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Fenrir Greyback was still dead.

All the spectators who witnessed the whole process understood that this was an inevitable result.

More than a dozen Avada Kedavra were shot out, and the gold-painted and carved walls were dyed from gold to fluorescent green.

It was Fenrir's werewolf blood that made him move quickly, and his sixth sense also made him alert. Otherwise, it would be really strange that he had not survived until now.

In addition, Fenrir had no magic wand and had no way to fight back.

Of course, even if he had a wand, Wenxiu Lord would not give him the chance to cast the spell.

The silver-haired boy may have countless chances to fail, but Fenrir, who relies purely on physical strength, cannot afford to make mistakes at any time.

When he was hit by the killing curse, his entire body was still in the air, having just avoided an Avatar.

Wenxiu Lord, who had figured out his movements, had no intention of delaying any further.

Just now he confidently told Lucius that the battle could be resolved in one minute, but almost ten minutes had passed.

If it wasn't resolved quickly, not only would his face hurt, but Voldemort behind him would probably have a face greener than his Avatar.

So Fenrir is dead.

Die in the Colosseum formed by a closed conference room.

When all the Death Eaters around saw Fenrir's body hit the ground, their hearts finally settled down.

God knows how long they had been in eye protection mode, for they were afraid that Wenxiu Lord would turn around, throw out an Avada and take someone away to be buried with Fenrir.

Raising his hand and rubbing the tip of his wand, Wenxiu Lord felt the magic power slowly recovering in his body. He turned around and gave an elegant and kind smile to the Death Eaters who were looking at him.

Success made these people shudder collectively.

After receiving such feedback, the expression on the silver-haired boy's face instantly changed from proud and complacent to a wronged and pitiful look.

"Lord, am I not awesome?"

He walked quickly to Tom Riddle who was sitting in the main seat, squatted down and looked up at him.

As if stroking a toy, Tom Riddle raised his hand and stroked the boy's smooth and thick hair.

"You did a great job, Wenxiu."

It simply exceeded his highest expectations, as he was using the Killing Curse the entire time.

His delicate eyebrows swept away all his depression, and Wenxiu Lord grinned, revealing a perfect sunny smile.

"It's enough for me to just get the Lord's praise."

Not caring about the offense of Tom Riddle's actions, he pushed the man's palm twice and snorted.

"Next time this kind of accident happens, I will only protect the Lord."

Tom Riddle ignored what Wenxiu Lord said.

Why would he need protection from others when he was so strong? He never trusted anyone.

"Do you need to rest? You just released so many killing curses. I think you should go back to your bedroom and have a good rest."

Being able to release so many killing curses in succession without suffering any backlash, Wenxiu Lord must have his own method of healing.

He wants to get this method.

There was absolutely no way out and Wen Xiu Lord, who relied entirely on the protection of the system, could understand the meaning of the man's words.

He stood up, delighted at Tom Riddle's concern for him, and opened his arms to hug the man in front of him.

"Thank you for your concern, Voldy. I have been brewing my own potions, which are very useful for repairing soul damage, so I am completely fine."

Caught off guard, Tom Riddle felt himself surrounded by a strong aroma.

It was the rose scent that he hated the most. It was the scent that he smelled while sitting on the roadside at the Wu Orphanage before he entered Hogwarts. It represented happiness and warmth.

At that time, a man was holding a child of the same age as him, and the woman was holding a large bouquet of exquisitely wrapped flowers.

Three people passed by him, the happy expressions on their faces were so dazzling.

Little Tom Riddle didn't know what words to use to describe his feelings at that time.

It wasn't until I grew up and just finished my fourth year of school.

He was walking on the street wearing washed-out, tattered Muggle clothes, and saw the family of three again.

The teenager, who looked the same age as him, was wearing new clothes, the room was bright and warm, and the table was filled with steaming hot, hearty food.

Only then did he realize that the feeling he had as a child should be called jealousy.

What he can't have, no one else can have.

So he killed the three members of the family and buried their bodies under the apple tree in the yard.

The memories were cut off by the feeling of restraint on his body. Tom Riddle, who was secretly being subjected to Legilimency, did not notice it. He just thought that the fragrance reminded him of memories he didn't want to recall.

"Wen Xiu, let go."

He hated the smell, hated the feeling.

The man's attempt to push away made the silver-haired boy holding him shake his head reluctantly.

"No, I don't want to be separated from Lord." Wenxiu Lord recalled how Sirius treated him, acting as if he was inseparable, and tightened his arms and hugged him even tighter.

The main point is that as long as you can survive, you will do it to the death.

The other Death Eaters didn't dare to breathe. They sat on their chairs, lowered their heads and carefully counted the patterns on the long mahogany table.

Death Eaters: The grain of this mahogany is really textured. How many did you count just now? Forget it, count it again.

Bellatrix was biting her teeth almost to pieces.

If the tooth-healthy potion in the wizarding world wasn't really effective, she would probably have to go to a Muggle dental hospital to get a few more sets of dentures.

Not even one bite was enough for her.

Except for the fact that he felt very sad after hearing what Wenxiu Lord said, Lucius felt more relaxed than ever before.

This meeting would definitely not be able to continue, and his feelings for Wen Xiu would not make any progress.

Now Lucius is satisfied to see the silver-haired boy every day and talk to him for a few words.

But his heart started to ache inexplicably, and even the oxygen around him seemed much thinner, making him suffocate.

Tom Riddle, who was being held, said to the Death Eaters, "All of you, get out."

Instead of getting entangled with Wenxiu Lord here, it is better to let those idiots who only know how to play dumb leave.

He didn't like being watched by others, and if he didn't get these people to leave, he would definitely raise his wand.

The Death Eaters on both sides of the long table stood up quickly, bowed their heads and saluted silently, their legs almost running.

Bellatrix left reluctantly, step by step, and Lucius was almost as fast as her.

It’s just that the two people are treated differently.

Bellatrix did not hear Tom Riddle's voice until she walked out of the room.

On the other hand, Lucius had just stood up and walked out of his seat when he was stopped by Wenxiu Lord.

Lucius paused and turned to look at the silver-haired boy, his pale lips had become much redder.

Wenxiu Lord did not let go of Tom Riddle, but just raised his head and looked at Lucius.

Seeing that he was still a little pale, Wenxiu Lord said, "Lucius, could you please wait for me outside the door? I have some business matters to discuss with you later."

Resisting the urge to agree directly, Lucius looked at Tom Riddle respectfully, waiting for the man's order.

The man's magnetic voice sounded. "Do as Wen Xiu says."

"Yes."

His answer was short, and he lowered his head and quickly left the meeting room.