regulus Black's warning gaze, nodded slightly, and a strand of golden hair fell behind her, indicating that she would watch their mouths.

The little snakes who were able to stay in the lounge to discuss such things were gossipers, but they just liked gossip, not being brainless. The warning that Regulus just gave was not just for that one person.

The chaotic farce ended in an instant, and the lounge returned to its former deserted appearance in less than 2 minutes.

Narcissa Black had a smile on her lips as she watched the last little witch say goodbye to her and leave in a hurry.

Then he stood up and walked to Regulus, saying with deep emotion, "Regulus, you have really changed a lot in this year."

Regulus was still angry, but his words came out cold, "Really?"

"Of course, you wouldn't do such a thing before you enrolled in school." Narcissa Black spread her hands and turned around. These people were frightened away by you.

Regulus lowered his eyelashes and did not refute Narcissa Black's teasing. Wenxiu Lord had indeed changed him a lot.

I was patted on the shoulder. I turned around and saw Narcissa Black raising her chin slightly with elegance and pride. "You have changed a lot. This is what a Black should be like."

"However," Narcissa changed the subject, "although it is a tacit fact that you follow Wenxiu Lord, if you say it directly now, it will probably cause a lot of trouble for your mother. Someone will definitely tell that adult about what you did today."

The woman shook her wrist, and two sets of large footprints appeared on the ground. "Goyle and Crabbe are the stupidest dogs."

Regulus heard the underlying worry in his cousin's words and softened his expression. "This is my personal behavior."

He stared at the shadow cast on him by the light on the ground. "Regulus will follow Lord, and Black will obey the Lord."

Narcissa Black's eyes fell on Regulus Black, and the two of them understood each other tacitly, and they remained silent for a long time.

After a long moment, Narcissa Black sighed, "Regulus, you really bear too much." Patting the boy's shoulders twice, Narcissa Black turned and left, her determination to escape from the Black family becoming more and more determined.

The door of the common room was pushed open, and Narcissa Black stopped standing at the door. The two looked in the direction of the sound, and Severus, wearing a school robe over his pajamas and slippers, walked in with a letter wrapped tightly in parchment in his hand.