HP has a villain system but has become a popular character

The clean room had never been occupied, and the air was filled with a faint smell of damp dust.

The biggest impression that Wenxiu Lord had of Tom Riddle during this period was that he was an absolute academic genius.

A genius in every sense of the word.

At first, the kiss was just a test, but before more than a week had passed, Tom Riddle was no longer satisfied with just a cursory kiss and began to analyze it in depth and draw inferences from it.

Now the silver-haired boy was completely led by him.

His breathing became rapid and he had difficulty swallowing. The man's kiss was too strong, as if he wanted to eat him whole.

The silver-haired boy's gorgeous coat was taken off by Tom Riddle at some point.

For him, the closer they are, the more the uncontrollable restlessness in his body can be soothed.

Waves of heat spread from the place behind my waist where the man touched.

The silver-haired boy twisted his waist to avoid the man's hot palm, but he could not escape the man's control no matter what.

The scorching heat moved along his back, burning Wenxiu Lord through only a layer of shirt, causing him to shiver.

"Lord, wait..." Wenxiu Lord pushed away the man in front of him who could ignite him, wanting to change to a less tiring posture.

Without waiting for him to give a reason, Tom Riddle restrained his restless waist and bit the boy's lips lightly.

"Sigh~"

The overused lips were a little congested, like cherries soaked in water.

Moving his eyes downward to watch the boy's lips being ground and sucked to the point of decadence, Tom Riddle's soul was filled with endless satisfaction.

"Hmm?" The man's voice was low and lingering, and as if to make up for the force he had just used, he gently rubbed Wenxiu Lord's lips with his lips.

"I'm so tired in this position." The boy's limbs were weakened by Tom Riddle's kiss. He was able to hold on until now thanks to the man's legs supporting him.

Tom Riddle has always been an unsatisfied person. His endless desires have brought him to where he is today. How could he give up the medicine that could relieve his pain so easily?

Feeling the increasing weight on him, Tom Riddle simply embraced the silver-haired boy with both hands and held him on top of him.

"That way you won't get tired."

The distance between them was shortened and they came closer again. Tom Riddle stared at the limp young man in front of him, and plundered the faint taste of red wine in his mouth.

The breaths of the two intertwined again became wet and sticky.

Wenxiu Lord, who had drunk the hangover potion in advance, was dizzy from the kiss and even had difficulty responding.

The sound of water rippling the lake surface was heard again in the room after only two seconds of silence.

The fact that the two protagonists left the banquet hall could not be hidden from anyone, not to mention that Little Batty and the other man were always keeping an eye on Wenxiu Lord's movements.

When he noticed the two people leaving the crowd, Little Batty was ready to follow them.

Halfway through his walk, he saw two people leaving the banquet hall. He just stopped and heard Barty Crouch's stern voice calling him.

"Little Barty, come here."

With a mixture of boredom and disgust, Little Batty put on a false smile and said, "Okay, father."

Barty Crouch looked at his handsome son with satisfaction, a barely perceptible smile appearing on his serious face.

"This is my son Barty Crouch Jr. and this is the Polish Minister for Magic."

Since he was not a high-ranking official in his own country's Ministry of Magic, Barty Crouch Jr. had no intention of playing cozy with these important officials.

He said a few polite words and just as he was about to find an excuse to leave, the topic of conversation between two people not far away attracted his attention.

"How about a bet?"

"What's the stakes?"

"Half a month's salary, I bet Kevona and the idiot he brought with him won't see the next day's sun."

"Okay, I bet he'll be attacked by force majeure the moment he steps out of the gate of this manor."

"Include me in this. He dared to tease Wenxiu Lord. I bet that as long as he walks out of this banquet hall, he will disappear on the spot."

Among the four, the wizard who was not familiar with Wenxiu Lord's vengeful character was hesitant.

"It's not that serious. The Lord family head seems very kind and gentle. Moreover, one of these two people is a senior member of the Magic Congress, and the other is from the Institute of Magic. Even if Wenxiu Lord wants to take action, he shouldn't be so quick."

The boss who brought him out to see the world was so angry that he gave this man a heavy blow.

"I've told you to read more newspapers, socialize more, and play less with those toys produced by Lord Company. You're still working in the investigation department, but you forgot about the ghost case that wiped out an entire family a while ago so quickly?"

"How is that possible? We haven't found any clues in that case yet. The house of that little noble is cleaner than the one that was pawned to the goblins."

"If you haven't forgotten, shut up."

The wizard who was scolded let out a depressed sound, and his brain was so slow that it took him a long time to react after several people changed the topic.

Little Batty listened to every word of the conversation between the few people. He scanned the banquet hall and soon locked his eyes on a short and fat man with bow legs and a sad face.

Finding an opportunity to leave Barty Crouch, Barty picked up a glass of wine, pretended to be doing nothing, and walked towards the man.

There was no one around him. Perhaps everyone knew what he had done wrong and no one wanted to get too close to him and get involved in something bad.

Little Batty didn't go too close. He stood behind a hidden stone pillar not far away, frowning as he listened to the man's mumbling.

The man now looked like a bully dog ​​who found out that his power couldn't protect him. He was terrified.

Little Batty, who couldn't understand Japanese, didn't plan to stay any longer.

He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and when he lowered his eyes, a sharp and cold light flashed in his eyes.

On the other side, Regulus stood next to Walburga Black and chatted happily with the heads of the families in front of him.

He was frantically trying to gather all the connections he could get his hands on. The smile on his face seemed to be frozen, and when he changed his expression, the muscles on his face ached extremely.

Seeing that his youngest son’s frail body was not at a disadvantage in front of these old foxes.

It was at this moment that Walburga Black truly realized how rapidly Regulus had grown in the past two years.

Everyone in the venue had their own thoughts.

Compared to Barty Jr.'s hidden murderous intent and the two anxious wizards, more people were talking about the intimacy between Vince Lord and Tom Riddle.

The two protagonists being discussed are hugging each other intimately.

"Well, vo...wait..." Wenxiu Lord and Tom Riddle intertwined their index fingers, and the man did not give him a chance to escape.

Whether it's hands, legs, lips or tongue.

They were all controlled by Tom Riddle, making the silver-haired boy feel like a doll at the mercy of others.

It was not until his cervical spine and muscles became stiff and difficult to move that Wenxiu Lord realized that a long time seemed to have passed.

The two of them had to go back soon, and he brought Voldemort here just to calm his restless emotions, but he didn't expect that there would be a risk of not being able to go back.

His jaw felt a little sore from being open for so long, and the silver-haired boy struggled, trying to push Tom Riddle away and stand on solid ground.

Sensing Wenxiu Lord's resistance, Tom Riddle, who had been pacified and irritable, was in a good mood and released the boy's soft lips.

"What's wrong, my Wenxiu."

Wenxiu Lord lay in Tom Riddle's arms, breathing heavily, and explained intermittently.

"We have to go back soon. If those people see us, they will definitely look at us with mocking eyes, especially that short, fat, bow-legged man. I don't like the way he looks at me."

Tom Riddle's breathing was also disordered. He held the boy in his arms, staring at the ground with a cold look.

"My Wenxiu, I will not let anyone who covets you leave here alive."