HP has a villain system but has become a popular character

Sirius gave an order, and the members of the Order of the Phoenix behind him raised their hands at the same time and threw a miniature ball forward.

The Death Eaters, led by Tom Riddle, quickly took defensive measures and fired their wands to hit the oncoming objects.

The small ball was vulnerable to the attack of the spell and exploded directly, emitting a vast white mist.

The smoke quickly spread and swallowed everyone. Seeing this, Wenxiu Lord strode towards Tom Riddle, regardless of the wounds on his bare feet caused by sharp stones on the ground.

Lucius was shocked to see the silver-haired young man break free from his arms and rush forward regardless of anything. He released his hands that were covering his mouth and nose and called out loudly to the faint figure that disappeared in the white smoke.

"Come back! Ahem—Wen Xiu! Ahem! Ahem!"

Running with his arms tied and having to endure the piercing pain from the soles of his feet, every step Wenxiu Lord took was extremely difficult.

What's more, there were still unrepaired wounds on his soul. As he moved, the wounds rubbed against each other. Wenxiu Lord, who was always afraid of pain, became increasingly tortured and his vision became increasingly blurred.

Amidst the vast white smoke and panicked black robes, Wenxiu Lord moved forward with staggering but firm steps, leaving behind a trail of bright red footprints.

Amid the choking coughs that came one after another, the two words "Wen Xiu" became a crisp sound in the dull and murderous battlefield.

The two leaders of both sides suddenly started to feel nervous for no reason after hearing the name Wenxiu Lord.

No longer considering how to kill more of the other side, Sirius and Tom Riddle both wanted to end the battle quickly.

"Go!" Sirius stopped casting spells and urged the members of the Order of the Phoenix who were taking the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

The hurricane passed by, and Tom Riddle stared at the white smoke that was quickly dissipating in his sight with a grim expression, and the bright green light was ready to burst out.

"Confringo, Tarantollegra!"

Sirius was the only one left in the thin white smoke. Before he activated the portkey and disappeared, two spells were fired at Tom Riddle as planned.

After running to a place not far behind Tom Riddle with difficulty, Wenxiu Lord saw the man's raised hand posture and the green light on the tip of his staff, and cursed in his heart.

"Lord, be careful!"

In everyone's blurred vision, the silver-haired young man was extremely terrified, his eyes wide open and shouting at the top of his lungs.

Sirius, who had already triggered the portkey, widened his eyes in disbelief, "Wen Xiu!! No!!!" His grief-stricken voice twisted and deformed along with his figure, like the wailing of a vengeful ghost from hell.

The wind stopped, and the heavy rain extinguished the flames, revealing a bright white moon.

The white smoke completely dissipated.

Along with the white smoke, the only light in the dark night also dissipated.

Wenxiu Lord, he took away the only light in the darkness.

In the silence, everyone present's eyes were fixed on the silver-haired young man.

No, now he should be called the red-haired young man.

The silver threads were soaked with blood, and the long hair was cut and broken by Sirius's spell and scattered all over the ground, scattered and dilapidated like weeds.

How miserable does the young man look now?

His feet were stained with blood and mud, and his thin clothes were tattered.

The scarlet wounds and white bones were exposed to the cold air, and in just a few breaths the blood gathered into a small puddle under the young man's feet.

In the moonlight, it shines like beautiful stars.

Everyone was stunned, even Tom Riddle.

His limbs subconsciously caught Wenxiu Lord who was falling towards him, and his mind went blank.

All I saw was a sea of ​​scarlet.

The colors that once made him feel happy and the smells that once made him feel comfortable.

It was more dazzling than the flames that had just shot up into the sky, and more disgusting than the billowing smoke.

Fortunately, Vinciu Lord knew very well how much Sirius hated Tom Riddle.

Before deciding to block these two attacks, he took out a small protective alchemical item from the system space and held it in his palm, successfully slowing down most of the attacks of the spells.

Feeling that he would not die for a short while and that he could still be saved, Vinciu Lord endured the pain, exerted all his strength, and raised his arm tremblingly, trying to touch Tom Riddle's cheek.

He wanted to remind Tom Riddle to send him to St. Mungo's as soon as possible, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he vomited blood.

The warm liquid spread on his shirt, and Tom Riddle was finally burned back into thinking by the temperature.

He clenched Wenxiu Lord's hand, and stroked his cheek with that scarlet hand without a trace of white. His voice was trembling more than ever in his 40 years of life.

"Don't be afraid, Wenxiu. I will take you to St. Mungo's right now."

Tom Riddle raised his wand, his hand holding the handle trembling, and it took him several attempts to cast a few healing spells that were better than nothing.

Barely stopping the blood from flowing like a waterfall, Tom Riddle carefully hugged the uninjured shoulder of the silver-haired young man, and the two disappeared on the spot.

It turns out that Tom Riddle, who prides himself on being calm and smart, can only come up with the stupidest ideas when he is panicked.

It's just a pity for Wenxiu Lord, who already breathes out more than he breathes in. He has to drag his broken body and endure the process of teleportation.

[Warning! Warning! The host's health is too low and he is about to die! The host's health is too low and he is about to die! ]

【10, 9, 8...】

It was detected that Wenxiu Lord's health was rapidly decreasing at the speed of a cordless bungee jumping. The system in standby and dormant state suddenly came back to life and emitted a sharp explosion.

[Host!! What are you doing? ! ! ! ]

Several tentacles stretched out from the white light ball, and the system grabbed handfuls of the energy that had been saved and applied it recklessly to the wound on Wenxiu Lord's back.

Pushed too hard, the system, which was too troublesome to go back and forth, simply attacked itself, tearing off the energy in its body and starting to apply it to Wenxiu Lord's wound.

He kept trying to prevent the wound from getting worse while muttering to himself.

[Why is it so difficult to let you live well? You really make this system worry. I beg you, can't you live for yourself for two more days? ]

The host who was being talked about had already fainted and lost consciousness, and had no idea that the system, which rarely appeared and always spoke with emotionless electronic voice, had such a motherly side.

Lucius, who rushed into the crowd behind Wenxiu Lord, had completely collapsed at this moment.

Except for the dead ones, all the Death Eaters around him left the outskirts of the forest, leaving him alone standing there, his eyes fixed on the small pool of blood not far away.

It turns out that when a person is extremely sad, he really can't breathe.

When a person is in extreme pain, he or she may actually want to die.

Kneeling on the ground exhausted and covering his chest, Lucius raised his head and gasped for breath, but he could not feel any air entering his lungs. His heart hurt more and more, as if it was going to break.

Endless hatred crawled out from the abyss, extending its sharp nails and digging into his flesh.

at this moment.

He hated Sirius and hated why he attacked Voldemort.

Hate Voldemort, hate why he didn't kill Sirius quickly.

He also hated himself, hated himself for being cowardly and incompetent, and not daring to forcefully take Wenxiu Lord away.

"I hate everyone who made Wenxiu Lord suffer so much."

Lucius had not returned for a long time. Out of concern for her partner, Narcissa confirmed that the battle was over, changed into a concealing black robe, and walked out of Malfoy Manor.

At the edge of the forest, she saw Lucius, who looked even more miserable than a beggar.

She trotted over to the man, "Where are Wenxiu Lord and that adult?"

The urgent questioning called back the soul of the platinum man, but the man ignored her and disappeared on the spot with a numb expression.

There was blood everywhere she looked. Narcissa looked at the pool of blood not far away, and a worst-case scenario flashed through her mind.