HP has a villain system but has become a popular character

After this "accident", Remus was deprived of the right to stay in the study. Remus did not make too many complaints, but just knocked on the door every morning, and turned and left after being refused entry.

After the intense work in the past few days, without massage to relieve his headache, Wenxiu Lord, who relied on vitality potions every day, became more and more upset.

After all, the culprit who made him so irritable now was the person who could relieve his headache.

He threw the quill in his hand onto the table where there were no documents, and drops of ink blasted out on the mahogany table.

Now even looking at the scenery outside the window and feeling the breeze can't make him calm. Remus was locked outside the door by him, and Severus, who was allowed to come in, has been missing for so many days. Even though he knew that he was fine, he still couldn't stop thinking about it.

Staring at the pile of documents left at hand, Wenxiu Lord opened the drawer, took out a bottle of vitality potion, pinched his nose and drank it in one gulp.

I slept well for two days before returning to the manor for the holiday. Not only did I regain my energy, but the magic potion remaining in my body was also metabolized long ago.

The taste is as bad as ever, and the effect is as effective as ever.

Feeling that the entire root of his tongue was numb from the bitterness, Wenxiu Lord quickly took out a piece of candy and put it in his mouth. The fatigue in his body was forcibly suppressed, just like taking stimulants. The boy waved his wand to clean the ink on the table, picked up the feather pen, resigned himself to the "battle" again.

As the sun set, the wind blowing into the room gradually became cooler. After finally correcting the last document, Wenxiu Lord finally relaxed.

Finally, he dealt with the accumulated documents in advance. There was still a week of rest before the business trip. The boy's tense nerves relaxed, and he had hardly slept for a while. His exhausted body could not support himself and he wanted to just close his eyes and fall asleep.

Wenxiu Lord rubbed his overloaded brain, which was about to reach its peak, with one hand and drank another bottle of potion.

He couldn't sleep yet, Severus wasn't in a good condition. At least, he had to resolve the problem between them, otherwise he might not sleep well.

"Sebastian."

Just a simple greeting, no further words needed, and then there was a knock on the door outside the study.

The butler who turned him from a capitalist into a beast of burden walked in from outside.

"I don't know what you want, Master."

During this time, Wenxiu Lord was busy, and Sebastian was also not idle. Many of the work that was originally done by him in the manor were assigned to other servants. Although those servants did not do it as perfectly as he did, he was too busy now and had no time to take care of him.

"Severus is still brewing potions?"

Sebastian took a few steps forward and shrunk all the processed documents and made them float around him, "Yes, Master. Mr. Snape has been staying in the potions room since he came back."

‘Crack. ’

The feather pen in Wenxiu Lord's hand was crushed by him.

The young man suppressed his heartache and anger at the young man for not taking care of his body, "You go down first, all the accumulated documents have been processed, you can take a few days off after you finish these, you have to go on a business trip in two days, right?"

He pointed at the dark blue under Sebastian's eyes, which were the same as his own, and waved his hand in annoyance.

When Wenxiu Lord walked out of the study after half a month, he did not feel relieved. What he felt was only the anger that was buried in the ashes and had never been extinguished, which could be ignited instantly by a slight breeze.

In the potion room, the flickering flames made the potion in the crucible boil continuously. In the misty fog, Severus stood in front of the crucible, numbly stirring the liquid in the crucible in front of him. The flames were as uneasy as his mood.

It was not until the loud sound of the door being pushed open reached his ears that Severus finally felt relieved. He suppressed his joy, pretended to be frightened with his hands shaking, and turned his head to look in the direction where the sound came from.

Seeing the boy's much thinner body, Severus frowned, somewhat dissatisfied with why Remus and Sebastian did not keep a close eye on the boy in front of them to eat on time.

Wenxiu Lord retracted his wand and saw Severus looking at him in surprise. He looked him up and down to confirm that he had not lost any weight, had no dark circles under his eyes, and his hair was not greasy. The anger in his heart subsided a little.

He rushed to Severus and held Severus' wrist. The black-haired boy resisted and tried to break free. Wenxiu Lord frowned, even the tail of his brow was lowered. He held Severus' wrist tightly to prevent him from breaking free. "Let's talk."

Severus stood there with his lips tightly pursed. Wenxiu Lord turned around and was so angry at the sight of his aggrieved young wife that he laughed.

What is this? Dare to do it but not take responsibility? If you don't know, you would think he bullied someone.

A sour and unpleasant smell rushed into his nose. Wenxiu Lord quickly picked out several potion ingredients at the table and threw them into the crucible. He cast a spell at the potion that was about to fail, and the stirring rod automatically rotated slowly around the edge of the pot.

"Your potion will not fail, now come with me." There was no doubt in his tone.

Severus was silently pulled out of the potion room by him, and secretly raised the corners of his mouth at an angle where the boy could not see.

Wenxiu Lord finally brought the man to his bedroom.

After throwing the man onto the sofa, Severus frowned and was about to get up and leave, but he was fixed in the middle by two arms, one on the left and one on the right.

"Wen Xiu, what are you doing!" It was a rare high-pitched tone.

Wenxiu Lord raised his eyebrows, "Hey, are you willing to talk to me?"

Severus froze, his lips pursed into a straight line, unwilling to speak again.

Wenxiu Lord was furious. His brain, which was about to freeze, was now unable to think. He just wanted the person in front of him to speak.

Under Severus' genuinely shocked gaze, he rubbed his lips with his fingertips, forcefully prying them open to reveal his neat, white teeth.

The nails tapped lightly on the teeth, and the next second they went straight into his mouth, with the index and middle fingers slightly open, forcing Severus to open his mouth wide.

"Why are you hiding from me? I should be the one to run away from."

When the silver-haired boy is not smiling, his face is always cold and aggressive. Now he is squinting his eyes, and people who don’t know him would probably find him very strange.

Severus was shocked that Wenxiu Lord would actually do such a thing. The effect was far beyond his expectations.

He used a little force with his teeth, leaving a mark on Wenxiu Lord's finger, and raised the tip of his tongue, feeling the wet and hot feeling brushing across his fingertips, as if he wanted to say something.

Seeing that Severus was willing to speak, Wenxiu Lord pulled out his fingers, still staring at him with a cold gaze.

The boy, who had been planning for a long time, finally spoke out the lines he had prepared long ago.

"You are resisting me, but you are not resisting Sirius Black. Just like Goyle and Crabbe said beside Malfoy, maybe I am not worthy to stand by your side."

Wenxiu Lord's frowning brows became even tighter, and murderous intent flickered in his eyes. "What did they say?"

"Half-blood bastard."

The silver-haired boy tensed up when he heard this word, and it was obvious that he was extremely angry.

Severus lowered his head pretending to be disappointed and sad, with the same murderous intent in his eyes.

If he was the boy who hadn't left Spider's End, he might have swallowed his anger and let resentment grow in his heart. But now he was no longer the powerless boy. During their time together, Wenxiu Lord had taught him many things, including 'revenge for every grievance'.

Therefore, he would never let Goyle and Crabbe go.

The long hair rubbed against Wenxiu Lord's sleeves, sending a slight itch through the fabric, which brought back some of the boy's rationality.

Wenxiu Lord sighed, exhausted his strength and sat down next to Severus, "Why did I resist you? Don't you know what happened? Don't you remember what you did?"

"You are the friend I chose early on,"

'My favorite professor.'

"You will definitely be by my side in the future."

"You will definitely live well."

The boy leaned his head tiredly on Severus' shoulder, the familiar bitter scent of potion filling his nose.

"sorry."

Wenxiu Lord's consciousness became increasingly blurred. In the dimness, he seemed to hear himself saying, "It's okay. Don't hide from me anymore."

Feeling the even and long breathing beside him, Severus turned his head and stared at his sleeping face, picked him up and put him on the big bed he hadn't seen for a long time, then lay down beside the boy under a layer of quilt and also fell into a deep sleep.