HP has a villain system but has become a popular character

There were no screams in Malfoy Manor this morning.

The silver-haired boy, who had been using his screams as an alarm clock, did not wake up either.

On the soft double bed, the boy curled up against the edge of the bed, hugging the quilt, taking up only a small space.

Perhaps he felt safer this way. Ever since the boy came to Malfoy Manor, no matter what sleeping position he took every night, he would end up turning into a pitiful little ball like this.

The breath sprayed on the back of the hand that was grabbing the quilt, it was itchy, awakening the tightly closed eyelashes to tremble slightly.

The silver-haired boy looked very well-behaved at this moment, his cheeks were warm from deep sleep, soft and warm, like a cake fresh out of the oven.

While the boy was sleeping soundly, the bedroom door opened quietly and a man walked straight to the bed.

The mattress sank a bit, and the half-asleep silver-haired boy rubbed his head against the pillow, his consciousness slowly sinking.

A chuckle rang out in the room as the boy moved. The man stretched out his hand, which was cool in the morning, and pressed it against the fair and pink cheek. The icy boy shuddered.

The silver-haired boy, whose brain was forcibly awakened, was still a little confused. He stretched out his hand from under the quilt and slapped the back of the rebellious hand.

With his eyes closed, he muttered, "It's still early, Severus, don't tease me."

Wenxiu Lord, who was about to fall asleep again, only felt the temperature around him suddenly drop, and his sense of danger alarm sounded.

He suddenly pulled out the wand from under his pillow, opened his eyes and stood up, meeting a pair of scarlet eyes.

In just a moment, Wenxiu Lord felt that his heart was about to stop beating with fear.

He subconsciously exclaimed, "Why are you here!"

Tom Riddle, who took off his mask, had a blank expression on his face. He could no longer pretend to be a gentle gentleman when facing the young man.

He looked down at the silver-haired boy, whose eyes were full of vigilance and resistance. He had a cold aura around him and his scarlet eyes were filled with terror as he chose anyone to devour.

"My Wen Xiu, who else would appear here besides me? Or rather, who do you want to appear here?"

Even if he only used Wenxiu Lord, he would never allow his possessions to be used for other people.

Tom Riddle leaned over the edge of the bed, reached out one hand, grasped the wrist of the boy's hand that held up the wand, and pulled hard.

The thin and loose pajamas had several buttons burst open due to the force.

Large areas of white skin are exposed to the air, making people want to pick up a pen and start painting.

When Wenxiu Lord heard his words after he was fully awake, he sighed in his heart and let the man pull him and fell forward under the force.

The sleeves and wrists were grasped together, and the forward movement lifted up the clothes, revealing the slender waist.

Instead of falling, Vinciu Lord crashed into Tom Riddle's cold arms.

Feeling the warm body sending out signals of pleasure again, Tom Riddle wanted to hug her tighter, and the boy's clear and hoarse voice came to his ears.

"This has nothing to do with you, Mr. Voldemort. You have overstepped your bounds by barging into someone else's bedroom."

The words spoken were cold and distant.

His body was still a little sluggish after just waking up. Wenxiu Lord struggled to push away the body in front of him, trying to shake off the hand that was tightly grasping his wrist.

"It has nothing to do with me? Haha."

With endless anger hidden in his cold snort, Tom Riddle stood up, pinched the silver-haired boy's waist and held him in his arms.

"Wen Xiu, don't forget your identity."

Wenxiu Lord had just woken up and encountered the mad Voldemort. He felt like cursing.

In her heart, she wished she could cut the man in front of her into pieces, but the look in her eyes was filled with resistance and a hint of barely perceptible sadness.

He smiled bitterly, "What identity? When you chose Bellatrix, it meant that you gave up on me. Could it be that the great Lord Voldemort still wants to enjoy the blessing of having two wives?"

At the end of his speech, the young man's throat choked with sobs, and his hazy eyes in the morning were misty, and the two translucent gems were covered with dust.

The voice in his ears was sad and gentle, but it inexplicably soothed Tom Riddle's anger.

He loosened his restraining force and lifted the boy's chin with his index finger.

The hazy mist condensed as his eyes moved, and large drops of it fell into Tom Riddle's palm, with the same warmth as the boy's.

"She is just my subordinate. I saved her because it was not her time to die yet. My dear Wen Xiu, I don't have any romantic feelings for her."

"For a loyal but useless piece of shit."

Wenxiu Lord turned his head and raised the corner of his lips in self-mockery, raising his hand to close the open collar, the action revealed a circle of obvious finger marks on his wrist.

Tom Riddle looked at the obvious red on the white skin and found it extremely dazzling.

If it were under normal circumstances, he would definitely pout and complain to the man and try to get a hug.

But now he seemed to have no feelings at all, without even frowning, and buttoning his clothes without changing his expression.

But from Wenxiu Lord's slow movements, it could be seen that he was still in pain.

Tom Riddle didn't realize that his eyes were following the mark, and his brows were furrowed without relaxing.

Wenxiu Lord, who was sorting his clothes, noticed his expression and felt surprised and admired.

"As expected of Voldemort, he acts so realistically. If I wasn't acting and knew he lacked emotion, I'd probably think he was really moved."

After buttoning up his shirt, Wenxiu Lord put on a cold face as if he had finally calmed down.

She stood up and walked down the bed from the other side, ignoring the man's gaze the whole time, and didn't look back until she took her clothes and walked into the bathroom.

When he finished washing, changed his clothes and walked out of the bathroom, Tom Riddle had not left but was sitting on the sofa like a ghost.

Wenxiu Lord raised his eyebrows and curled his lips, "Mr. Voldemort is still not leaving? Are you planning to give me what I want in exchange for her life?"

He walked to the sofa, leaned over and put his lips to the man's ear in an ambiguous manner.

"It doesn't matter if I can't get your heart, it's good to get the person."

Wenxiu Lord raised his hand and touched Tom Riddle's evil and handsome face.

The fingertips traced the man's eyebrows, eyes, and nose, and finally stopped on his soft thin lips.

"How far can Mr. Voldemort go for your loyal subordinates?"

Tom Riddle stared at the obsessed boy in front of him expressionlessly, then reached out and clamped his shoulders and brought him into his arms.

"Wen Xiu, Bella doesn't deserve me to do this. I'm only doing this for you."

The familiar scent of shampoo lingered at his nose, and feeling the perfect warmth, Tom Riddle actually felt that the pain of his soul being torn apart was relieved.

Cursing inwardly, "shameless old thing," Wenxiu Lord smiled hypocritically, obviously not believing the man's words.

He propped one leg on the sofa between the man's knees, one hand on the back of the sofa, and the other hand scratching the man's earlobe.

Their lips were so close that they could touch if either of them opened their mouths.

"Really? Then how are you going to prove it to me?"