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Chapter 471 Breaking through the Cocoon of Binding (3)

There was no sign of anything unusual on the faces of the duo, who were used to cutting meat with a blunt knife.

As the heels of Vinciu Lord's shoes hit the wooden floor, Tom Riddle tapped the armrests with pleasure.

'Click. '

The door closed and the knocking sound on the handrail stopped abruptly.

Enduring the surging waves in his stomach, Wenxiu Lord bent his straight back exhaustedly, slowly squatted down against the wall, and curled up into a ball.

The panic was so strong that his limbs felt weak and even his thoughts were confused.

"More than."

His head felt dizzy and Wenxiu Lord found that his voice was trembling.

Sitting on the floor leaning against the wall, before everything in front of his eyes became completely dark, Wenxiu Lord heard a shrill scream.

'Damn hypoglycemia, I'm f***ing sick.'

"Ahhhh!!! Mr. Lord!!! What happened to you!! Please don't die!!"

Dobby was like a high-frequency alarm at this moment, and his cry even scared away the birds taking a rest in the trees far away outside the castle.

Tom Riddle, who had spoken no more than three sentences to the two men, suddenly changed color when he heard the scream and appeared in the corridor in an instant.

Dobby stood there helplessly, howling miserably. He wanted to touch Wenxiu Lord but was afraid of hurting him. It was as if a faucet was turned on in his eyes, and tears flowed out.

Wenxiu Lord's eyes were closed tightly, bloodless, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Although he is over 180cm tall, he looks so thin and fragile, like an anxious and helpless child.

Dobby was silenced by a spell. Tom Riddle squatted down and tried to pick up Vinciu Lord, but he staggered two steps and almost hit the wall.

Ignoring his sprained wrist from trying to hold on to the ground to avoid falling, Tom Riddle endured the severe pain and carefully held Wenxiu Lord in his arms.

At the same time, the door of the conference hall was opened by Regulus and Lucius who ran over.

Seeing the two people disappear in front of him, Regulus felt a buzzing in his ears and instantly returned to the night when he learned that Wenxiu Lord was on the verge of death.

He rushed forward madly, wanting to get to Wenxiu Lord, save him, and break the nightmare that had troubled him for many days and nights.

But the reason why a nightmare is a nightmare is that it is extremely difficult to break free from the constraints and achieve the goal.

The body rushing forward was blocked, Regulus turned around, and Lucius, the only one who retained some rationality, grabbed his wrist.

God knows how much Lucius is suffering right now.

His stomach was cramping and his sanity was in jeopardy. If Regulus hadn't been there, he would probably be standing in the headmaster's office at St. Mungo's now.

But he couldn't now, because he had to stop Regulus.

The gloom and madness in this madman's eyes are about to become reality.

Lucius believed that if he hadn't stopped Regulus, Voldemort, who took vinegar as water and killed people without blinking an eye, would definitely make Regulus disappear from this world without anyone noticing after regaining his sanity.

It didn't matter if Regulus died, but he didn't want to make Wenxiu Lord sad.

"Calm down, you'll only hurt him if you rush to St. Mungo's now."

Regulus, whose magic power was in danger of erupting, took a breath and trembled all over, obviously suppressing his power to the extreme.

"I'm going to Lorde Manor to ask Snape for potion." After saying that, Regulus shook off Lucius' hand and disappeared from the spot.

In the empty and bright corridor, only Lucius and Dobby, who was speechless but about to turn into a spring, were left.

His brows were furrowed in disgust. "Clean up this place." Lucius said with a gloomy face and left Malfoy Manor.

The unconscious Wenxiu Lord had no idea that he had successfully turned the wizarding world into a mess.

He just felt extremely comfortable.

In a trance, he turned into a wisp of wind and jumped onto the treetops, swept away the nectar on the stamens, and then dived into the stream to play with the fish and shrimps.

He can soar in the blue sky and pass through the clouds, or he can shuttle through the quiet and dense forests and gallop across the vast land.

He was so happy that he forgot he was a person, forgot he was a gust of wind, and even forgot time and distance.

Everything is free, he can do whatever he wants, even if he quietly lands on the treetops to tease the furry little birds building nests, he doesn't have to worry about falling.

After watching the little sparrows build nests enough, Wenxiu Lord blew on the branches and left, wandering aimlessly between heaven and earth, and finally stopped at a beach.

Not far from the seashore, there are rugged rocks. On the dark rocky cliffs, a cave that looks like a huge mouth of the abyss attracts Wenxiu Lord.

Feeling uneasy as the sea water rose and fell, Wenxiu Lord hesitated and walked towards the cave entrance. Inexplicable panic and timidity almost swallowed him up.

Slowly stepping in, there is a large black lake in the dark cave.

A scene that had never appeared in his memory appeared before his eyes. In the scene stood a man who was extremely familiar to Vinciu Lord - Tom Riddle.

Next to him stood a house-elf half a man's height, with wrinkled skin, large bat-like ears trembling, and a few tufts of ugly white hair growing behind his ears.

The quiet lake surface was rippling with wind and a small green boat was slowly drifting towards it.

Wenxiu Lord's heart began to ache violently as he watched the two of them board the boat and go to the small island in the middle of the lake.

That's it, that's it...

This is where Regulus was buried.

He knelt on the ground in pain, holding his heart. The next second, a sudden and intense feeling of suffocation engulfed him.

Kreacher's screams of agony and Tom Riddle's laughter entered Vinciu Lord's ears. He tried his best to keep his eyes open so as not to miss any details, and in his heart he begged himself to wake up quickly.

Please, please wake up, I don't need the so-called freedom. I just want to save Regulus.

His vision was blurred, his pupils were dilated, and Wenxiu Lord's consciousness fell into darkness.

"Regulus!"

The person on the hospital bed woke up suddenly. Wenxiu Lord stared at the warm white ceiling, feeling the smell of potion rushing into his nose. It took him a long time to realize that this was reality.

"Did Wen Xiu have a nightmare?"

An elegant and mellow voice sounded in his ears. Wenxiu Lord turned his head and found that it was Lucius who was talking to him.

Those cold grey eyes looked at him with a hint of worry, and within them was a jealousy that Wenxiu Lord could not see through.

In response to Lucius's questions, Wenxiu Lord did not answer his questions, and he didn't know where to start.

It was just a dream after all.

Turning over with his feet on the cold floor, Wenxiu Lord grabbed Lucius' wrist with an anxious look on his face.

"Lucius, where is Voldemort?"

The scenes in the dream were so real that they seemed like they were happening in person. Wenxiu Lord felt extremely uneasy and was eager to distinguish the truth from the false.

He didn't answer the question but asked about other people instead. The gentleness that Lucius had managed to show on his face almost shattered, but Wenxiu Lord looked too bad now, so he had to suppress the sourness in his heart.

"This is the second day since you fell into a coma. The Lord stayed here the whole day yesterday and left this morning after confirming that you were fine."

"What about Regulus? Have you seen him today?"

A strong bitterness spread deep in his throat. Lucius stared at Wenxiu Lord, biting his tongue with his teeth, trying to swallow the sorrow from the depths of his soul.

"He left with the Lord."