HP has a villain system but has become a popular character

Veela hybrids are not rare items, but they are enough to bewitch people's minds.

The atmosphere reached a climax when the girl appeared, and then quickly became quiet and sluggish after she left.

There were very few bids for the following items, most of which were from people who had been prepared and came for these items.

Although the bidding for these items or magical creatures was not as fierce as when the Veela hybrids appeared, it was comparable.

One after another, the final transaction price of each item was more than twice the starting price.

Wenxiu Lord was sleeping soundly on Tom Riddle's lap.

In order to make him sleep more comfortably, Tom Riddle specially made the sofa bigger enough to accommodate the silver-haired boy's long legs.

Nearly another hour passed, and Wenxiu Lord, who was sleeping soundly, vaguely felt a voice calling him.

He hummed unconsciously in response, but his eyes did not open.

Seeing that the boy didn't respond after a grunt, Tom Riddle pulled out his hand and pinched his nose.

His breathing was blocked and Wenxiu Lord was forced to open his mouth to breathe.

She turned over and lay on her back, revealing her rosy cheeks to Tom Riddle.

In my sight, a small section of the rosy tongue tip is pressed against the white teeth, reflecting the crystal light and looking very delicious.

However, Tom Riddle couldn't kiss the boy in his current position. The man stared at the tip of his tongue for a long time, then put down his wand with his other hand and pinched the boy's lips.

Both breathing passages were blocked. Wenxiu Lord's eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes with a frown.

"Hmm? Ugh!?"

His silver-gray eyes were hazy at first as if he had just woken up, then turned into confusion when he realized he couldn't breathe, and then turned into anger when he was fully awake and realized it was Tom Riddle who was bullying him.

The boy who just woke up felt warm all over.

The warm hand grasped Tom Riddle's wrist, making the man, who had always had a low body temperature, instinctively feel refreshed.

Letting go of his hands, Tom Riddle grabbed Vinciu Lord's wrist with his backhand, picked him up and held him in his arms.

Feeling the warmth in his arms, Tom Riddle picked up the boy's coat and turned it into a blanket to cover him to prevent the boy from catching a cold.

Before Wenxiu Lord could open his mouth to criticize, Tom Riddle spoke up to explain, "After this item is sold, it will be the locket. Buy it and we'll leave."

Changing to a comfortable position and curled up in Tom Riddle's arms, Wenxiu Lord raised his head and rubbed the man's chin with the top of his head.

"Should we change back now?"

When he thought that they would become like those two people in a while, Wenxiu Lord felt that the posture in which he was being held was particularly awkward.

With his curled legs straightened and his feet on the ground, Wenxiu Lord arched forward twice, trying to get out of the man's arms.

As soon as his butt touched the edge, a pair of hands reached out from his waist and easily dragged him back.

An indistinguishable voice sounded beside my ears. "Wen Xiu is so eager to leave me?"

Having to answer such a fatal question right after waking up, Wenxiu Lord felt that he would definitely suffer from Alzheimer's disease due to over-exertion of his brain when he got old.

"How could that be?" The boy reached out from under the blanket and put his arms around the man's neck. He tried to turn his head and rubbed his cheek against the man's lips.

"Fudi, have you forgotten that we are brothers? It's really weird to hug each other like this."

The main reason is that the scene of the two hugging each other after their appearances changed was too eye-catching. Wenxiu Lord got goosebumps just thinking about it.

The man behind him seemed to be choked by his words. After a moment of silence, he loosened his hands that were restrained around his waist.

Wenxiu Lord seized the opportunity to sit back next to him, turned the blanket around him into a coat and put it on, then blinked his big eyes obediently at Tom Riddle, waiting for him to cast a spell.

The purpose of the two coming to this auction was about to be achieved. Wenxiu Lord, who had turned back into a middle-aged man, adjusted his sitting posture and facial expression, and rang the bell to summon his servants.

As soon as the crisp bell rang, there was a knock on the door.

Tom Riddle took a sip of his tea and whispered, "Come in."

Wenxiu Lord, who was the younger brother, completely ignored the servants who came in and continued to complain.

"Brother, you really should agree to let me take a picture of that Veela hybrid. What a lovely little girl. If she falls into the hands of others, I don't know how much grievance and torture she will suffer."

As he said this, the expression on his face was one of undisguised greed and lust.

In the eyes of outsiders, if this little girl was really photographed by him, she would probably live a more miserable life.

Although it was all acting for the sake of character setting, Tom Riddle still got really angry when he heard this.

"You're just a plaything. Aren't the things at home enough? How can I hand over my family to you if you keep supporting those useless people who only have good looks?"

He threw the teacups in his hand and they all hit the servant on the head.

The bottom of the cup scratched his scalp, and the hot tea flowing out was mixed with a little scarlet, making him look embarrassed and pitiful.

In order to dispel any potential doubts of the organizers, the innocent attendant became a punching bag as soon as he came in.

Wenxiu Lord didn't want to really provoke Tom Riddle's anger.

Quickly pretending to be angry after being caught and scolded by an outsider, Wenxiu Lord turned around and glared at the servant.

"Are you making fun of us two brothers?! Get out of here and bring us all the things we took today!"

The servant bowed quickly and left. After making sure the door was completely closed, Wenxiu Lord approached Tom Riddle, smiled and patted him on the back to calm him down.

"The only person I love is Lord, Lord, have tea."

The man took the teacup and glanced at him without saying anything. Wenxiu Lord understood that he would not care about what he had just said, so he felt relieved.

While the two were acting in front of the servants, the third-to-last lot was sold.

All the items they bought were packed into a suitcase with an invisible extension charm cast on it.

The servant placed the suitcase next to Wenxiu Lord, and at Wenxiu Lord's signal, the servant bowed respectfully and left.

The auctioneer in the center of the venue began to explain in detail the value of the locket.

"Slytherin's locket. It was passed down in a family until it was purchased by Madam Hepzibah half a century ago."

Everyone at the auction listened quietly to the auctioneer explaining how the locket passed through the hands of one person after another and finally appeared here.

The locket lay quietly on the small tray. Tom Riddle's eyes were burning, and his scarlet pupils became even redder with anger.

Wenxiu Lord, who was sitting next to him, curled the corners of his lips, and his coat turned into a black cloak with a wide hood.

"Lord, you are the heir of Slytherin. This locket originally belonged to you. We shouldn't have spent so much money to buy it."

Scarlet red flowed, and the man was also covered in a black robe, with traces of murderous intent revealed. Tom Riddle slightly raised the tip of his staff, and death enveloped the auctioneer in the center of the venue.

"My Wenxiu, you are right, it originally belonged to me."