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Malfoy Manor has been shrouded in a low pressure zone since yesterday noon until this morning.

After Abraxas's death, at least one letter from Vincius Lord arrived at Malfoy Manor every day, either to that lord or to Lucius.

This has become a habit in the two of them.

But! Just yesterday, the two waited for a whole day, but did not receive a letter signed by Wenxiu Lord.

So the next day, the entire Malfoy Manor was shrouded in low pressure, and even several Death Eaters at the morning meeting were "accidentally" killed by Tom Riddle.

In the restaurant, Lucius clenched the knife in his hand with a sullen face and cut the steak on the plate in two or three strokes, as if he had some deep hatred for this steak.

Narcissa, who was sitting opposite him, glanced at the diced beef on his plate and continued to finish the food in front of her gracefully.

One third of the low pressure in Malfoy Manor comes from Lucius, and the remaining two thirds are due to that adult.

Even though he had asked Lucius to write the reply, he flew into a rage when he learned that he had not received the letter.

After finishing the food in front of her gracefully and quickly, Narcissa picked up a handkerchief and wiped the food stains from the corners of her lips. "Lucius, is Wenxiu in trouble?"

Hearing Wen Xiu's name, Lucius raised his head and looked at Narcissa across from him, "Wen Xiu? Why are you asking about Wen Xiu all of a sudden?"

The corners of Narcissa's mouth twitched, and she almost couldn't maintain her usual elegance.

"If nothing had happened to Wen Xiu, would you be in such a bad mood?"

Hearing this, Lucius lowered his head following Narcissa's gaze and noticed the pile of beef cubes on the plate in front of him.

His brows furrowed in disdain and he called the house-elf to remove the things in front of him.

"No, it's nothing."

It’s really nothing, it’s just that Wenxiu didn’t write to him yesterday.

Seeing his lost and pitiful look, Narcissa rolled her eyes in disgust in her heart, but her tone remained normal on the surface.

"I have to remind you that the master was in a bad mood today. When the house elf delivered food to the study, he almost died. You have to be more careful."

But don't die before fulfilling the agreement between them.

Lucius's expression became even uglier, as if he understood the implication of Narcissa's caring words.

Yesterday, Tom Riddle called him to the study and asked him about Wen Xiu several times. He didn't even have time to rest at night and had to investigate the cause overnight.

Thinking of the results of the investigation, Lucius pushed the newly replaced food away from him.

The food was again plain and simple, not at all as exquisite as the ones that Wen Xiu had the house-elves prepare for him when he was at Hogwarts, and it looked very unappetizing.

"I understand. You eat first. I'll go take care of the work."

Lucius stood up and straightened the wrinkles on his clothes, picked up the snake-head cane at his side, turned around and left the restaurant.

In the study, the man sat behind the mahogany desk, his stern face looking even gloomier.

Sensing that someone was standing behind the door, the man waved his magic wand and the tightly closed door opened automatically without any wind.

Lucius walked in from behind the door, walked up to the man, and knelt on one knee respectfully to salute.

"My Lord."

The man's scarlet eyes moved downward, staring at the humble and respectful young man in front of him, and no emotion could be heard in his tone.

"Get up, Lucius. You should know why I called you here."

"Yes, Lord."

The platinum youth stood up, but his noble head remained lowered and he refused to raise it.

"I wrote to Vince Lord this morning to inquire about his experience yesterday."

The cold grey eyes staring at the carpet did not notice that the man sitting behind the desk was already showing a hint of impatience.

Tom Riddle twirled the wand in his hand, and his index finger unconsciously tapped the table, making a rhythmic tapping sound.

"what about others?"

Lucius, who had just stood up, knelt on the ground again, his tone tinged with panic.

"Forgive my stupidity, My Lord. I was unable to find any abnormality in the Lord family yesterday. I'm afraid something happened to Wen Xiu in school."

"You disappoint me a little, Lucius. If it were your father, he would definitely be able to do better than you."

The sound came from far away and gradually got closer. A pair of shoes appeared in the sight of the kneeling platinum young man, standing right in front of him, next to his hands which were pressed against the carpet.

"During this period of time, I have given you countless chances, but your abilities have never met my expectations."

The toes in sight lifted up and fell on his fingertips, slowly increasing the force and grinding heavily.

"I am willing to forgive you and give you one last chance. I believe you will satisfy me next time, right Lucius?"

Lucius's forehead broke out in sweat due to the pain, and his voice trembled, "Yes, Lord."

Abraxas, who was working as a guinea pig and processing documents in the holiday home, felt his nose itchy. He put down the pen in his hand, tilted his head and sneezed twice loudly.

Shivering for no apparent reason, Abraxas looked up at the bright weather outside and raised the air conditioning temperature a few degrees.

Leaving the study, Lucius breathed rapidly and took out a handkerchief from the inside pocket of his clothes to wipe away the cold sweat that was about to drip down his face.

At the corner of the corridor, Bellatrix strode towards him happily. When she saw him, she showed undisguised disgust and contempt on her face.

"You are as useless as your father."

Lucius raised his wand and pointed it at the crazy woman in front of him, gnashing his teeth as he saw his father, who had just passed away, being insulted and framed in this way.

"Bellatrix Black! This is Malfoy Manor. It's not your turn to act so recklessly, like a lunatic."

Bellatrix sneered disapprovingly, and walked gracefully around Lucius.

"Just you?"

The smile on the woman's face instantly disappeared and turned cold. "If it weren't for Narcissa, I would have killed you, a useless person who couldn't complete the mission."

The twisted wand was pressed against Lucius' throat. "Be thankful that your last name is Malfoy, haha."

Bellatrix pushed away the young man who was blocking her way. She saw his distraught look out of the corner of her eye and felt even more contemptuous towards him.

As gloomy as Malfoy Manor was, a dormitory in Slytherin House at Hogwarts was as lively as it was.

Little Barty was unceremoniously kicked out after Severus came back, and in order to prevent him from exchanging his name tags and coming in, a spell was even set in the dormitory specifically targeting him.

There were only three people left in the dormitory at this time.

Severus frowned at the noise.

Regulus, who had no choice but to speak to comfort the source of the noise.

And Wenxiu Lord, who was already socially dead, screaming madly, wanting to bang his head on the mattress and kill himself so that he could leave this world.

"I feel like I can't face anyone anymore. I'm going to bang my head against the pillow and die. No one can stop me!"

The silver-haired boy curled up into a ball, clutching the quilt beneath him tightly with both hands, and banged his head frantically against the soft pillow that Regulus had placed under him.

Severus snorted coldly, "If your brain had not been corrupted by sugar and desserts, you would not eat recklessly. No one would stop you. Go ahead and I will write a letter to Sebastian to collect your body."

"Ahhhh!"

A loud shout interrupted Severus's taunting, and Wenxiu Lord glared at Severus who was still being mean to him even while brewing potion.

She stood up and knelt on the mattress, her long silver-gray hair spread out behind her, forming an ink painting on the bed sheet.

He stared blankly at the ceiling for a while, then turned around and crawled over to Regulus who was sitting on the bed.

His silver-gray eyes were misty, his hands grasping the boy's clothes, and Wenxiu Lord buried his head pitifully in Regulus' arms.

"Wow, Regulus, look at Severus, I'm so sad, but he still bullies me."