His eyes wandered over the people imprisoned in the dungeon. Wenxiu Lord carefully identified the few people whose genders could only be determined by the length of their hair, and his heart was filled with anger.

Several adults were locked in such a cramped space with no food and no access to the toilet.

Their bodies were so dirty that only the most hideous wounds could be seen, and the smaller wounds could not even be distinguished.

The clothes were soaked in blood and dried up, mixed with the soil and became as hard as stone slabs, not providing any warmth at all.

In such a cold winter, they are like animals at the mercy of others, relying on each other and huddling together for warmth.

Hearing the sound of someone coming in, some people still retained a bit of rationality and huddled behind the crowd.

Others have become zombies, unable to receive any information from the outside world, and just stupidly allow themselves to be pushed to the outside of the crowd.

Among those who were almost tortured crazy or had already gone crazy, there was one person whose eyes were particularly bright.

When he saw that the person coming was Wenxiu Lord, his eyes lit up for a moment, and then he returned to his dull state like everyone else.

Wenxiu Lord naturally caught the different pair of eyes at a glance.

It was like the unyielding weeds in the harsh winter, the fire in the deep sea, the hope in despair, and the eyes of James Potter.

My heart was half relieved, and I suddenly realized that I didn't seem to care that much about other people. I couldn't help but laugh at myself in my heart, "How cold-blooded."

Tom Riddle stood aside and observed the ugly expression on Wenxiu Lord's face, his scarlet eyes flashing with a cold light.

He walked up to Wenxiu Lord, stroked the silver-haired young man's cheek with his fingertips, and no emotion could be heard in the words he uttered.

"Why don't you say anything? Are you feeling bad?"

The man's silent voice brought Wenxiu Lord back to his senses. He covered his mouth and nose with a disgusted expression, and pointed in the direction of the exit with the finger holding the wand.

"Let's go out and talk about it."

Tom Riddle's white cheeks were pinched hard by his fingers, leaving two red marks. He glanced at the people in the dungeon and slowly raised the corners of his lips. "Okay."

The two returned to the hall. As soon as they closed the door, Wenxiu Lord couldn't wait to speak, "Who did this? It's so dirty and disgusting. I can hardly tell whether it's a man or a woman!"

He looked directly into Tom Riddle's scarlet eyes. "I looked for a long time but couldn't recognize which one the Lord mentioned. My friend, can you clean up these people first? Otherwise, I can't do it."

Tom Riddle looked at him steadily, trying to determine the truth in his words. After a moment, he waved to Lucius who was standing beside him.

"Lucius, go and clean up those people."

After successfully delaying for a while, Wenxiu Lord leaned against the wall, thinking about how to send these members of the Order of the Phoenix out without exposing his identity.

They have almost gone crazy now. If we don't send them away, I'm afraid they would be better off dead.

As time passed, Wenxiu Lord became more and more annoyed.

Noticing the idle man next to him, he simply stretched out his arms and pulled Tom Riddle in front of him.

With his chin raised and resting on Tom Riddle's shoulder, Wenxiu Lord complained to him.

"The task that Fudi assigned to me is too difficult. These people have been tortured into a state of being neither human nor ghost. How can I persuade them to rebel?"

The young man pinched the thin side of the man in front of him in dissatisfaction and rubbed his neck with his nose.

"Could it be that Fudi is angry because I've been away on business for too long, so he's deliberately making things difficult for me?"

Of course, Tom Riddle was just maliciously making things difficult for him to vent his dissatisfaction, but would he admit it?

Clamping the hand that was kneading his waist hard, Tom Riddle took two steps forward to escape from the restraint of Vinciu Lord.

The silver hair clung to Tom Riddle's dark robe. Wenxiu Lord raised his hand and tried to push down the hair that kept trying to stick to the other person. His distressed expression made the man laugh.

"How could that be? I gave this mission to you because I trust Wen Xiu. Otherwise, I would have killed those people long ago."

The hair was reluctant to leave, and Wenxiu Lord simply did not try to stop it. He also stuck to Tom Riddle along with the hair.

His nails scratched the man's small and thin earlobe, and Wenxiu Lord leaned over and kissed the man's ear with an ambiguous tone.

"What reward will my Lord give me after this is successful?"

The cold earlobe gradually became tinged with the body temperature of the person beside him. Tom Riddle turned over and pressed Vince Lord against the wall. The two heads slowly approached each other through a cold mask.

"It seems you already have an idea." Hearing the sound of the doorknob turning, Tom Riddle let go of the young man and stepped back a few steps. "I look forward to your good news."

"My Lord, everything has been cleaned up."

Lucius opened the door and walked out, then stood aside and stared at the ground, not thinking about what had happened to the two of them after he left.

Leaving warmth on the cold mask, Wenxiu Lord curved his eyebrows and said to the two, "I will go down alone."

Wenxiu Lord crumpled his coat and shirt, untied his belt and walked into the room with a worried and panicked look on his face under the gaze of the two men.

When Tom Riddle saw this scene, his brows lowered under the mask and a feeling of irritation rose in his heart.

Just when he was about to be unable to suppress his inner restlessness and was about to hide and go down to see what Wenxiu Lord was planning, the silver-haired young man walked out.

"Done, let's go, don't let anyone else torture them these days."

"What's your plan?"

Letting Tom Riddle tidy up his messy clothes, Wenxiu Lord took out a headband to tie up his long hair.

"First, play the victim to gain their sympathy. Once they have let down their guard, find someone to pretend to be a member of the Order of the Phoenix to kill them. There aren't many rational people in that group, so this straightforward plan is the most effective."

After telling a lie, Wenxiu Lord's expression returned to his usual gentle smile and said to Lucius, "Remember to prepare food for them."

Taking Tom Riddle's hand, Wenxiu Lode led him away, "Let's go back and rest."

The next morning, Sirius, who received The Quibbler, saw a new story in the corner of the newspaper.

On the same morning, Remus and Barty Jr., who had read the information in the newspaper, found Sirius and the three had a heated argument.

The quarrel among the three turned into a fight, and they were eventually separated by Dumbledore who came over.

The other members of the Order of the Phoenix didn't know what exactly happened. They only saw Remus and Barty Jr. leaving with frighteningly gloomy faces.

That night, outside Malfoy Manor.

A group of people gathered in front of the door. Sirius, who was in the lead, had a fierce look in his eyes. He clenched his wand tightly in his hand, and the spell was ready to be cast.

Lily stood beside him, looking at the forest in front of her, and released the first spell.

The spell fell on the invisible barrier, and the dazzling light of the magic impact illuminated the silent night.

One spell after another followed, like a lit fuse.

The middle-aged man with short blond hair at the back of the crowd slowly raised his wand, marking the beginning of the action.

In front of everyone's eyes, a spell was cast with unstoppable force, breaking the barrier with just one strike.

When people turned around to look for him, the middle-aged man had disappeared without a trace.

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