HP has a villain system but has become a popular character

When I pushed the door open and entered the room, I thought I would see a decoration more luxurious than my own bedroom, but unexpectedly it was surprisingly ordinary?

Although the overall look is also very gorgeous and exquisite, it is far less exaggerated than his own bedroom.

With his shoes sinking into the soft carpet, Wenxiu Lord walked further into the room and saw a vase full of blooming roses.

His meaningful gaze lingered on the rose with water droplets still hanging on it for a while, Wenxiu Lord raised his eyebrows and walked to the table, sliding his fingertips along the round curve over the edge of the vase.

The flowers are well preserved, with bright colors and soft petals, and each one looks like it was freshly picked and put into the vase.

Lucius, who came in on second, was amazed by the scene before him. He stood there in a daze, holding the snake-head cane tightly in his hand.

In the sight, the silver-haired boy reached out and picked up a rose from the vase beside him, then brought it to his nose and sniffed it.

A drop of water gently brushed across the petals and kissed the lips of the silver-haired boy whom he had longed for.

"Heh..." Feeling the familiar floral scent lingering at his nose, Wenxiu Lord curled his lips into a light smile, then raised his eyes to look at the decorations in the room.

Sure enough, in this bedroom, he saw many gifts that he had 'carefully' selected for Tom Riddle.

It has been a long time since I saw Wenxiu Lord being so overwhelmed by joy. Lucius, who was just struck by the beauty, finally realized the meaning of Wenxiu Lord's chuckle.

He stood at the door, looking at the silver-haired boy's face with an expression of "I see", and was speechless.

"Come in quickly, Lucius. What are you doing standing at the door?" Wenxiu Lord casually pinned the rose on his coat and waved to the platinum young man with a smile.

"Wen Xiu, you..." Lucius, feeling confused, walked into the room and closed the door.

The silver-haired boy looked normal, which made Lucius nervous.

He lowered his head and looked at the ground. The pain in his heart blocked his throat. In the end, he could only say, "I'm sorry."

"Great."

The two voices sounded at the same time. Lucius raised his head and saw Wenxiu Lord looking at him, with the corners of his lips raised and a hint of relief.

"What?" A trace of confusion appeared on the face of the young man who was always noble and arrogant.

This time Wenxiu Lord really couldn't bear it anymore. He walked a few steps to Lucius, raised his hand and pinched Lucius' cheek.

Soft platinum hair brushed across the back of his hand, and the unfamiliar touch made Wenxiu Lord grab the hair and squeeze it.

"During the holidays, your replies to my letters were always cold, and I was very worried about you. Now that I know you are okay, of course I have to say that's great."

While the platinum youth was still not able to react to what he had done, Wenxiu Lord withdrew his hand and sighed in his heart that Lucius's hair was really nice to touch.

It's soft, smooth and nice, just like touching a rabbit or a furry hamster.

The silver-haired boy clearly knew everything, yet he was still smiling. Lucius looked at his delicate face with no change in his smile, and sadness rose in his heart for no reason.

"Just that? Don't you have anything else to ask?"

You love Lord so much, and you express your love for him every day and in every article.

But even the reply letter you received was written by the Lord in his handwriting.

why.

Why aren't you sad?

Even if it's a question, why are you looking at me with a smile?

Is your love for him enough to support you to ignore all these false things, or am I not worth mentioning?

With a sour feeling in his nasal cavity, the platinum young man took a deep breath in a state of collapse. His dry eyes, which he thought would never shed tears again, were quickly filled with moisture.

Smoothing the smile on his face, Wenxiu Lord reached out his hand distressedly and wiped away the tears that slipped down with his fingertips, "Do you like it?"

"What do you like?" Lucius, feeling embarrassed and crying in front of Wenxiu Lord again, turned his head away and his voice became hoarse.

"These flowers, those ornaments," Wenxiu Lord paused, took a step closer, held Lucius's face with both hands, and made him turn his head to look at him. "My gift to you."

A gift for me?

The cold grey eyes were sucked into the silver grey cold pool of the snowy mountain. Lucius looked at the eyes that only contained his own and even forgot to shed tears.

My heart seemed to miss a beat, then it started beating again, faster and faster.

Feeling the cool, moist palm against the skin of his cheek, Lucius could hear his own heartbeat pounding in his ears.

His fingers no longer felt wet, so Wenxiu Lord loosened his hands and gently wiped away the tears hanging on his platinum eyelashes with his fingertips, feeling very proud.

You see, it’s no problem to coax the young version of Lucius, and it’s even easier to coax the adult version.

Wenxiu Lord walked to the desk, where there was also a bouquet of roses, pure champagne color.

He took out one and handed it to Lucius, saying in a gentle voice, "No matter who receives the gift, these gifts are only valuable if the person who receives the gift is happy."

"So, these gifts are for you, do you like them?"

Although Wenxiu Lord only now found out that the 'Tom Riddle' who had written to him before was Lucius, it did not prevent him from comforting the platinum youth calmly.

To be honest, giving these gifts to Lucius would make him happier.

At least Lucius seemed to like it, while that tasteless old Voldemort would definitely just be disgusted.

Lucius looked down at the champagne-colored rose in front of him, the moisture in his eyes seemed not to have completely disappeared.

A teardrop hits the center of the flower and merges with the water droplets on the petals.

"I like it, I like it very much."

These gifts were no longer his property, but truly belonged to him.

How could he not like it?

The sun shone through the window, casting a meter of sunlight on the ground. Above Malfoy Manor, the thick dark clouds in the sky dissipated, and the sky became bright and warm.

There were still water droplets hanging on the rose petals held in the hands of the platinum young man in the room.

It is not a continuous drizzle, but the morning dew in the early morning when the moon sets.

Lucius reached out his hand and grasped the rose that belonged to him.

Seeing that the platinum youth's mood had eased a little, Wenxiu Lord joked, "I didn't expect that I would have such an honor to receive Mr. Malfoy's tears. This is several times more valuable than the gifts I gave."

Malfoy's arrogance was like a bubble that burst with a single poke when facing Vinci Lord.

Lucius clenched the snake-head cane in his hand in shame and anger.

Unfortunately, the person who said these words was the one he loved, so he had to hold back the sarcasm in his throat, which could not go up or down.

"Wenxiu Lord!" In his shame and anger, he even forgot his gorgeous aria-like tone and raised his voice a degree, which really shocked Wenxiu Lord a little.

The silver-haired boy quickly raised his hands in surrender, "Okay, okay. I won't say anything more."

This incident was like a minor episode, which was finally revealed by Wenxiu Lord in a joking manner.

Pulling himself away from his emotions, Lucius chatted with the silver-haired boy for a few more words, then made an excuse to go to the bathroom.

My emotions today are always on the verge of being out of control. It may be because I have suppressed my fear for too long. After seeing the silver-haired boy, many things cannot be controlled.

He needs to calm down.

Lucius in the bathroom was leaning on the sink with both hands and the faucet was turned to the maximum.

The sound of water rushing echoed in the huge bathroom. Lucius caught a handful of water with both hands and splashed it on his face, and the coolness rushed straight to his brain.

The clothes and hair in front of him were wet, and the water on his face dripped down his nose, eyelashes, and chin, and hit the table.

The cold grey eyes looked at the young man in the mirror, his thoughts converged, and he slowly returned to his previous indifference and arrogance.

You must, must not let that person see through you.