HP has a villain system but has become a popular character

The night was so long that no one could sleep.

The chef is savoring, unsatisfied, like Mammon, fantasizing about more, until desire consumes him.

The hunter is worried and sad, fearing the sadness revealed by his prey, but instead turns himself into the prey waiting to be judged by the hunter.

The rebellious food embraced the hunter and closed his eyes, but in his heart he was worried about the pharmacist and the warrior far away.

He hoped that the pharmacist could take a break on time, not put all his energy into work, and that he could occasionally feel the sun and wind, listen to the birds singing and the rustling of leaves when he was not around.

He prayed that the warrior would not be injured in the battle, and that the scales of victory would always lean towards the warrior. Surrounded by his companions, he raised the flame of hope and peace to briefly pierce the fog that had trapped him.

Missing someone too much brings sorrow, just like the black velvet sky covering the endless night.

The night was too long, and Lucius apparently thought so too.

Chaotic thoughts sank in the darkness, and in a trance, Lucius seemed to have fallen into "One Thousand and One Nights", having one absurd and beautiful dream after another.

Or it would be more accurate to call them fragments of memories.

Those were the happy, sad, shameful, pure days and nights that belonged only to him and Wenxiu Lord, without any mixture of interests or purposes.

The sunlight on the Quidditch field was so dazzling that Lucius, who was sitting in the audience, could not look directly at the silver-gray free figure.

He should have lowered his head to avoid the sunlight that would hurt his eyes, but Lucius raised his head high, not knowing who he was resisting.

So he saw it, saw Wenxiu Lord, who was brighter than the sun and gentler than the spring breeze.

In the blurry scene, Lucius's eyes followed the figure closely, and he couldn't even see the person's face clearly.

But he knew that it was Wenxiu Lord.

Because he has been watching and observing for a long time.

So just by looking at the back and one movement, he could easily tell who was the person he had always kept hidden in his heart and could not speak of.

After winning the game, he saw Vincent Lord riding towards him on a broomstick, like an angel descending.

Lucius suddenly realized that Wen Xiu was an angel in his heart.

Lucius laughed at himself, it turned out that Wen Xiu was an angel in his heart.

Wenxiu is an angel who saves the world, but Lucius is a wizard.

Angels will not give up saving anyone, not even wizards.

But the wizard cannot touch the angel. Even if he gets close, he will be burned by the angel's light.

It wasn't the angel or the wizard who was at fault, it was just their identities.

Angels cannot understand the wizard's feelings, and will not give up saving everything for him alone.

The wizard cannot give up his identity because he knows that he will never get a response from the angel. Even if he gives up his identity as a wizard, he will only end up burning himself.

He is only a wizard, not Icarus.

The venomous snake hid in the darkness, locking Lucius with its cold gaze filled with murderous intent.

The approach of the silver-haired figure made Lucius happy and frightened. He wanted to be the exception, but he was afraid of being killed by the poisonous snake.

The dream sensed that the fear of the ruler began to collapse, and Lucius' consciousness sank again into illusion, and fell after the new scene was constructed.

The sleeping platinum man opened his eyes and found the scene around him more unfamiliar than familiar.

The potion cabinet took up half of the wall, with a luxurious yet comfortable decoration style and a classic silver and green color scheme. Wenxiu Lord was sitting next to him.

"Luke, won't you sleep a little longer? It's still early." In his sight, Wenxiu Lord still looked like a young man, less fierce, and more kind and gentle as he remembered.

"Wenxiu." Lucius almost drowned in Wenxiu Lord's silver-gray eyes.

His body was not controlled by his brain and he grabbed the silver-haired boy's hand.

The silver-haired boy had no doubts, only helplessness and pampering, "Why is Luke looking at me without saying anything?"

familiar……

"Are you hungry?"

When did you experience it?

"Don't mess around. I'll come accompany you once I finish my work, okay? Be good."

Wen Xiu's palm gently stroked his hair, everything seemed familiar.

"Good morning kiss. Wen Xiu hasn't given me a good morning kiss yet."

Lucius heard himself say this.

He felt the movement above his head pause, and felt an unknown sense of grievance and dissatisfaction.

"My father said that when you are with your loved one, you should give him/her a good morning kiss and a good night kiss every day. Doesn't Wen Xiu love me?"

The soul trapped in the body suddenly realized that it was the accident.

An unexpected event that he would miss terribly.

The silver-haired boy in front of him had a forced expression, but still said, "Luke is so cute, of course I love Luke."

It's just love for the innocent Luke, not for the ulterior motive Lucius, nor for Malfoy.

These words were a great torture to Lucius, and his heart began to ache.

"Since you love me, why don't you give me a kiss?"

The soul belonging to Lucius was asking.

The silver-haired boy in front of him changed his expression and became indifferent in an instant. His silver-gray eyes stared at him as if he was looking at a stranger.

Her lips parted slightly, and Junli's face slowly moved closer. Lucius suddenly felt resistance and didn't want to hear what Wenxiu Lord was about to say next.

His arms were strangled, his body unable to move, Lucius' eyes widened, the scene before him shattered again.

"Because I don't love you, Lucius."

Past experiences were frozen into a short dream. Lucius shuttled through many scenes and walked into a spring dream.

The silver-haired boy leaned over him, hurriedly and urgently unbuttoning his shirt.

Then, just as he remembered, he covered himself with the quilt and held Wenxiu Lord's hand and placed it on his hot chest.

That's not enough, he wants to seduce and be more explicit.

Don't make the same mistakes that you regret again.

He turned defense into offense, turned over and pressed the silver-haired boy under him, restraining himself from revealing his true desires.

"Wenxiu's body feels so cool," Lucius said, grabbing Wenxiu Lord's hand and pressing it on his exposed skin, which was already covered with a thin layer of sweat. "Wenxiu, feel it, is it me who is too hot?"

Even though he said so, Wenxiu Lord still resisted after showing a brief look of surprise and emotion on his face.

"I'll go and run the water for you. You should take a good bath." Wenxiu Lord refused, but Lucius didn't want to let him go.

With a sinking of his waist and abdomen, Lucius pressed his whole body on Wenxiu Lord, their breathing intertwined, and it seemed that even their sweat blended together.

“No need.” Lucius exerted force with his arms, hoping that he could be an invisible and colorless gas that could merge into the bones and blood of Wenxiu Lord. “Wenxiu is my antidote. Let me hold you.”

The young man under him began to struggle violently upon hearing this, and his appearance began to change drastically.

This is the type of young people you see every day.

His fingertips trembled as he traced the eyebrows and eyes of the person under him. His silver-grey eyes were as cold as a pond under a glacier, and all his unbearableness was reflected in the dark grey pupils.

Not daring to meet his gaze, Lucius covered his eyes and leaned over.

"My angel, please forgive my sins."