HP has a villain system but has become a popular character

The morning light is dim, and strands of sunlight break through the darkness, casting mottled shadows on the ground through the lush green leaves.

The man sat on the only chair beside the bed, staring intently at the young man who was sleeping soundly on the white bed.

He was woken up after less than an hour of sleep, and then there was fighting and all kinds of emotions going up and down. Tom Riddle, who had hardly slept the entire night, was already extremely tense.

But he didn't want to sleep, and he didn't even dare to close his eyes.

Even if you just blink, the moment your vision falls into darkness, a scene of scarlet will appear in your mind.

Vincent Lord used his life to prove his innocence and his love for Tom Riddle.

Tom Riddle held the silver-haired young man's hand with greater strength, feeling the warmth in his palm, as if in this way he could feel again the overwhelming love that overwhelmed him last night.

He still doesn't understand what love is.

If it were in the past, he would think for a moment and answer:

Love is a hug, because Wenxiu Lord always likes to hug him and can never hug him enough.

Love is running. Even if the distance between them is only a dozen meters, Wenxiu Lord will run to be by his side.

Love is a kiss, as gentle as a dragonfly touching the water, and so lingering that even the air becomes sticky.

Love is the response you get whenever and wherever you call, it’s silver-grey eyes like the ocean, it’s a smile more brilliant than a sea of ​​flowers.

Love is, Wenxiu Lord.

Because Wenxiu Lord loved him so much.

Now, Tom Riddle would answer without hesitation:

Love is painful. It is to endure pain that is worse than death and still tremble in order to touch, even if it is just the hem of a person's clothes.

Love is worry, it is the gaze that is so strong that it cannot be ignored and is always following him.

Love is the embarrassed bare feet stumbling towards him, the blood that wants to be vomited but cannot be said, and the hand that is within reach and yet out of reach and wants to touch his cheek.

Love is wet, hot, and dazzling, like the dried blood on his skin and clothes.

Love is Wenxiu Lord.

Because that's how much Wenxiu Lord loved him.

Tom Riddle still didn't understand love, but now he had a standard answer.

Wenxiu Lord interpreted what love is through companionship and the life that Tom Riddle valued most.

Flames and thick smoke rose up in Tom Riddle's heart.

Unfortunately, his heart was desolate, the fire was raging but there was no support to fuel the fire.

Wenxiu Lord fell into a coma, and his love was taken away with it, leaving only the residual heat and charred color from the fire.

The emptiness that he hadn't felt for a long time came back, roaring fiercely in the depths of his soul. Tom Riddle gently spread out the young man's curled fingers.

Tom Riddle held up the weak hand and stroked the young man's cheek, which he had not touched when he was awake. He kissed the young man's palm again and again, trying to draw from it the love that could fill the emptiness in his soul.

It can’t be filled, it still can’t be filled, why can’t it be filled! ?

The wall built by Venthu Lord with love was broken, and a large amount of emptiness poured into his soul, making Tom Riddle panic.

Staring with scarlet eyes at the pale, silver-haired young man lying unconscious on the hospital bed, Tom Riddle leaned over and embraced the young man in his arms.

The smell of blood mixed with a cool and faint fragrance rushed into his nose. It was the smell of him and Wenxiu Lord.

Remus, who was standing outside the door, was furious when he saw the scene in the room. The magic power in his body was churning, which attracted the attention of Tom Riddle, who was immersed in the warmth of the silver-haired young man in the room.

Glancing sideways at the door, he saw that it was Vinciu Lord's friend and subordinate. Tom Riddle put Vinciu Lord down, brushed the hair off the unconscious young man's face, tucked in the quilt, and then stood up.

Remus was not afraid of his unfriendly look at all. He pushed the door open and walked to the bedside. He put a bunch of roses from Lord Manor in the empty vase on the bedside table as if no one was around.

After casting a preservation spell for Rose, Remus sat beside the bed, looking at the silver-haired young man whose breathing was even as if he was asleep. Remus frowned deeply, with a look of heartache on his face.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, Wenxiu Lord was also quiet, his breathing was so light that it seemed as if he had stopped.

Even though one of the two was unconscious and the other was silent, this scene was still an eyesore to Tom Riddle.

Such a warm and harmonious atmosphere was something he and Wenxiu Lord had never had before, which made him jealous.

Sensing another magical force stirring in the room, Remus raised his eyes and met Tom Riddle's gaze without dodging or avoiding.

"Everyone in the wizarding world knows about it."

"So what if you know?"

Remus drew out his wand and reached under the quilt with his other hand to hold Vincent Lord's hand.

"I'm taking him away."

The word "leave" unleashed the tyranny that Tom Riddle tried hard to suppress. He drew out his wand, revealing his murderous intent.

"Let go, he's my fiancé!"

If this was not St. Mungo's, and if it were not in Vince Lord's ward, Tom Riddle would never have wasted any time talking to him and would have cast a Cutting Curse on him the moment Remus walked in.

Facing Tom Riddle's gnashing teeth, Remus still looked at him calmly.

"If you don't love him, you can't protect him."

Hearing the words "you don't love him" again, the man who once despised him suddenly felt endless anger.

He didn't understand why, but he was really angry.

"Do you want to die?"

The low and cold voice echoed in this small space, biting more than the wind blowing outside.

Remus looked down on him. He lowered his head and looked at Wenxiu Lord tenderly, then raised his hand and gently stroked his pale cheek.

"If you loved him, he wouldn't be here. You wouldn't raise your wand at me."

He wanted to take Wenxiu Lord away. He could no longer bear the fear and longing that followed him every day.

Even if the final outcome was that Wenxiu Lord would bear a grudge against him, he would take the young man away with him, to a place where no one could find them and where only the two of them were.

The sound of the door being pushed open again interrupted the smoke between the two of them. Little Barty stared at Tom Riddle with a sinister look and clapped silently and exaggeratedly.

"What a wonderful dog-eat-dog fight. Will Mr. Voldemort leave? Perhaps my father will bring people to catch you soon. You are the ladder for him to become the Minister of Magic, and he will not miss this opportunity."

"Barty Crouch Jr." Remus chewed Barty Crouch Jr.'s name with gritted teeth, as if he wanted to crush him with his name.

This damn guy actually exposed his plan.

He took out a box of hard candy from his trouser pocket, opened it and put it into his mouth. He crunched the candy into pieces with a few bites. His eyes flashed with a moment of paranoia and darkness when he looked at Wenxiu Lord.

"Hehe, don't be so angry. After all, you and I are not in the same group."

'Click. '

The therapist who walked in from outside saw three men standing in a three-way confrontation in the room and standing there in a daze.

Little Barty broke the silence and took two steps aside to make way for the therapist.

"I'm here to review Mr. Lord."

The person who came in was the last therapist to leave the ward last night.

He was so frightened after reading the Daily Prophet this morning that he almost lost his soul. However, it was his worry about Wenxiu Lord that supported him to take this step bravely.

"When will Wen Xiu wake up?" Tom Riddle no longer cared about the other two people in the room. He couldn't wait to know the result.

As for the Aurors mentioned by Barty Jr., Tom Riddle sneered in his heart.

There were so many restrictions when they were hiding their identities that they couldn't catch themselves. Now that they are free, they will only become more useless.

In Tom Riddle's heart, nothing is more important than Vinci Lord now.