HP has a villain system but has become a popular character

In this evening where the coolness and warmth conflict with each other.

People are exploring hidden, unknown spaces and corners, eager to learn.

In a corner outside Hogwarts Castle where few people go, there stood a man and a woman.

The grass tips and flower stems swayed in the wind, blowing away the scent of perfume lingering on the woman.

The scent faded, and the flaming red lips made her face look even paler.

Zabini looked at the haggard woman, his eyes filled with pity and heartache.

He couldn't wait to take out the prepared vitality-replenishing potion from his pocket and handed it to the woman, hoping that it would at least reduce her physical suffering.

The woman opened her red lips in surprise, then softened her brows and raised her hand to gather the messy hair in front of her that was blown by the wind.

"Thank you, Zabini."

Eliza Outlumbia did not refuse, and took the potion and drank it directly.

There was no way to think about it any further, her spirit was already dragging down his body.

Headmaster Dumbledore was investigating the matter, and she didn't know how long she could keep it secret. Fortunately, she had been drugged in Hogsmeade, so it was difficult to confirm that she was the one who drugged her.

If the drugging failed and Wenxiu Lord was safe, she would not regret it, because with that man's kindness, he might not push her to the brink of death.

The drugging was successful, Vince Lord became obsessed with her, and Eliza Outlumbia would not regret it.

Sadly, she regrets it now.

She got the worst result. Wenxiu Lord successfully drank the love potion and the object of his infatuation was not her, Eliza Outlumbia.

She became an accomplice who gained nothing but had to bear risks.

The family was still unaware of this and wrote to her every day, asking her whether she had gained more benefits for the family.

The handwriting in the letter was a mixture of both. Whether it was from her nominal mother or father, the words of concern were meant to test whether she still had any value that could be used.

For a moment, Eliza Outlumbia really wanted to run directly to Wenxiu Lord and tell him that she was the accomplice.

At that time, she can insist that it was her family who instigated her to do this, so that she can go to hell with her rotten life and that despicable family.

But she doesn't want to die yet.

She has never been free, has never felt the beauty of this world, and has never truly enjoyed love.

The woman smiled bitterly in her heart, thinking that if her last name was not Foreigner, perhaps she would have a better life.

She would admire the silver-haired boy like everyone else, and watch from afar as he shined in this world.

Instead of being driven nearly insane by his family, he eventually chose to take an extreme path and fell into the abyss.

Zabini didn't understand the myriad thoughts and resentments in her heart.

Seeing that the woman's face had turned a little redder, he took out a piece of exquisitely wrapped chocolate and handed it to her.

It's just that the chocolate had melted a little and soaked through the packaging, leaving ugly brown marks.

Zabini looked a little embarrassed and was about to withdraw his hand when the chocolate in his palm was taken away by the woman.

The woman looked at him opening his palm to reveal a small, exquisitely wrapped chocolate, and it was as if she saw herself.

Since the first day she entered Hogwarts, she has dressed herself up perfectly from head to toe.

Like a commodity waiting to be sold, she shows herself to all men.

Now, this product is no longer perfect.

In just two days, all the "buyers" around who wanted to try it backed out.

They don't want to pay full price for a defective product.

Only the young man in front of her treated her as before.

But she didn't believe that the young man had no other intentions towards her.

"Zabini, you brought me here, is there something you want to say to me?"

Say it, while I'm still vulnerable, take out your chips, weigh my value, and exchange it for what you want.

"Eliza, I came to you to talk to you about Wenxiu Lord drinking the love potion."

The woman's face changed and she looked at him in confusion. Zabini quickly soothed her softly, "Don't be afraid. Just listen to me, okay?"

It seems that the intention is not to get her, but to use her as a bargaining chip to gain benefits in front of Wenxiu Lord.

Eliza Outerlumbia pretended to be obedient on the surface, but she held the wand tightly in her right hand with caution.

The woman was glad that she had learned the spell well, and that even her Oblivion spell would not turn the young man opposite her into a fool.

"Eliza, I've already begged Wenxiu Lord. If you are really involved in this matter, he will let you go and won't tell anyone about it."

The woman's hand trembled as she gripped the magic wand, and a storm surged in her heart. "Why are you helping me?"

The young man smiled bitterly and revealed all his feelings.

"I know you're just using me, and I also know you're just being perfunctory when you talk to me."

"I knew it from the beginning."

"But I like you. I liked you the first time I saw you at the sorting ceremony at the beginning of the school year, when you were sitting on the wooden chair wearing the sorting hat."

"I know your family is forcing you. I originally thought that when I graduate and become the head of the family, I will ask you to marry me in the name of marriage and bring you out of the sea of ​​suffering."

At this point, the young man's voice was choked and his throat was hoarse. He took several deep breaths before he could continue to make a sound.

"But you don't love me, and you probably don't want to marry me. All I can do is ask Lord to let you go."

"What did you pay for?"

Wen Xiu is kind, but Lord will not let go of anyone who hurts him.

The soft flesh in the young man's mouth had already been bitten to a bloody mess. He swallowed the fishy, ​​sweet and bitter taste. He didn't want his efforts to become a burden to the woman.

He shook his head and refused to say more.

As a foreigner, Eliza had long known that her marriage was beyond her control.

Since the one she likes can't get her, or even see him again, she might as well choose someone who is truly willing to protect her.

The man in front of her has done so much for her, she should repay him.

"You're doing this for me, so I can marry you."

But the young man shook his head and refused without any hesitation, "No, I am not threatening you to marry me, I just want you to be happy."

The young man's voice fell firmly into the woman's heart, stirring up huge waves.

Is there any unrequited effort in this world? Is someone like me really worthy of it?

The sun sets in the west, and the wind, which is completely opposite to the warm orange sky, is chilly and blows into my eyes.

It was different from the mist she had pretended to have when facing other men.

"You will regret this."

Zabini shook his head firmly, "No, Eliza, I love you, and I will never regret it."

The strong and ardent love in the young man's eyes was like a raging fire, burning the orange sky red.

He had his back to the light, and was clearly standing in the shadows, but the woman who was looking at him at the moment couldn't take her eyes off him.

Something changed in Eliza's heart and took root quietly.