HP has a villain system but has become a popular character

In the quiet corridor, two dark shadows swayed with the flickering firelight.

The two walked side by side, neither of them spoke first.

The sound of footsteps on the ground changed from staggered to regular, and then became disorderly again.

The door of the room was still wide open, and the two people walked in a hurry, so the decoration of the living room was clearly visible.

Wenxiu Lord paused, and Tom Riddle beside him seemed not to notice his hesitation. They walked side by side and entered the door first.

Silently performing the brain-blocking technique, Vinciu Lord followed behind Tom Riddle.

'boom! '

The solid wooden door closed after the silver-haired boy walked into the room, and a spell followed to bind him.

The boy, unable to stand, was about to fall to the side. He did not struggle or show any fear, but let himself fall with full trust.

At the moment when his body was about to fall to the ground, the surging magic power engulfed the boy and pushed him heavily onto the soft bed like a wave.

"I knew my Lord wouldn't have the heart to let me fall."

The silver-haired boy's tone was full of trust, and he raised his head with all his might to look at Tom Riddle who was standing beside the bed.

There was no light on in the bedroom. The gray-blue moonlight filtered through the gauze curtains fluttering in the wind, and most of it fell on the ground framed by the window. The thin layer served as lighting in the room.

The man turned his back to all lights and stared at Wenxiu Lord with a dark expression.

"My dear Wenxiu," Tom Riddle sat down on the bed, "is there anything you need to explain to me?"

Tom Riddle was angry at the fact that he was out of control and the boy's silence and concealment of the truth from him.

Unfortunately, his indulgence of Wenxiu Lord was making him angry, and he couldn't calm down, nor could he stir up any trouble.

Looking up at the man was too tiring, so Caterpillar Wenxiu tried to turn over and lay on his side to look at the man.

"What does Lord want to hear? I am willing to tell you everything."

Of course it's fake.

The cold fingertips touched Wenxiu Lord's cheek, sliding down with a chill, like a snake crawling.

"Then Wen Xiu, tell me everything you know. We should be close to each other, right?"

The deep and magnetic voice was somewhat bewitching, and it sounded as melodious as a cello in the silent room.

"Of course, I won't hide anything from you, and we will always be close to each other."

The young man's pious answer marked the second half of the performance.

The restraints on his body disappeared, indicating that the man was very satisfied with his obedience.

Wenxiu Lord took off his coat and sat on the head of the bed, patted his legs and invited Tom Riddle who was sitting beside the bed.

"Listening to the story comes with a free massage service. Would you like to try it, my Lord?"

The boy seemed unaware of his displeasure at the moment, and his tone remained as brisk as usual.

This attitude calmed the rage that was about to erupt in Tom Riddle's heart.

He said nothing, his fingers lingering on the silver-haired boy's collarbone.

The boy just obediently let him touch him, his silver-grey eyes were clear and harmless, without a trace of resistance.

These were the first and only pair of eyes that Tom Riddle had ever seen that made him happy and satisfied without any fear.

Tom Riddle took off his coat under the boy's expectant gaze, took off his mask, and rested his head on the silver-haired boy's legs with familiarity.

The man had his eyes closed and showed no expression, but unexpectedly, this was something Wenxiu Lord was used to. The man's hair was soft, which was contrary to his personality.

Every time, Wenxiu Lord would ruffle Tom Riddle's hair under the pretext of massaging him.

At first he would avoid it, but now, he has become so used to it that he can't get used to it anymore.

Press the play button, and the boy's clear voice will tell the story with gentle movements.

"Vodhi should have seen the bloodstain as well. It is a pattern on the bottom of a pendant. This pendant is exactly the same. All servants in the Lord family have one."

"I'm not trying to hide it from Fudi, but I really don't know which loyal servant did it, so I don't know where to start."

A lie told must be covered up with other lies. From now on, all servants in Lord Manor will have a pendant.

And the real owner of this pendant will never be able to own it again.

"A fool who disobeys orders." Tom Riddle only believed the boy's reason to a point, but that didn't stop him from making his own evaluation.

As he was enjoying Tom Riddle's handsome face, Wenxiu Lord liked his outfit more and more.

The two men were wearing the same high-necked base, but in different colors. Now the man's good figure was fully exposed in front of Wenxiu Lord, which was like a new dessert placed in front of him and not allowing him to eat it.

It's so painful to wait.

They are already fiancé, so is there anything wrong with letting a guy like him who is obsessed with looks take advantage of them?

no problem.

After seeing an unforgettable ugly thing tonight, he wants to see something exciting to cleanse his eyes, cover up those disgusting memories, and avoid nightmares at night. Is there a problem with this?

Still no problem.

Wenxiu Lord, who easily convinced himself, skillfully pressed from the forehead to the cheeks, and then to the shoulders and neck.

Then, and then no more.

When he wanted to embrace that broad mind, a certain eyewash machine and new dessert opened his eyes and caught him in the act.

Just when I was wondering why Wenxiu Lord hadn't spoken a word, I opened my eyelids and saw a lustful little fox.

"What are you going to do?"

It was the first time he saw Wenxiu Lord like this.

For a moment, both of them were a little confused.

I adhere to the principle that as long as I don't feel embarrassed, no one can embarrass me.

His expression became serious for a second, and Wenxiu Lord's hands, which were hanging in the air, fell on Tom Riddle's arms. He ignored his questions and chose to answer his previous sentence.

"But he is very loyal, isn't he? And he did it very cleanly. As long as the blood mark is gone, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic won't be able to find anything."

The boy tried to change the subject, but Tom Riddle was not going to let him go.

"He is just a bad guy, and you have to cover for him in the end. What did you want to do to me just now? My Wenxiu."

It was obvious that Wenxiu Lord was not embarrassed. His technique was not yet perfect enough. When he was asked this question, his ears turned red.

Being stared at by Tom Riddle with a puzzled and inquiring gaze, Wenxiu Lord could not hold out for more than ten seconds before he was defeated.

He stopped pretending and slapped his hands on the position he had longed for.

"I'll help you massage and relax your muscles."

Hearing this obviously nonsense reason, Tom Riddle's eyes became somewhat dangerous. He grasped the silver-haired boy's wrists with both hands, turned over and pulled him down, pressing him under him.

"Massage? Relaxation?"

The silver-haired boy's ears felt numb and heat spread to his earlobes at the sound of Tom Riddle's low, mellow voice.

"Yes, this is just one of the steps." Wenxiu Lord spoke nonsense seriously, trying to deceive Lord Voldemort who was extremely "naive" in this regard.

Tom Riddle didn't hate Venthu Lord's touch, but it made him feel dangerous.

There was a vague sense of crisis that this behavior was not what Wenxiu Lord should have done to him.

With his legs blocking the boy's way back, Tom Riddle lowered his waist and abdomen, pressing the boy down firmly, leaving only a slight gap between their upper bodies.

"Really? I remember Wen Xiu is very sleepy and tired today. Why don't I give him a massage to relax him?"

The skin, which was usually almost hidden under clothes, suddenly came into contact with the air, and goose bumps quickly appeared on the fair and smooth skin.

Realizing what the man on her was going to do and wanting to take advantage of her instead of being taken advantage of, Wenxiu Lord twisted his waist, trying to avoid the man's cold hands that were still exploring upwards.

"No, I'm just sleepy. I'll be fine after a good sleep. Good Fudi, let's get some rest. We still have to deal with those guests tomorrow."

The smooth touch under his palm seemed to have a suction force, making Tom Riddle unable to pull his hand away.

He covered Wenxiu Lord's chattering mouth with one hand, lowered his head to put his lips close to the boy's ear, and his other hand kept moving.

"Since we need to rest, we will sleep better after relaxing, right?"

In the dim moonlight, Tom Riddle looked at the red-faced boy under him, and he felt happy both physically and mentally.

It seems he has a new 'hobby'.