HP has a villain system but has become a popular character

"Looked up."

The magnetic and deep voice was bewitching, and the sound was ethereal, just like the owner of the voice, dangerous and unpredictable.

The platinum figure kneeling on the ground raised his head. Same position, same action, 'the son follows in his father's footsteps', and now the servile person has become Lucius.

Looking at the fear and awe that Lucius was trying hard to conceal in his eyes, Tom Riddle raised the corners of his lips with satisfaction.

Only by fearing him can you obey him. Lucius Malfoy will be more obedient than Abraxas Malfoy.

"You have grown into someone as outstanding as your father."

The eyelashes of the cold grey eyes trembled slightly, covering most of the sight so as not to meet the scarlet eyes of the one sitting above.

"Lucius Malfoy is at your service, my Lord."

Since the last time he saw him, this gentleman's eyes seemed to be even redder. It was unknown whether it was a curse or an aftereffect of some black magic. They were like red jade soaked in blood. Even in the dim light, Lucius could see the indifference and bloodthirstiness in the man's eyes.

This room is the master bedroom of the Malfoy Manor. In Lucius' memory, it was gorgeous and warm, but now it is as dark and cold as this man.

Tom Riddle chuckled, the sound echoing around the room, but there was no laughter in it.

"Good boy, like your father, you have been loyal to me, and I will reward you."

The platinum youth stretched out his left arm uncontrollably, and his sleeves were lifted up by magic. His tense muscles revealed his inner fear, but his body did not dare to move.

Strands of black lines flowed out from the tip of Tom Riddle's wand and penetrated into Lucius' skin.

The pain of scraping bones and tearing flesh became more intense with the injection of black air, burning the platinum youth's soul through his skin. He could only grit his teeth and endure it, accepting this ugly "reward".

The mark was fully formed on the forearm, as if it had life. The dark magical lines flowed, outlining the snake's body as it bulged and bulged on the skin, and the venomous snake slowly revealed its fangs.

Lucius' arms were in so much pain that he had no strength left. He fell to the ground, sweating profusely, but he still had to remind himself not to forget to be grateful.

The forced joy of being recognized and reused seemed more genuine against the young man's pale face.

Lucius pretended to be incoherent, but his left forearm still felt a burning pain.

Seeing the miserable appearance of the young man, Tom Riddle became even more satisfied and even more contemptuous of him.

"Get up, Lucius, you still have to visit Wenxiu today." He was reluctant to call others Lord, even though this was the boy's surname.

"Your wedding to Narcissa Black will be in a while. I hope you can invite him to attend. You are friends. I think you can complete such a simple task."

The pain in his arm was well ignored because the platinum youth felt a more tearing pain coming from his heart.

"Yes, My Lord."

Respectfully leaving the room, Lucius looked for his father with unsteady but anxious steps.

He finally understood why Narcissa Black was hesitant to speak, why he only saw the self-driving flying carriage at the platform, and why the entire manor looked brand new.

He wanted to find his father. He wanted to ask why he was one of the protagonists in this wedding but he was the only one who was kept in the dark.

Abraxas Malfoy sat on the sofa with a letter on the table in front of him. He knew that this was the Malfoy family's retreat and also his, Abraxas Malfoy's, way out.

There was a knock on the bedroom door, and the rapid and chaotic rhythm made the platinum man guess who was knocking on the door after he went out.

Abraxas Malfoy waved his wand and floated the envelope on the table to his hand, then reached out and put the envelope into his inner pocket.

He no longer had the energy to stand up and pick up a letter, so he had to conserve his remaining strength.

He had to hold himself together until he could attend his son's wedding.

After drinking a large amount of medicine, the liquid medicine flowed through the ulcerated esophagus and briefly stimulated the little vitality left in the body.

"Come in."

As soon as the door was pushed open a crack, Lucius' voice entered the room.

"Father,"

The voice was interrupted by Abraxas Malfoy. "Calm down! Lucius, where is the etiquette I taught you?"

Lucius walked into the room and the fresh and pleasant aroma disappeared, replaced by the bitter smell of various potions mixed together.

He was subconsciously displeased and frowned. After realizing something, he clenched his aching hands at his sides into fists.

"I'm sorry, Dad, I just..." What should he say? What could he say?

Abraxas Malfoy was still sitting upright. In front of Lucius, he always kept his back straight, the noble and elegant head of the Malfoy family.

"I know what you want to ask. This is not something you can decide, nor is it something I can decide on my own."

The platinum man held the snake-head cane in his hand, stood up with difficulty, and pretended to be calm and calm.

"Go to Lord Manor and invite Wenxiu Lord to attend your wedding. Face the reality as soon as possible."

The door was closed. Lucius stood at the door. He felt a burning pain in his left forearm again. He numbly raised his right hand to cover the hideous patch. His nails dug deep into the flesh, leaving bloody marks. The ugly mark was still intact on his flesh.

What reality should we recognize?

He already knew the path he needed to take in the future. He had already signed an agreement with Narcissa Black.

Why do I feel helpless…why do I feel heartbroken?

……

In Lord Manor,

Wenxiu Lord, who was processing documents in the study, raised his head and there was a knock on the door. The person who came in was Sebastian.

"Master, Mr. Lucius Malfoy has arrived at the manor."

As soon as he finished speaking, Remus and Sirius stopped what they were doing.

The silver-haired boy stood up and straightened the wrinkles on his clothes, "Okay, I'll be there now."

Just as Sirius and Remus stood up and wanted to follow, Vincent Lord accurately captured their intentions, turned his head and looked at them with a smile.

"Don't keep up. Remus hasn't finished today's study assignment, and Sirius hasn't finished his holiday homework."

It was a gentle threat, but seeing as the two of them sat back on the sofa, it surprisingly worked.

In the reception room, Lucius sat on the sofa sipping tea, looking dazed and absent-minded.

"Lucius." The voice of the silver-haired boy brought the platinum-haired young man back to his senses.

The young man forced himself to smile, but his obvious absent-mindedness was still caught by Wenxiu Lord.

'Did anything happen after Lucius returned to Malfoy Manor?'

Several guesses flashed through his mind, and his eyes swept over Lucius' arm. The young man's subconscious covering action made Wenxiu Lord understand that he had no choice.

Wenxiu Lord pretended to be ignorant and smiled brightly. He took Lucius to visit Lord Manor and chatted with the young man about everything and the interesting news he had heard recently.

Lucius was preoccupied the whole time, and did not show any joy at all when he received the invitation. Only more than an hour had passed, but the platinum youth was already restless as if the day was passing by forever.

The two of them sat in the Rose Pavilion, feeling the sweet fragrance and the gentle breeze. "Lucius, do you have anything to say to me?" The silver-haired young man saw that he was hesitant to speak, and took the initiative to speak in the hope of helping him solve his problem.

Two figures appeared on the balcony of the study. Sirius and Remus were lying on the fence, with most of their bodies leaning out of the railing. They squinted their eyes and tried to see clearly what the two people did and said.

Lucius took out an exquisitely crafted platinum invitation and handed it to Wenxiu Lord. The young man took it doubtfully. When their fingertips touched, Lucius felt a burning pain in his heart.

"Here is my wedding invitation. You must come."

The invitation to visit Lord Manor today was something he had been waiting for for a long time.

"Well, I will definitely attend." Seeing Wenxiu Lord accept the invitation, Lucius felt even more depressed and nervous.

"I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well today. I'm afraid I have to go back first."

It should have been a pleasant experience, but now I have to lie that I am not feeling well and end it hastily.

Sitting in the departing carriage, Lucius put out his hand to hide the bitter smile on his face.

'Lucius Malfoy, you're getting married, smile more.'

Don't let anyone see through...