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Wenxiu Lord was unable to leave Malfoy Manor.

Tom Riddle blocked all his paths.

He was placed under house arrest.

Wenxiu Lord had anticipated this result. Voldemort would allow a loyal love-minded person to leave, but he would never let an uncontrollable person walk out of the manor gate.

The silver-haired boy seemed to be enjoying his leisure time.

After that night, Vincius Lord no longer had to act in front of Tom Riddle, nor did he go to his study anymore.

Everything related to Vinciu Lord was quickly removed from Tom Riddle's world.

A warm and fragrant embrace, a gaze full of love, and meticulous sharing.

In just one night, only the toiletries in the bathroom were left that were related to Wenxiu Lord.

The silver-haired boy never leaves the house every day and just stays in his dorm to study.

Occasionally, he would leave the bedroom to discuss work with Lucius or to send letters to Lord Manor.

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Everything returned to normal, the increasingly violent Voldemort, the failed attacks, and the screams that rang out every morning.

The only thing that seemed to have changed was Malfoy Manor, which was still sunny.

Lying on the sofa, bored and counting the gems on the ceiling, Wenxiu Lord squinted his eyes, sipping tea and eating dessert, feeling very comfortable.

No need to go on any missions, no need to act with Voldemort, all you have to do every day is study. Such good days are really rare.

With his crossed legs and toes swaying, Wenxiu Lord grabbed his long hair and played with it, thinking about his next plan in his mind.

During the time he was on strike, screams could be heard more and more frequently in the manor.

Calculating the time, his easy days are almost over.

The Death Eaters' actions have been failing, and the soul-repairing potion has almost been drunk by the man.

He didn't believe that Voldemort would leave his useful love brain unused.

As long as Voldemort comes to him, Vincius Lord can prepare to start the next plan, eliminate Bellatrix, and become the only trustworthy person around Voldemort.

Thinking of this, Wenxiu Lord yawned, closed his eyes and prepared to take a nap.

"Wen Xiu, are you there?"

There was a knock on the door. Wenxiu Lord opened his eyes, sat up, put away the dessert and tea, and wiped his mouth.

When his hand touched the door, the expression on his face changed immediately, and there was a hint of sadness between his brows.

"Please come in Lucius, what do you want from me?"

Looking at Wenxiu Lord, who had become much thinner in just a few days, Lucius raised the gift box in his hand and walked into the room.

"This is a new product from that chocolate shop you like. I bought a lot of it."

"Thank you, Lucius." Wenxiu Lord took the gift and opened it, his smile so faint that it was almost invisible.

Seeing Lucius's worried look, he opened one of the boxes, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. "It's delicious."

Having said that, the curve of the corners of the lips did not show any sign of rising.

His eyes swept over the jewel brooch on the wizard Lucius's robe, and Wenxiu Lord sneered in his heart, performing a cleansing spell on his left hand.

He picked up a piece of chocolate that didn't look that sweet and handed it to Lucius.

“Delicious food is only delicious when shared with friends.”

The rich aroma of chocolate filled his nose and Lucius' breath was caught in his throat. As far as he could remember, the only person who had ever fed him was his mother.

For some unknown reason, Lucius did not reach out to take the chocolate.

Instead, he opened his mouth with a slightly stiff movement and put the chocolate into his mouth.

The chocolate melts in your mouth, and the rich bitterness and mellow sweetness intertwine and spread in your mouth.

The silver-haired boy in his sight seemed to be startled by his action, and he stood there in a daze without reacting.

Lucius's cold grey eyes were dark and unclear, and there was some hidden emotion in his gaze towards the silver-haired boy.

His fingertips were twisted by the dry and soft lips. Wenxiu Lord subconsciously used his thumb to pry the young man's lips, and suddenly realized that the person in front of him was not Sirius and the others.

He quickly pulled the fingers out of his mouth, and when he saw the chocolate liquid remaining on the fingertips, his eyes darkened. He took out a handkerchief and handed it to the blushing and helpless boy in front of him.

"Sorry, wipe it off."

"Thank you." Wenxiu Lord took the handkerchief and felt a little hot all over.

The atmosphere in the room was a little awkward for a moment. Suddenly, Lucius's face changed and cold sweat quickly oozed out of his forehead.

Wenxiu Lord, who was thinking about saying something to break the awkward atmosphere, turned his head and saw that Lucius' lips were pale and the fingers of his left hand were curled up and trembling unconsciously.

He wanted to turn around to prevent the silver-haired boy from seeing his embarrassing situation, but the person next to him grabbed his arm.

Wenxiu Lord asked with concern, "Is he calling you?"

Tom Riddle increased his magic output as he didn't hear the conversation he wanted, only to hear a groan of pain from the alchemical item.

Lucius shook his head with difficulty, "I'm fine."

The Death Eater mark on his arm swelled as if it was about to break out of his body. A snake head made up of black strands of magic was spitting out its tongue, and every movement caused more intense pain.

Enduring the pain that burned his soul, he opened his mouth with difficulty and asked a question that would still torment him even if he knew the answer.

"Do you still love Lord?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the burning sensation on the arm immediately subsided, leaving only a faint feeling of swelling on the skin.

There is still a deep bitterness left in the mouth.

The gem on the brooch suddenly flickered.

Wenxiu Lord released his hands that were holding Lucius' arms, lowered his head and smiled bitterly.

"You know, Lucius, when I was hit by the curse that day, my first thought was not that I was going to die, but that I would never see him again after I died."

In my mind, I was madly putting myself in the shoes of Irene Snape.

The boy's voice was lonely and filled with endless pain. "I could have killed Bellatrix right there and then, but I didn't. I was thinking of handing her over to Voldemort."

When he raised his head again, Wenxiu Lord's expression was sad, but his tone was stubborn and arrogant.

"But his choice disappointed me, so I love him, but that's all."

The young man's eyebrows were drooping, and his silver-gray hair cascaded as he lowered his head, casting mottled and hazy shadows on his fair face.

There is a shadow at the end of the eye, which runs intermittently along the cheek and into the jaw, like a broken tear mark.

Just sitting there with a sad look on his face was enough to make Lucius feel heartbroken.

"Wen Xiu...I'm sorry."

The apology was feeble and he didn't know how to start.

He seemed to always be forced to do things that would hurt Wenxiu Lord, and he couldn't resist.

"It's okay. Anyway, I'm under house arrest here and can't go anywhere. It's good that you are willing to chat with me."

The silver-haired boy smiled easily, but to Lucius it seemed so forced.

In the study, Tom Riddle listened to the answer of Venus Lord, and twirled the wand in his hand in a rage, wanting to kill something.

Bellatrix was his most useful and loyal follower, and he would never let Vinciu Lord kill Bella.

But he also needs Wenxiu Lord.

I stood up and walked to the window. The window that used to be closed when I was alone in a room was now open, and the occasional sound of birds could be heard.

Opening the windows for ventilation was the silver-haired boy's habit, and it became his habit at some point.

Several spells were cast, the hoarse and mocking bird calls disappeared, and several flying birds fell from the sky.