HP has a villain system but has become a popular character

The corridor was quiet, and the sunlight shone through the window lattice onto the ground, casting a small patch of brightness.

Two figures passed by, leaving their overlapping shadows briefly on the wall.

The shadows are as close as their masters, even blending together as if they were one person.

The two of them walked hurriedly past, stirring up the dust and making it dance joyfully in this small, bright world.

The silver-haired boy spread out his palm, allowing Severus to hold his hand, and took out his handkerchief to wipe and knead it.

He just looked at him so tenderly, just like every day when they were just the two of them, the silver-haired boy would look at the black-haired boy intently in his spare time with those eyes that could easily capture someone's attention.

It's been a long time since I last felt this way, Severus thought.

With only the two of them, she didn't have to think about anything. She could clearly feel the silver-haired boy's eyes on her.

Even when revealing his true feelings, Severus's character rarely allows him to behave inappropriately in front of others as blatantly as Sirius did.

The black-haired boy knew that he could not match Remus' gentleness and tolerance, nor could he match Cirith's frankness and outspokenness, so he accompanied her in silence, using his actions to express his strong emotions.

When they were alone, he would use some tricks from time to time to get close to her, and he would also mercilessly spray venom at the two suitors standing next to Wenxiu Lord.

But most of the time, he just stood soberly beside the boy, accompanying him all the time, watching the number of companions around him increase, and watching him share the preferences that originally belonged to him with others.

The handkerchief wrapped around his fingertips, isolating them from the scorching heat. The lines on the boy's palm were most familiar to him. Every night when the two of them went to sleep, he would hold his hand tightly, interlocking their fingers or carefully describing the feelings.

Now the two of them often hold hands, but it’s just ordinary hand holding.

The crowd surrounding Wenxiu Lord prevented Severus from feeling every part of the boy's palm in detail.

The two just shook hands briefly and then parted in a normal manner.

Wenxiu Lord looked at Severus. It seemed that they had not been alone so peacefully for a long time.

Since the start of the second school year, the originally peaceful and warm time alone turned into a daily routine of drinking potions and being teased. The evil-minded Slytherin always bullied the teenagers who had no defense against him.

At this moment, Wenxiu Lord actually missed this kind of peaceful and warm time together as before.

The black-haired boy lowered his head, his long, fluffy, slightly curly hair was tied behind his back with a dark green headband. He stared at his palms with a focused expression, wiping each and every fingertip carefully and gently, as if he was handling the most precious potion material in the world.

Wenxiu Lord has always liked watching Severus concentrate on brewing potions or processing potion materials, just like the card in the system space.

He shines in his field with a unique style.

Subconsciously.

"Sev."

The boy's name came out of his heart and he spoke it out loud.

Wenxiu Lord seldom calls Severus. He likes to call him by his name Severus. Only when he doesn't want to drink the potion or needs his help, Wenxiu Lord will call Severus in a flattering and coquettish manner.

Severus once casually asked the silver-haired boy why he didn't call him Severus in his daily life.

What was Wenxiu Lord’s reaction at that time?

He turned his head away as if somewhat unnaturally, revealing his red face, revealing the tips of his ears that were visibly red.

Severus heard the silver-haired boy say something in a language he couldn't understand, and could only barely make out two words: xifu.

Is it his own name, Sifu? But it sounds a little different from his own name.

Severus looked up information afterwards and found out that the language the boy spoke, which he could not understand, was called Chinese, but he could not find out what his words meant.

"Ok?"

Severus' ears twitched slightly when he heard Wenxiu Lord calling him Severus for the first time in a long time. This intimate name soothed his restless emotions.

The black-haired boy was not yet at the age of voice change, and his voice was still immature. But it was this immature voice, coupled with the upturned corners of his eyes when he looked at her, that was like champagne in his mouth.

Countless tiny bubbles exploded in the mouth, causing even the root of the tongue and throat to feel numb and itchy.

Wenxiu Lord looked away, wanting to pull back his palm which was hot and red for unknown reasons, "Don't wipe it. Didn't I drink the barrier potion just now? I won't be infected."

"And Abraxas Malfoy didn't really have dragon pox, otherwise it wouldn't have been incurable." Wenxiu Lord complained in his heart.

A flame burned the handkerchief, and Severus took out another handkerchief from his pocket and continued wiping.

Wenxiu Lord always forgot that he had a handkerchief in his pocket, and whenever he forgot and needed it, Severus would take out the extra one he had prepared and hand it to him.

This is the tacit understanding and habit that the two have lived with for a long time, and it is also the black-haired boy's silent indulgence of the silver-haired boy.

"I know."

When Severus sat next to Lucius at noon, the black-haired boy smelled the strong scent of potion on Abraxas Malfoy.

With the rich knowledge of potions he had learned in the past two years and his keen sense of the smell of each potion, he quickly identified that this was a potion for treating dragon pox.

That's why he was so alert when Abraxas Malfoy appeared in front of them.

Severus was afraid that the platinum man would pass the filthy infectious disease to his boy, even though it was not so easy for dragon pox to spread to others through simple contact.

Upon learning that it was Vincius Lord who took the initiative to find Abraxas Malfoy, Severus struggled internally and finally chose to trust the boy.

However, for Wenxiu Lord's safety, he took the boy back to the dormitory as quickly as possible.

After watching the boy drink the barrier potion, he felt at ease leaving him alone with Malfoy.

Severus's expression was expressionless, "I just think he's dirty."

Wenxiu Lord laughed in silence, and the silver-haired boy pretended to be angry and snorted, "Oh, so you dislike me too?"

Severus paused what he was doing, raised his head and looked seriously into the silver-gray eyes of Wenxiu Lord. Even his dark pupils were tinged with a hint of silver.

"I wouldn't despise you even if you did get dragon pox." I would just heal you, confine you, and protect you.

The faces of both parties were so close that Wenxiu Lord felt that his soul was about to be pulled into the abyss by the other's dark eyes.

He pulled his hand away from Severus's palm, not daring to look directly at the emotions that Severus rarely expressed but were always hidden in his eyes.

"How could I get dragon pox!" Wenxiu Lord pushed Severus away and turned to leave, "I'm going to find Lily and the others."

He paused, and Severus grabbed his wrist.

The second handkerchief was also burned, leaving nothing between their skins.

Severus's calloused fingertips slid across the boy's wrist, caressing the fair skin on the inside of his wrist that revealed the blue and purple blood vessels.

He touched the lines on the palm, inserted his fingers into the silver-haired boy's fingers, bent his fingers, pulled the gap between the two palms in, and disappeared.

The palm lines of two people fit closely together.