HP has a villain system but has become a popular character

Everyone chatted for a while before leaving. The second-year Gryffindors and Slytherins had to attend the first class together in the afternoon, which was Herbology.

Severus' relationship with the Herbology professor can only be described as being at the stage where they just know each other by name and have not had much contact for two years.

So he could only turn around and leave with a sullen face, leaving the seat next to Wenxiu Lord to Remus, who was still under observation in the medical wing, and Regulus, who had no classes in the afternoon.

James Potter dragged Sirius, who was unwilling to leave, by choking him, and complained that he had not been to class or training for several days. If he didn't go to class, his brain would definitely turn into vomit-flavored beans.

Other little wizards who were visiting their friends were passing by and saw Sirius kicking his legs. They looked back curiously.

"No, James, you're just jealous that I haven't been to class these days!"

James Potter, who was exposed, tightened his arms. The boy's tone was dangerous, and veins bulged out of his forehead despite his forced smile.

"Sirius, what nonsense are you talking about? I'm doing this for your own good. You're the only poor student around Wenxiu Lord right now. Come with me to class."

There was no answer, because Sirius was now unable to speak, he felt like he was being strangled to death.

After dragging Sirius and Wenxiu Lord away, the room fell into complete silence.

Wenxiu Lord let out a long sigh, and his ears finally quieted down. After eating and drinking, he now felt warm from the inside out.

Leaning against the head of the bed, feeling comfortable and cozy, Remus and Regulus found topics to chat with the silver-haired boy.

The window frames opened and cast rays of sunlight onto the ground, which were occasionally blocked by passing clouds. The scent of grass outside the window replaced the pungent smell of disinfectant in the room. Wenxiu Lord took a deep breath, and his body and mind were healed.

After the few people left, Remus didn't stay long and returned to his bed before Madam Pomfrey came back for rounds.

The room was quiet, and the sounds of nature leaped out. The sparrows on the branches were chirping, the warm wind plucked the grass tips, rustled the leaves, and occasionally tapped on the window, playing the music of nature.

The sick and listless little wizards were lulled into a dream by this natural lullaby. Wenxiu Lord sat against the head of the bed, half-closed his eyes, and listened carefully to the splendor of nature.

The sun and the moon shone together. Regulus sat silently, staring into the boy's silver-gray eyes, guarding his moon.

Soon after, the moon disappeared, obscured by the angel's wings.

Wenxiu Lord was drowsy, his head drooping slowly, his silver-gray hair hanging down, with the ends of his hair slightly lifted by the warm breeze.

Regulus stood up carefully, without making any noise to disturb the boy's deep sleep. When the boy was about to fall sideways on the bed, a small but warm enough hand caught him firmly.

As light as a feather, Regulus sat down next to Wenxiu Lord and rested his head on his shoulder.

The warm wind blew past, playfully entwining the two people's hair. Regulus stretched out his unburned hand and carefully interlocked his fingers with the boy's.

At this moment, his heartbeat was louder than anything else in the world, noisy and gentle.

The moon disappeared, and the warm sun's light was blown all over the earth by the wind. On the hospital bed, the two young men snuggled together and fell asleep together.

When Madam Pomfrey opened the isolation curtain, she saw this beautiful scene that no one could bear to destroy. She did not intend to disturb the two of them. She cast a silent detection spell on the silver-haired boy in Regulus' arms, confirmed that there was nothing wrong, and looked at the two of them lovingly for a long time before leaving slowly.

"This kind of nice weather is perfect for training on the Quidditch field. It was freezing cold the past two days. I almost froze into an ice cream cone during training."

James Potter complained to Sirius in a low voice, pulled out the herbs in his hand, and dunked the flowerpot with his other hand by the edge of the pot.

The "soil" in the flowerpot was successfully scattered, but unsuccessfully fell on the little wizard opposite.

The person opposite first stood there in a daze for a second, and then there was a sharp explosion that lasted for half a minute.

"Ahhhhhhhhh! James Potter! You spilled dragon shit on me!"

Everyone in the herb room felt a pain in their eardrums. Sirius quickly took off his gloves, pulled out his wand, and shot the person opposite him to clear his ears. Only then did his ears become quiet.

The professor of herbal medicine still had gloves on his hands that were covered with dragon dung compound fertilizer. He rushed over without taking them off and asked, "What's wrong? What's going on?"

The young Slytherin wizard who was covered in dragon dung felt so dirty that he couldn't even face anyone. He pointed at James Potter and shouted, "Professor! He sprinkled that disgusting and smelly dragon dung fertilizer on me!"

James Potter wanted to open his mouth to refute, but was pushed back by Lily beside him. He reluctantly admitted his mistake, "Sorry, Professor, I accidentally spilled dragon manure fertilizer on him."

Because of his good attitude in admitting his mistake, the Herbology Professor only deducted 2 points from him and left.

James Potter looked up and saw the little wizard opposite him glaring at him angrily. He raised the bag of fresh dragon dung compound fertilizer in his hand.

"Why are you glaring at me? Your screams are more lethal than a young mandrake. A grown man is whining like a woman. If you glare at me again, I will pour all the fresh ones in this bag on you."

After saying this, the corners of his lips curled up into an evil smile, which scared the wizard opposite so much that he quickly looked away.

With a sneer, "Coward." James Potter continued to replace the fertilizer with soil for the herbs in his hand.

Severus, who was standing at the door, quickly and neatly finished the content in his hand. When he heard the voice, he looked up at Sirius who was absent-mindedly standing diagonally opposite him, and rolled his eyes in disgust in his heart.

As the sun sets in the west, the golden color turns into orange, warm and cold meet, and I embrace the wind to continue the second half of the waltz.

The sleeping Wenxiu Lord shuddered in the cold and squeezed into Regulus's arms. A gust of cool wind blew past, causing him to sneeze, "A-choo!"

These few hours of sleep were the first sweet dream Regulus had had in the past few days. He raised his eyes after hearing a hazy and vague voice, and saw Wenxiu Lord curled up in his arms.

The cold wind blew, and the boy in his arms shivered even more. Regulus pulled out his wand, moved his lips, and closed the window beside the bed.

He was not yet able to cast a silent spell, so he could only try his best to keep his voice low so as not to wake the boy in his arms.

Unfortunately, Wenxiu Lord was already in a half-asleep state. When he heard the voice ringing in his ears, he raised his eyelids with difficulty.

"Well."

The blurry scene before his eyes became clear along with his reason. Wenxiu Lord blinked and looked up to meet Regulus' eyes.

The boy's gentleness was enough to drown him, "Wen Xiu, you're awake."

Wenxiu Lord, who was completely awake, sat up and said, "Sorry, Regulus, I fell asleep leaning on you." Although he forgot when he leaned on Regulus.

The movement was quite large, and the quilt on his body was lifted to one side, revealing Regulus's hand covered with scars, which he had no time to dodge and hide.

"What did you do with your hands!"

Regulus tried to pull his hand back behind his back, but Vinciu Lord grabbed his wrist, but the force was light and he couldn't break free.

I can't, and I don't want to.

"I just got burned accidentally." Regulus explained dryly. He didn't want Wenxiu Lord to ask too many questions. He couldn't lie to the boy.

Wenxiu Lord touched Regulus' wound with his eyes full of pity. The wound was stinging and tingling.

Regulus lowered his eyes and watched the gentle movements of applying medicine to himself. His broken soul was patched up and the boy blew in warm wind.

He looked at him and thought to himself.

All of them are evil ghosts nurtured by Wenxiu Lord's kindness and gentleness. If everyone goes to hell after death, Wenxiu Lord will definitely be in hell as well.

When they entered the court, Regulus felt that Wenxiu Lord would be more sinful than them, and the crime he would be sentenced to would be "being too gentle to them."