HP has a villain system but has become a popular character

The kitchen was pitch black late at night. The sound of water washing ingredients could be heard from the space that should have been quiet, accompanied by the chef's happy hum.

Little Barty is a skilled chef and any slight reaction of the ingredients cannot escape his control.

Just like now, the wild cherries that he washed repeatedly became more rosy and delicious.

Take one and taste it. The flesh is sweet and elastic, which little Batty especially likes.

The cherry tree protested and slapped little Barty on the head, but was ruthlessly rejected and asked to walk more.

The sad cherry tree sobbed and trembled its trunk, trying to escape but unable to.

Soon, cherries could no longer satisfy little Barty's appetite, so he turned into a gardener and planted seedless strawberries on this fertile land.

He admired the strawberries all over the mountains and fields, picked one and put it in his mouth with satisfaction.

The delicate skin made him reluctant to bite it, so he caressed it with his lips and occasionally extended his tongue to taste the sweetness of the strawberry.

The well-fed little Batty squinted his eyes in satisfaction, looking at the feast under him, and finally decided to start tonight's main meal.

Wenxiu Lord was lying on his back on the table with his torso below the waist hanging in the air, with no support at all. His arms were pressed behind him by Little Batty, leaving him with nowhere to retreat.

Want to stand up? This action is just to put yourself into the mouth of little Barty. It is not an escape, but more like a pleasure.

Wenxiu Lord's eyes turned red with anger, his lips, which had been tortured, were red and oozing with blood, and he kept cursing.

The head buried in his chest was raised, and little Barty's eyes were shining red in the dark night.

"Senior, you still have the energy to scold me. It seems that my skills are not good enough."

The hand circling the edge of the waist tightened, and little Batty raised his legs. After hearing the scolding from below turned into restrained breathing, he rubbed and bit the silver-haired young man's Adam's apple.

“You really say one thing and mean another.”

Forced to raise his head, Wenxiu Lord bit his bloodshot lips to prevent any sound from escaping.

The smell of green grapes and rust mixed in the young man's mouth, so abrupt that it made him feel nauseous.

The good chef is dissatisfied with the ingredients refusing to release their full charm.

Pinching the silver-haired young man's jaw, Little Batty forced him to open his mouth and sucked out the blood beads with a low, hoarse voice.

"Why would you hurt yourself, Senior? I would feel bad."

He picked up a green grape from the plate and pressed it against Wenxiu Lord's closed teeth. He applied force with his fingertips, causing the skin to split open, and the juice was squeezed out and flowed into his mouth through the gap.

The juice that he couldn't swallow in time choked into his trachea, and Wenxiu Lord let out violent coughing fits, and his toes hanging in the air were trembling.

Little Barty took up the legs of Wenxiu Lord that were hanging at his waist, held Wenxiu Lord in his arms and sat on the table, patting his back.

"Senior, you are too careless." Faced with this perverted attempt to put the blame on someone else, Wenxiu Lord, who was still coughing, glared back with a self-satisfied glare.

With his masterpiece hanging on his body and tears in the corners of his eyes, this glare was very lethal, and little Batty was defeated almost instantly.

"It's all my fault, senior, please don't glare at me like that, I can't help it."

Holding Wenxiu Lord's body in his hands and pulling him into his arms, little Batty straightened his back, the meaning was self-evident.

"Get out! You pervert!"

After regaining his breath and finally being able to use his strength, Wenxiu Lord pushed little Barty away and quickly pulled up his open clothes.

Little Barty seemed to know that tonight's feast was over. He rubbed his fingertips regretfully, savoring the delicate touch.

With a cold snort, Wenxiu Lord put on his slippers, turned around and left with a cold face.

The steps of leaving were pulled back by a distance, Wenxiu Lord's expression was gloomy, and the tableware in the kitchen floated in the air.

"Why did you reject me? You like him very much, don't you?" Little Batty was puzzled. It was obvious that Wen Xiu had feelings for him, so why did he reject him?

The porcelain plates shattered into pieces. Wenxiu Lord laughed in anger and strangled little Barty's breath.

"How is it? Do you like it? Your heart is beating so fast, you must like it very much." Wenxiu Lord looked at little Batty's flushed face and let go of his hand before he lost consciousness.

Staggering back a few steps and leaning against the wall, little Batty breathed deeply, covered his throat and coughed a few times.

The place where he was pinched was hot and swollen. He rubbed it gently, and the arc of his mouth was extremely exaggerated.

"I like it. I'm a senior. I like everything that's given by a senior."

Wen Xiu Lord, who was watching all this coldly, took a step back with a chill when he heard his perverted speech, cursing in his heart, "Fuck, he was pinching her to his heart's content."

Little Barty, who never missed any opportunity, stepped forward, took Wenxiu Lord's hand and put it on his body, "As long as it can make you happy, no matter what you do to me, I will do it with pleasure."

Suddenly switching from the legal channel to pure love Mary Sue, Wenxiu Lord was caught off guard.

Neither the inner anger nor the physical desire could be effectively relieved. Wenxiu Lord admitted that his words were tempting, but he would rather suffer than let little Batty feel good.

Shaking off Little Batty, Wenxiu Lord sneered, raised his chin and looked down at him condescendingly.

"You are different from anyone around me, little Barty. You are my most loyal follower, and secondly my friend. Since you still want to gain my favor, then be someone useful to me. You are worthless now, and I have no interest in you. Perhaps after you become the Minister of Magic, I will be able to fulfill your wish?"

After patting little Barty's cheek twice with his backhand, Wenxiu Lord smiled gently and turned away ruthlessly.

The figure hiding behind the door disappeared into the darkness. Noticing the footsteps getting closer and closer, the shadow quietly left.

Buried in the corner of the stairs leading from the second floor to the third floor, Wenxiu Lord held onto the handrail beside him and covered his chest in fear.

I was almost becoming a real adult, what a close call.

Fortunately, his willpower was strong enough, and he was able to think quickly and set a very difficult goal for Batistuta.

I guess Batistuta won't do anything to him again in the short term, so he can have a good rest for more than half a month.

After calming his rapidly beating heart, Wenxiu Lord took several deep breaths before continuing to walk to the third floor.

When he reached the third floor, Wenxiu Lord saw Remus waiting at his door.

Remus obviously noticed someone at the stairs, and the two looked at each other and said at the same time, "Wen Xiu." "Remus?"

The two paused, then spoke at the same time. "Why are you here?" "I came to see you."

"Pfft." The question and answer spoken at the same time made Wenxiu Lord smile. He walked to Remus and said, "It's so late, why don't you rest? Do you have something important to tell me?"

Remus looked at him steadily, without answering, but instead raised a question.

"Wen Xiu didn't rest either. It's so late. What was Wen Xiu doing just now?"

Wenxiu Lord turned his head unnaturally to avoid Remus' sight, "Nothing, just going downstairs to have a glass of water."

Listening to the silver-haired young man's explanation, Remus' caramel-colored eyes became dim, with deep, thick and unreadable emotions flowing in them.

"Oh? So you went to drink some water."