HP has a villain system but has become a popular character

The wine swayed in the glass, and Wenxiu Lord exerted his charm to the extreme, leading these people to willingly step into the trap he set step by step.

The topics they talked about were undoubtedly favorable to Tom Riddle.

But Tom Riddle felt inexplicably unhappy.

The more brightly Wenxiu Lord smiled at others, the more annoyed he felt.

Just like a pet, it shows strong affection for guests who visit its home for the first time.

For the first time, Tom Riddle felt an unconscious possessiveness towards someone.

The hand on the silver-haired boy's waist tightened, and Tom Riddle felt the boy beside him obediently move closer to his arms, and the anxiety in his heart eased a little.

After finishing the conversation with the person in front of him, Wenxiu Lord tilted his head and looked at Tom Riddle in confusion, silently asking the man what was wrong.

It looked like a furry bird-snake creature that had shrunk into a teacup, with only a pair of big eyes showing.

Tom Riddle's hands hanging at his sides were eager to fall on the boy's head and give him a good beating.

His eyes, which had been gradually turning cold due to suppressed emotions, warmed up again, and Wenxiu Lord looked at his own small reflection in the scarlet pupils.

Realizing that Tom Riddle might have been on the verge of exploding.

He gave an apologetic smile to the people around him, "Sorry, everyone. I have something to say to my husband. I have to excuse myself for a moment."

Holding Tom Riddle's hand around his waist and interlocking their fingers, Wenxiu Lord pinched the man's fingertips and prayed in his heart that he could be patient and not have an attack now.

When everyone saw the fiancé and his wife looking at each other and about to leave, some of them smiled ambiguously.

"You two are so lucky. You can't wait to have some alone time."

The smile on his face froze for a moment, and Wenxiu Lord's silver-gray eyes swept coldly over the person who was joking, as if he was looking at a corpse.

Asian face, and this English pronunciation.

Someone from the Institute of Magic? Haha... He didn't remember sending an invitation to such disgusting insects.

The chill flashed across his face, and Wenxiu Lord's cheeks turned red, showing just the right amount of doubt.

"I wonder who this gentleman is?"

The boy's shy expression stunned the wizard of the magic house. His face showed an uncontrollable obsession, and his eyes on the boy were slightly lustful.

"I have heard of Mr. Lord for a long time. I am here with Mr. Kevona."

"Oh? So he's a friend of Mr. Kevoner from the Magic Congress."

His gaze passed through the crowd and fell precisely on Kevona, his gentle words revealing a hint of coldness.

"You two have a really good relationship."

Everyone around had heard of Wenxiu Lord's methods, and some had even seen them in person.

I know very well that he is a character who is more beautiful than the Veela and more ruthless.

When Wenxiu Lord opened his mouth to ask, everyone could already see this future that was worse than death.

Kevona was not stupid. Seeing that this man was trying to implicate him, he pushed through the crowd and walked in front of Wenxiu Lord.

"I am just being asked to do this. Please forgive me, Mr. Lord. This is not the intention of the Magic Congress."

Wenxiu Lord was not a man who would reason with his enemies, and he classified these two people as enemies.

"I don't quite understand what Mr. Kevona is saying. Aren't you all here to bless me today? How did it involve the Magic Congress?"

The silver-haired boy had a harmless expression and tugged at the hem of Tom Riddle's clothes. "Excuse me first."

The wizards in the magic institute have not yet realized the seriousness of the matter.

The sticky and lustful gaze followed the figure of Wenxiu Lord, completely unaware that he would completely disappear from this world before twelve o'clock today.

On the other side, after the two protagonists of the banquet left the crowd, their faces fell instantly.

It would have been fine if he was just teasing her verbally, but that person was from the Institute of Magic.

Wenxiu Lord is in such a bad mood that he wants to go directly to the crater of Mount Fuji and throw fierce fire.

Tom Riddle was no less evil. That man dared to tease him like that, and he didn't draw his wand immediately because Vince Lord was by his side reminding him all the time.

The expression on my face now is not suitable for meeting people.

After leaving the banquet hall, the aura of the man behind him suddenly turned cold.

With his hair standing on end, Wenxiu Lord secretly thought that he was in trouble and cursed the wizard of the magic house from beginning to end.

He loosened their clasped hands, hooked his fingertips on Tom Riddle's palm, and led the man to the empty room next door.

The dragonfly-like touch on the water was like the thin string tying a kite, and the murderous aura released by Tom Riddle was like the receding tide.

The man followed behind him, his eyes becoming even more red.

The lights came on, and he grabbed the silver-haired boy's hand, turned him around and pushed him against the wall.

"What does Wenxiu want to tell me?" Tom Riddle put one hand on Wenxiu Lord's shoulder, and the other hand satisfied the thought in his mind and stroked the boy's head.

With his shoulders restrained and unable to retreat, Wenxiu Lord threw himself into the man's arms, taking the opportunity to avoid his attempt to kiss him.

"Fudi," the young man's clear and smooth voice was filled with deep grievance, "You haven't given me a hug today."

"Is that what you wanted to tell me?"

With a magnetic voice filled with joy, Tom Riddle took off his mask, lowered his head and kissed Vinciu Lord on the top of his head.

"Yes." The young man raised his head with a serious expression as if this sentence was very important.

He touched Tom Riddle's chin with his lips, pulled the man's clothes and turned to the sofa.

"Vodi wants to hug me too."

The young man spoke with certainty, and after Tom Riddle sat down, he supported himself on the armrests on both sides of the sofa with his hands and knelt with one leg in the gap between the man's legs.

"Those guys are really annoying. Fudi has to give me a few more hugs to make it up to me today."

Rubbing his cheek against Tom Riddle's ear, Wenxiu Lord carefully felt the emotional changes of the man under him.

"I see you're having a good time chatting with them?"

Inserting his index finger into the collar of the silver-haired boy, Tom Riddle forcefully hooked his body close to himself.

He needed more, simple touches and hugs were not enough to ease his anger that was about to get out of control.

With his waist slumped, Wenxiu Lord lay on Tom Riddle with a pout on his face.

"I'm doing this for my great Lord, but I'm still misunderstood. I'm so pitiful."

Lifting the boy's chin, Tom Riddle put his long legs together and hooked the toe of his shoe around the ankle of the boy's leg that was on the ground.

The two men were facing each other with a distance of no more than two inches between them, their breath entangled and pouring into each other's nostrils.

"Really? It seems I should give my loyal lover a reward."

The air was filled with ambiguity and charm. Tom Riddle leaned over, and the distance between the two became zero.

The moment their lips touch, comfort and satisfaction fill the man's body and mind.

He held down the silver-haired boy's tilted head and forcefully demanded more from him.