HP has a villain system but has become a popular character

The students from the four colleges shouted Wenxiu Lord's name in unison, and some even printed his name on a huge flag. Several of them clasped their hands and waved it vigorously, causing Wenxiu Lord in the middle of the venue to notice their presence.

The faint smile deepened, and a few white teeth were revealed between the two lips that were soaked with cherry juice. When those people saw that it was they who made the young man smile brightly, their cheeks flushed and they danced even harder, making the flag flutter.

A few young Slytherin wizards were particularly indignant when they saw that the head of their house had lost attention to Gryffindor. They took out the huge banner they had prepared long ago and unfolded it in the crowd, making it particularly conspicuous.

The smile on Wenxiu Lord's face was a little cracked, and he wanted to take out his wand and burn the banner immediately. Because the banner had several photos of him printed on it, and they were clear and enlarged.

Seeing that Wenxiu Lord had focused his attention on Slytherin College, the little snakes proudly raised their chins towards Gryffindor and quickly put away the banner.

They'd felt a little ashamed when they'd made it, and if it hadn't been for those Gryffindors, the banner might never have seen the light of day.

When the tour guide saw the banner, he couldn't help but complain, "Wow, this."

Seeing the color and the academy, the docent recalled who his employer was. His fearless tongue suddenly became unsettled. He tried to change the subject, but when he saw the boy's face on the big screen, he accidentally spoke his true feelings. "Is he a veela? I feel my heart beating for him. I think I'm falling in love with him."

When the commentator on the opposite side heard this, he thought that his good colleague wanted to use his position to seek benefits for himself, and used these words to attract the attention of the gentle head of the Lord family on the field. Not wanting to be outdone, he opened his mouth to try to win the attention of Wenxiu Lord.

"How can he have Veela blood? Veela doesn't even have one tenth of his blood."

Wenxiu Lord listened to the two tour guides' almost teasing words, lowered his brows in displeasure, and was perfectly presented in front of all the audience on the big screen.

In an instant, the two tour guides were fixed by countless gazes, some were sympathetic, some were gloating, some were watching the show, and most of them wanted to cast a spell on them to make the silver-haired boy happy.

There were also a few glances that clearly carried murderous intent, which made the hairs on the backs of the two men stand up, and they decisively admitted their mistakes and apologized.

"I'm sorry Mr. Lord, I didn't mean to offend you. I sincerely apologize to you."

"I hope Mr. Lord can forgive our nonsense."

Tom Riddle heard the teasing in the two people's words, glanced coldly at the two "dead men", and became even more curious about Wenxiu Lord in his heart.

The head of a family, who possesses such power and is admired by everyone, is not afraid of him, but those two idiots dare to tease him.

Wenxiu Lord, your face is really your best disguise.

His eyes moved away from the two dead men apologizing, and when they touched the silver-haired boy, he quickly looked away as if he had been burned.

The elegance and humility that Barty Crouch Jr. pretended to have faded away, and his sinister gaze sentenced the two men to death.

He would not allow anyone to defile his bird.

Wenxiu Lord ignored the two tour guides. Someone would teach them a lesson to please him. He just had to wait for that person to come to him to take credit.

The players from both teams shook hands one-on-one before the game. Wenxiu Lord looked at the girl standing opposite him. The girl's cheeks were a little red, and she avoided looking at him. The polite handshake was just a touch of the fingertips before the fingertips quickly pulled away and dropped to the side of the body.

Wenxiu Lord chuckled, his cold and gentle voice causing the girl's eardrums to vibrate, "Good luck in the game."

Hearing the encouragement from her opponent, the boy was just as gentle and gentleman as she imagined. The girl raised her head, more confident, "Thank you, Wenxiu Lord, can I call you Lord?"

Wenxiu Lord was slightly stunned, and raised his eyebrows, "Of course."

The two teams shook hands and separated. The Hufflepuff badgers surrounded their captain, the girl from before, and teased her. The girl blushed and pretended to be serious and gave them a few words of instruction.

Wenxiu Lord rode on his flying broom and moved towards his position. The other team members also hovered in their proper positions. Both sides were ready and everything was ready to go, just waiting for the referee's order.

The Golden Snitch was released early and disappeared in a few seconds. Wenxiu Lord and the chaser on the opposite side kept observing everything within their sight, trying to find the golden Snitch with its afterimage.

The whistle blew, and the players tried their best to play the most beautiful game. Wenxiu Lord and the chaser on the opposite side did not move, but just slowly rotated on the spot.

Suddenly, there was a flash of gold in his sight. Wenxiu Lord acted decisively, dodging a flying Bludger and chasing in the direction he had just seen.

The Chaser on the other side didn't see the Snitch, but noticed Vinciu Lord's movements and reacted quickly to follow the silver-haired boy.

During this match, all the spectators present were watching intently, as everyone was chasing after the only trace of silver in the field.

Lucius did not return to Abraxas Malfoy after the game started, but waited in the preparation room. They would come back after the game to take off their protective gear, so he would have the opportunity to tie up the boy's long hair with his own hands.

He thought that his technique would definitely be better than that of Snape, after all, he also had long hair.

Lucius did not go to watch the game outside. He believed that their Slytherin team would definitely win this game.

He believed in Wenxiu Lord.

Lucius sat on the bench for the team members to rest, staring at the hairband in his palm with his eyes lowered. The air in the room became a little thin, perhaps because the curtain was drawn.

Lucius sniffed the faint scent of roses in the air, and gradually, he felt the smell becoming more and more fragrant, gradually filling every corner of the room.

It turned into a gossamer and clung to his robe, wrapping him tightly. Every breath he took was filled with the scent of that young boy.

The smell made Lucius' mind more and more hazy, and gradually he could not even distinguish between reality and dreams.

Only when he is alone in the dormitory will he be in this state, missing the boy unconsciously, without considering any realistic factors, and following his own heart.

His vision gradually blurred, and he floated in the void, getting himself into chaotic and scattered thoughts.

Lucius remembered that in the beginning, it was his father and that adult who ordered him to gain the trust of the silver-haired boy.

Sirius Black was not the only one who was dazzled when they first met at the banquet. Lucius stared at the boy's exquisite and gorgeous features. He thought that even without the order of his father and that adult, he would make friends with this person.

It's a pity that their friendship was formed with a purpose from the beginning to the end. His every word and action was hypocritical, but also sincere, which he never realized.

After school started, the relationship between the two of them seemed to become closer.

No, not getting any closer.

He was just carrying out the orders of the adult, who ordered him to gain the boy's friendship and become the eyes that stood beside the boy and watched over him.

He was like a licensed thief, so he happily squeezed into the crowd of young men and made a place for himself.

Every time Lucius was teased by Narcissa Black, he would get angry. The skill he had cultivated of not showing his emotions on his face seemed to be of no use when it came to things related to the teenager.

It was obvious that he and Wenxiu Lord were just friends, and their relationship was only superficial.

Wenxiu Lord never accepted his own invitation, and even the invitation he promised to himself did not come true.

But why do I feel more depressed after explaining myself?

Lucius, in a trance, was eager to find an answer. He thought hard and racked his brains.

In this void where he could follow his heart without having to think about anything, the platinum boy believed he had found an answer. He wanted to truly become friends with Wenxiu Lord.

Realizing his inner thoughts, Lucius should have been suppressed, because he knew that he and the boy could never have a friendship without mixed interests.

Interests are the basis for maintaining a relationship, not to mention that you have your own purpose.

But the message conveyed by his brain was joyful, and his body was happy because he recognized his own heart.

An unknown amount of time had passed, so long that Lucius felt like he had been in this space for a century. His fingertips unconsciously stroked the headband, and he held it in front of him, entwining it with his platinum hair.