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Invisible waves of distortion appeared in the space, and everyone's eyes were fixed on him. Sirius fell from mid-air and hit the ground heavily, his expression of fear and grief had not yet disappeared.

Those members of the Order of the Phoenix who were captured and injured by the Death Eaters have been sent to St. Mungo's. When everyone saw Sirius's dazed look, they were very curious about what had happened.

The rescue operation was successful and no one died. Why did Sirius have this expression?

Remus, who knew more secrets, suddenly changed his expression. He squeezed into the crowd, pushed away the Weasley couple who wanted to help Sirius up, grabbed Sirius' collar and lifted him up.

"What did you do to Wen Xiu!"

Sirius did not resist, his unfocused warm grey eyes remained motionless as if nailed in their sockets.

His body was shaking uncontrollably, tears flooding his moving lips and frightened soul.

Lily, who was standing by, was horrified when she saw this. She pretended to be calm and waved her hand to chase everyone else out of the room.

Standing in the bright corridor, Lily turned her head to look at the closed door, her inner anxiety was evident, and she bit her lips until they were red.

Remus and Sirius were the only ones left in the room. Remus pushed Sirius against the wall and had already drawn his wand in his right hand, pointing it at Remus' throat.

"I ask again, what did you do to Wen Xiu!"

His life was threatened, and the body instinctively sent out an alarm to awaken Sirius's consciousness.

He raised his violently trembling hands in front of his eyes, and the dirt on his skin gradually turned into a glaring bright red in his eyes.

"I, I...I was just following the plan. I wanted to kill Voldemort. I didn't, Wen Xiu... Wen Xiu, yes, I am going to St. Mungo's now. He must be there."

The language was so confusing that it was hard to understand what was being said, but Remus instantly came up with an answer that he was most unwilling to accept.

Remus threw Sirius, who was unable to struggle, to the ground and punched him in the face without hesitation.

The fist didn't hit Sirius in the face, but instead hit the floor, glancing at the side of his face.

Remus raised his fist, blood dripping onto the floor, he raised the bloody hand and slapped himself hard without hesitation.

Now that all the doubts have been cleared up, how could Remus not know what Wenxiu Lord's real plan is.

In order to rescue the members of the Order of the Phoenix, to dispel Voldemort's suspicion of him, and to make Voldemort believe in his infatuation more.

He concealed it from everyone and set up a perfect plan with his own life.

It was so perfect that everyone involved in the operation was given a portkey to escape, and so perfect that only he could die.

Remus grabbed Sirius, who was about to stand up and leave for St. Mungo's, and waved his wand to tie him to a chair in the room.

"Let me go! Remus, I want to go to St. Mungo's!"

The thorns cut through his clothes, and as Sirius struggled violently, they tended to dig into his skin.

He seemed unaware, and was as mad as a mad dog, not caring about anything, and the whites of his eyes were stained with the blood-red of the silver-haired boy.

Remus, who was standing in front of him, looked down at him, one still and the other moving, both equally crazy.

He wanted to meet Vinciu Lord and take him away from Voldemort, no matter what.

When his palm touched the door handle, Sirius's angry roar came from behind him, "Remus Lupin! Let me go!"

The doorknob turned, and Remus left without looking back, leaving only one sentence, "You can't go to see him in your current identity."

Even though he knew that everything that was happening was part of Wenxiu Lord's plan, he couldn't help but blame Sirius.

Lily, who was standing guard outside the door, turned around when she heard the door open, "Sirius and Wenxiu..." "I'm going to St. Mungo's now," Remus said to the person in front of him with a fake smile, "Please keep an eye on Sirius, he's not mentally stable right now, it's best not to let him leave this room."

"Remus, are you… okay?"

"I'm fine." Remus said perfunctorily and turned to leave.

Looking at the man's back, who looked like he was alright, Lily became even more worried, "Don't do anything stupid, Remus."

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The incandescent lights in the hospital always look so cold and ruthless.

Tom Riddle, covered in blood and with a bloody handprint on his cheek, stood outside the ward, watching the healers coming in and out and the rows of potions being pumped in, with endless fear in his heart.

As soon as he thought that Wenxiu Lord might die, the feeling of powerlessness and suffocation would quickly overwhelm him.

It overlapped with the feeling he had when he saw himself die in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class more than thirty years ago, adding to the pain.

As if blessed by God, his face showed no emotion, neither sadness nor joy. Tom Riddle leaned against the blue and white wall, motionless like a sculpture.

The lights above his head were buzzing, and the number of people coming in and out of the ward gradually decreased. Tom Riddle enjoyed the torment every minute and every second.

Only after the last healer walked out of the ward and took off his bloody gloves did Tom Riddle roll his eyes, lock his gaze on that man, and turn around stiffly.

His body was resisting the answer.

If Wenxiu Lord is really gone, then...

A sea of ​​blood surged in the empty red pupils, and Tom Riddle did not hide his murderous intent at all, giving people the feeling that he was ready to slaughter everyone around him at any time.

Wenxiu Lord is his sheath. A sword without the sheath will continue to hurt everyone and everything until the blade breaks.

Even the therapist who had seen countless families of seriously ill patients and experienced too many medical disputes could not withstand the aura that Tom Riddle now exuded.

Taking a few steps back to distance himself from Tom Riddle, the healer secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his hands were empty, and quickly started to stack protective armor for his life.

"Mr. Voldemort brought Mr. Lord here just in time, and the curse did not harm Mr. Lord's bones and organs. After emergency treatment, Mr. Lord is no longer in danger of death. You can go in now."

Feeling that most of the pressure was relieved, the therapist, who was a fan of Wenxiu Lord, spoke out his doubts without hesitation.

"Mr. Voldemort, do you know who the murderer is? Do you need me to ask the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic to come over?"

Since the Lord family was announced, St. Mungo's has received a huge amount of gold galleons and various rare potions invested by the Lord family every year.

The people who worked at St. Mungo's not only worshipped Vinciu Lord as a god, but also respected and loved him.

As a result, Wenxiu Lord turned out to be in such a miserable state, which made many healers and nurses in St. Mungo's so angry that they wanted to turn into warriors and skin the murderer alive.

I thought the therapist was going to remind me of some precautions, but I heard some nonsense. Tom Riddle did not respond to the therapist, but slipped into the ward and closed the door.

At the corner of the silent corridor, Lucius heard the news that Wenxiu Lord was out of danger, and his legs fell weakly to the ground.

He hid far away, in a corner where no one knew, and cried for joy.