HP has a villain system but has become a popular character

There was deathly silence in the magnificent and solemn manor. The cold wind was even more bleak here. The white peacocks were shivering and hiding in their nests. The weather magic in the manor had long lost its effect.

The man's original idea was to ask Lucius to cancel the surveillance of Wenxiu Lord. After all, watching the young man's romantic affairs every day was boring and ridiculous.

Standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, I didn't see the owl that delivered the letter on time today.

After meeting Vincent Lord yesterday, Tom Riddle lost some interest in the young man. In his opinion, he was just a person who charmed people's minds with his looks, and he thought that he had something special that was worth paying attention to.

After waiting for a few more minutes, my already limited patience was completely exhausted.

Abraxas Malfoy, who was handling family documents, felt the burning pain of the Dark Mark on his wrist. It was the call of the master who had carved this mark for him.

The pain made my hands tremble involuntarily, and drops of ink fell on the paper, unfolding a few black flowers.

Putting down the feather pen in his hand and sighing, the man stood up, picked up the snake-head cane beside him, propped himself up and walked towards the study.

There were no living creatures in the castle except the house-elves and Death Eaters. Even the moving Malfoy ancestors in the portraits had fled to somewhere unknown, leaving only their empty backs.

The notebook fell heavily on the expensive carpeted floor with a dull thud, and the slow intervals were long.

Before there was a knock on the door, the door of the study was opened, and the platinum man walked in with his head lowered and saluted respectfully.

The man knelt on the ground and did not kiss the corner of his robe, but Tom Riddle did not blame him, because the man's body was now at the end of his strength.

This was the result Tom Riddle most wanted to see.

"Abu, are you feeling better lately?" Abraxas Malfoy thought to himself with hypocritical concern as he lowered his eyes.

The scarlet eyes looked at the haggard man, and even a bitter smile seemed a little labored. "Lord, I'm afraid my body will hardly survive this winter."

Bury your head lower and do your best to complete this drama.

Tom Riddle was very satisfied with this answer. In his opinion, it was an honor for this platinum man that Abraxas Malfoy died from the potion he brewed himself.

The two of them pretended to be nice and played along, presenting a harmonious scene of host and friend being respectful to each other.

"Abu, I didn't hear from Lucius today. I'm worried about him."

It's said to be worry, but in fact it's questioning.

Abraxas Malfoy didn't want to suffer this unexpected disaster. If he was hit by another Cruciatus bullet now, he would probably be hung on the wall like his elders, a motionless portrait, before the plan was completed.

"Lord, the temperature dropped suddenly today. Narcissa Black sent a letter. Lucius is ill and has not left his dormitory for two days."

He closed his mouth, his tone was respectful but also apprehensive, "I hope the Lord can forgive his negligence."

Tom Riddle, who controlled the entire Malfoy Manor, had seen the letter a long time ago, but now he no longer trusted Malfoy and only trusted himself.

The black wand was stroked and played with on the white fingertips, and he said, "Abu, raise your head."

The platinum man's long hair was cut off in disgust because it could not regain its luster. Now it has neat short hair, which is meticulously fixed with hairspray, revealing a smooth and full forehead behind his head.

A drop of sweat fell, and Abraxas Malfoy cursed in his heart, but he didn't dare to delay. He raised his head obediently, staring at the ground respectfully without looking at the man opposite him.

"Look at me." The mellow and deep voice was extremely bewitching, yet there was danger lurking beneath it.

The cold grey eyes that were exactly the same as Lucius's were raised, and the trembling of the eyelashes revealed the man's uneasy heart.

When their eyes met, they were captivated by the scarlet blood.

The memory was turned over by others, and Abraxas Malfoy took out a tribute that could make a man happy, which was a letter from Narcissa Black and the concern for Lucius' health.

The man felt his stomach churn when his weak body was simply checked for memory, but fortunately, Tom Riddle was very satisfied with the 'truth' he saw.

The line of sight was disconnected, and Abraxas Malfoy, who was kneeling on the ground, broke out in a cold sweat. He covered his mouth, which was about to spit out filth, and the blue veins on the back of his hand were throbbing.

Seeing this, Tom Riddle's eyes flashed with disgust and he waved his hand. Abraxas Malfoy stood up with difficulty, bowed respectfully and left.

Sirius didn't expect that he would see Remus to accompany him before he was discharged from the hospital today.

On the bed opposite, Remus, who had fallen asleep after drinking the potion, had a sickly red face, his chest heaving with difficulty breathing, and the quilt was unconsciously lifted due to the self-heating of his body.

Waving his wand, Sirius covered him with the quilt, and considerately cast a fixing spell to ensure that Remus could not lift the quilt no matter how he moved.

While sleeping, Remus dreamed of the backs of three people leaving in the evening of the day before yesterday. He wanted to catch up with them to ask, but the distance between them was getting farther and farther.

Then, he felt a suffocating feeling, which made it hard for him to breathe, as if he was falling into lava.

It devoured his bones, flesh, blood and skin bit by bit, and deprived him of his breath.

As the lava was about to engulf his vision, Remus saw from his nightmare a pair of extremely familiar hands reaching out to him.

Sitting up suddenly, breathing heavily, the sheets beneath him soaked with sweat, Remus covered his throat with both hands, and forced air into his lungs.

The feelings in the dream lingered in his real body, and Remus was trembling all over. It took him a long time to realize that everything just now was just a dream.

There were people sitting around the bed. Sirius, Lily and James Potter looked at him worriedly. Sirius controlled his body with both hands, and James Potter raised his hand high.

If he didn't wake up, the slap would fall on Remus' face.

James Potter withdrew his hand awkwardly. Madam Pomfrey, who came over, glanced at Sirius and James, pushed them aside, and asked worriedly about Remus' physical condition.

While Lily was worried about Remus, she also found James Potter's aggrieved expression somewhat amusing. She quietly held his hand and used small gestures to comfort the boy.

After confirming that Remus was not seriously injured, Madam Pomfrey took out a few bottles of potion and handed them to him, telling him to drink them on time. Then she grabbed James Potter by the collar and threw him out.

He gave Sirius a good warning before turning around.

Severus, who had been sitting silently beside Lily's bed, saw that the farce was finally over, so he took out the potion from his pocket and put it in Remus' hand.

He frowned with disgust.

"This is what Wenxiu made for you when he heard you were sick. It's better than the potion in the hospital wing."

Remus gripped the bottle of potion, loosened his grip and held it carefully in his palm.

When he was in deep emotional straits, the silver-haired boy extended a helping hand.

The random thoughts caused by the illness were greatly relieved at this moment.

"Where's Wen Xiu? Why didn't he come?"

Severus didn't want to say more to him, vaguely feeling like he was looking at some brainless magical creature.

"If your brain isn't fried, you should remember that Wen Xiu is sick."

The black-haired boy didn't even want to glance at Sirius beside him. He said goodbye to Lily in a kind tone and left the medical wing in a hurry.

After delivering the potion according to Wenxiu Lord, he had to go back to accompany him quickly, otherwise, that idiot Lucius would do something stupid.

Sirius gritted his teeth in hatred and stared at Remus on the bed. Lily asked, "Are you two going to see Wen Xiu tonight?"

They both turned their heads, their voices firm.

"go."