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Chapter 338 Habit

In the bright study, warmth and breeze blew in through the open window, sweeping away the bloody smell in the room.

Tom Riddle looked down at the Death Eater begging for mercy on the ground, and the tip of his wand shattered into pieces again.

The Death Eater, whose operation failed and caused huge losses, lost his voice in pain and was left with only one arm.

The sticky bright red spread and filled the cracks in the floor.

The smell of rust in the air became stronger, mixed with the floral scent blowing in from the window, unpleasant and pungent.

'It smells terrible, Voldy, throw him out.'

The man sitting in the high position heard a young man's clear and gentle voice with a hint of disgust in his mind.

The hands moved before the brain, and before Tom Riddle could react, the Death Eater had been sent to see Merlin by an Avada.

This is the 9th one already.

Every time he punished these Death Eaters, Tom Riddle could always hear some voices.

It was the voice of Wenxiu Lord, who had been in the same room with him for some time.

Tom Riddle's brows were furrowed. Long-term lack of sleep made him feel his temples throbbing.

He took off his mask and closed his eyes out of habit, but he didn't receive a gentle massage from a young man.

The irritability and rage that had just been expressed immediately rose, and Tom Riddle took out a vitality-replenishing potion from the drawer of his desk that he hadn't drunk for a long time.

I pulled out the cork and drank the wine, and then I felt the dull pain in my brain relieved.

The hand on the armrest curled up, and the thumb rubbed subconsciously, as if recalling the smooth touch that was once within reach.

Realizing what he had done, Tom Riddle was now like a wild beast on the verge of exploding.

He is bloodthirsty and angry, and can take the life of the next person who steps into the study at any time.

Unfortunately, no one will come in today unless he summons them.

He had no way to vent the strong murderous intent in his heart.

He felt his body slipping out of control.

Reaching out and tearing open his collar, Tom Riddle cleaned up the corpse on the ground, and instantly cast several refreshing spells in the study.

After making sure there was no smell of blood in the room, he stood up and walked to the glass door of the balcony.

Look out the glass door.

There was a thin layer of dust on the rocking chair on the balcony. It was placed there by Wenxiu Lord.

He was the only one who would sit in that rocking chair.

With a book in his hands, and sometimes a cookie in his mouth.

Although he said he was eating, every time he took a bite he would hold it in his mouth and become obsessed with studying.

As he sat there, the wind would blow through his long, silver-gray hair.

The warm scent that Tom Riddle hated the most, mixed with the unique scent of the boy's shampoo, blew into the room, filling the entire study with the boy's scent.

The ends of your hair will sway as the rocking chair shakes.

It takes a long time for the silver-haired boy, who is obsessed with learning, to notice it. By then, he will frown and grab the end of her hair and hold it in front of him.

It looks like a long-haired cat that is smoothing its fur after getting covered in mud.

If Tom Riddle looked over at this moment, Wenxiu Lord would turn his head as if he had telepathically understood and give the man a loving smile.

As long as Tom Riddle waved his hand, the boy would smile with joy and call him Lord.

She stood up and walked quickly to him, squatted down and rested her head on his legs, allowing him to touch her at will.

Sounds, smells, touches, Wenxiu Lord seemed to have penetrated into many details of his daily life.

After being with Vince Lord for such a long time, Tom Riddle only realized today that Vince Lord had changed him so much.

I feel hungry in my stomach, it's time to eat.

It seemed that his body still remembered that it was time to have dinner with the silver-haired boy.

Every change he noticed in his mind made Tom Riddle furious.

The magic power surged, and the balcony door and windows closed immediately, with the curtains and door drapes rustling.

In a short while, the study returned to darkness and coldness.

The spells shot out from the tip of the wand did not stop, and everything related to Vinciu Lord was subjected to a vanishing spell cast by Tom Riddle.

But his anger grew instead of diminishing.

In such a dark and cold room, the body that should have felt extremely comfortable actually began to miss the young man who threw himself into his arms.

Warm, cute...

He wants warmth?

A sea of ​​blood surged in his pupils, and the candle flame on the candlestick flickered and finally went out.

The last bit of light in the room disappeared.

In the darkness, Tom Riddle sat at his desk, staring silently at the outline of the mask on the table.

The sky outside gradually merged with the darkness in the study.

Somehow, the stars today are much sparser than usual. There is only a crescent moon hanging in the sky, and the light it emits is dim.

Less than one-tenth of the work on the desk was done.

For the entire morning, Tom Riddle had been absent-minded since he heard the conversation between Vince Lord and Lucius.

That stupid Death Eater had challenged his sanity again this afternoon.

Tom Riddle wasted a whole day inexplicably.

Bright lights came on in the room.

Time magic appeared, and Tom Riddle reached out to take the remaining documents that had not been processed. The slightly dissatisfied voice of Wenxiu Lord sounded in his mind again.

"It's too late, Fudi. Your health is more important than your work. You should go and rest."

The outstretched fingertips paused and finally did not land on the document.

The pain of soul-tearing suddenly intensified at this moment, and the edges rubbed against each other, like two wounds with pits and bloody flesh grinding against each other.

He opened the drawer beside him, and two bottles of potions were quietly placed inside.

These are the only two bottles of soul repair potion left.

He took out a bottle and poured it into his mouth, the cool touch sliding into his throat.

The liquid medicine seemed to reach the soul directly through the esophagus, wrapping the soul and repairing the torn edges.

The pain that tormented him all the time was relieved, and the muffled sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor could be heard in the room.

A large hand with distinct joints grasped the curtain, and with a swish, dim moonlight shone into the room.

Make the study even colder.

No sleep for one night.

The next day, every Death Eater who arrived at Malfoy Manor walked into the meeting room. No matter what expression they had on their faces, they quickly turned into respect, and no matter what they were saying, they became mute in the next second.

Tom Riddle sat at the head of the long table, watching the fear and awe on the faces of everyone who walked into the meeting hall, and felt only physical and mental pleasure.

He felt more comfortable when he thought about what he was going to announce today.

When everyone arrived, Tom Riddle first assigned the personnel for today's operation, then his scarlet eyes turned and his gaze fell on Bellatrix who was sitting at the end of the long table.

Bellatrix, who was being watched, raised her head proudly, waiting enthusiastically for Tom Riddle to give her new orders.

The man's lips opened and closed under the mask, and Bellatrix's face gradually turned pale as he spoke.

His expression also changed from pride and obsession to disbelief and dejection.

Lucius's eyes fell on Rodolphus Lestrange, and a mocking arc appeared at the corner of his lips.

But it was obvious that Lucius was happy too early.

The order for Bellatrix Black to be betrothed to Rodolphus Lestrange was announced.

What Lucius least wanted to hear was the news that his Lord was engaged to Wenxiu Lord, which could even be described as a bolt from the blue.

And he will be the planner of the silver-haired boy's engagement party.