HP has a villain system but has become a popular character

The sound of soles of shoes stepping on the wooden floor is rhythmic, one after another.

The two of them were silent. In the silent corridor, a chilly feeling followed them everywhere. The faintly flickering flames on the walls could be extinguished at any time, and they were shaking so much that they didn't even seem to be able to withstand a sigh.

Vincius Lord had anticipated that Tom Riddle would want to see him. Although he did not expect it to be so early, for Lucius, the boy decided to meet the man.

It's just a meeting. Tom Riddle will definitely not do anything to me now, and I can also test his current state.

Wenxiu Lord followed Lucius with his head down, lost in thought, and did not notice that the young man in front of him stopped, and bumped into the young man's back.

He subconsciously let out a soft cry, which was particularly loud in this quiet corridor.

The collision was so strong that Lucius staggered forward. Hearing Wenxiu Lord's soft cry, he turned around and raised the boy's face with his hand in concern, completely ignoring etiquette and distance.

Lucius had not yet changed out of his dress. The well-tailored dress became wrinkled when he bent over, revealing more of the white shirt underneath. Under the flickering candlelight, it looked somewhat transparent.

Wenxiu Lord covered his forehead and took a few steps back, almost falling down. He was supported by Lucius. Before he could apologize to the platinum youth, his jaw was grabbed by a big hand.

The two of them were very close, and Wenxiu Lord could smell the scent of men's perfume on him. He didn't know if it was the base note, but it was a faint woody scent that lingered faintly at the tip of his nose.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Lucius's cold grey eyes filled with worry. His eyelashes were not very long, but they were thick and naturally curled, the same platinum color as his hair.

The young man had a high nose bridge and his lips were tightly pressed together. Wen Xiu Lord could not tell the original color of his lips.

The young man's slender fingers were still holding his chin with a little force, and the other fingertips were touching his forehead, rubbing and kneading gently.

'It's Malfoy indeed.'

Wenxiu Lord was attacked by Lucius' outstanding appearance at close range. He blushed and wanted to look away. When he looked down, he saw the young man's body vaguely visible under his transparent shirt.

The silver-haired boy opened his eyes for a short while and then quickly closed them. His pupils under his eyelids trembled violently. Is this something he can see?

'Lucius is not a man of integrity!'

In Lucius's eyes, the silver-haired boy obediently allowed himself to be manipulated and closed his eyes submissively.

The warm breath sprayed quickly and dryly on the palm of her hand, and the light pink lips glowed alluringly under the dim light, just like the forbidden fruit that Adam and Eve tasted together.

Just as the shadows of the two were about to overlap, a pair of hands supported Lucius in front of him. Wenxiu Lord hurriedly pushed away the oppressive body in front of him. He took a few steps back and distanced himself from the young man.

The woody scent lingering on his nose disappeared, and Wenxiu Lord let out a long sigh, his expression somewhat awkward and unnatural, "My forehead doesn't hurt anymore, thank you Lucius."

The platinum youth stood up, retracted his arms that had been standing there in a daze, and let his hands hang at his sides. He gently rubbed the boy's skin with his fingertips, as if he was savoring the memory, or was reluctant to let go.

"That's good, here we are."

"Ah good."

Wenxiu Lord turned his head and found the double doors on the wall beside them.

The two kept their distance and calmed their inner emotions. The candlelight was still swaying, stirring up tiny orange-yellow sparks that hit the glass and were quickly extinguished.

Before knocking on the door, Lucius talked to Wenxiu Lord about many precautions, as he was afraid that Lord might hurt the boy.

In the cold corridor, Wenxiu Lord felt his heart filled with warmth.

"I've got it all memorized, don't worry."

There was a knock on the door. Lucius quickly suppressed all his emotions and activated the brain-occlusion technique. His cold gray eyes were like a calm pond.

The door opened automatically, revealing a width that was only wide enough for one person to enter. No sound came from the room. Wenxiu Lord gave Lucius a soothing look and walked in.

After the young man entered the room, the door closed tightly, blocking Lucius's view from getting a peek.

The room was bright. Wenxiu Lord looked around and found that according to the specifications, this should be the master bedroom of the owner of the manor.

The silver-haired boy couldn't help but complain in his heart, "It's fine if Voldemort steals people's houses and uses them as his own territory, but why does he also steal people's bedrooms? Tsk."

A voice came from the bedroom, and as the masked man walked out of the bedroom, the voice came closer and closer.

"Venxiu Lord, I have been looking forward to meeting you."

Wenxiu Lord shifted his gaze a little away, not looking directly into those eyes, with an elegant smile on his lips.

"I am also looking forward to meeting you, sir. It is my honor."

Wenxiu Lord performed a standard aristocratic etiquette and stood up gracefully. The young man continued, "You are so outstanding that you became a member of the Wizengamot many years ago and are also an honorary representative of the International Confederation of Wizards."

When he said this, he pretended to be very respectful and showed a bit of boyishness, looking like a little fan who met his idol.

"You have been committed to improving the difficult living conditions of wizards for so many years. I think no one in the wizarding world who knows you will refuse an invitation to meet you."

After he finished speaking, he began to hold his breath until his cheeks turned slightly red, then he pretended to be nervous and took a deep breath quietly.

Realizing that he had said too much, he quickly apologized for his rudeness.

"I'm sorry, I've been following your deeds, so I got a little excited. Please forgive my impoliteness."

Riddle took in the boy's recklessness, while the man spoke in a gentle and soft tone, and their acting skills were equally matched.

"It's okay, can I call you Wen Xiu?"

The man's tone gave the villain in Wenxiu Lord's disgusting mind a chill, "It's my pleasure, sir."

Riddle walked over to the sofa and sat down, and a cup of black tea was automatically filled and moved to opposite the man.

"Take a seat, Wen Xiu."

I don't know what his plan is, but Wenxiu Lord doesn't dare to drink it. Who knows if there is some strange potion added to it.

The man didn't care whether he drank the tea in front of him or not. After they both sat down, he sighed pretending to be tired and took off the mask he had been wearing on his face.

Wen Xiu Lord, who thought he would see a bald, green-skinned, snake-faced man, was stunned. He didn't expect the man's face under the mask to be so handsome.

He had a thin and handsome face, with thick, well-groomed black hair, and deep scarlet eyes that seemed to be able to see into people's hearts. Under the warm light, they added a false sense of warmth. His nose was high and straight, his brows were slightly furrowed and his lips were tightly closed, as if he was filled with endless sorrow.

The man knew Wenxiu Lord's weakness. It happened that he had a face that was annoying but very useful to him.

Seeing the fleeting surprise in the silver-gray eyes, Riddle spoke at the right time.

"Do you know why I met you today?"