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Chapter 280 Preparing to Become a Death Eater

The candlelight flickered in the room. Wenxiu Lord had his back to the light. A circle of orange warmth shone on him, casting a golden glow on him.

Under the shaping of light and shadow, the shadows cast by the eyelashes on the cheekbones look like two tear marks.

In little Batty's eyes, this scene was like seeing the holy Mary.

However, the expression between the boy's eyebrows was completely opposite to the warmth and holiness around him. He was serious and indifferent, driving away the uninvited guest who broke into his dormitory and intended to do something wrong.

"I don't understand what you are saying. Now, leave my dormitory immediately."

All Vinciu Lord wanted now was to get Barty Crouch Jr. to leave so that he could take a shower.

Damn it, this body becomes less and less useful the older it gets.

It was so nice to be free of desires as before. Now he is out of control and it only affects his thinking.

Little Batty turned his head away without paying any attention, and instead looked around the cozy dormitory that the boy had carefully decorated.

Wenxiu Lord would not really attack him. The boy was no longer angry about what happened just now, and that "mutually agreeable" kiss was proof of that.

As far as I can see, the layout has not changed from what I see every time I come here.

Exquisite, gorgeous, and revealing a touch of warmth in the details.

The coffee table is filled with fresh flowers that are changed every day, with water droplets hanging on the petals, blooming gorgeously.

The air was filled with a strong smell of potions.

Although the silver-haired boy's suggestion of returning to the dormitory to look after the potion was just an excuse, both cauldrons were indeed working at this time.

Little Barty knew that after the potion was brewed, the smell of the potion in the room would be replaced by soothing aromatherapy.

Just like the smell of the boy, it is faint, lingering, and unforgettable.

The pillows on the sofa, the snacks and desserts on the coffee table, and all kinds of miscellaneous items that are full of life.

Everyone who walks in here will subconsciously relax their guard and feel that this place is safe and harmless.

But when you look closely, use magic to detect.

You will find that this place is full of traces of magic. As long as you step into the restricted area, the spell will immediately drive away or swallow up the intruder.

The finished products on the top layer of the potion cabinet include many potions that can kill a person with just one drop.

Cozy yet dangerous, this is a deceptive room, just like its owner.

It was in stark contrast to his own dormitory, which was dull and deserted, as if only dead people would live in it.

Retracting his gaze, Little Barty raised his wand and placed it on the table beside him to indicate that he was harmless.

Under the confused gaze of the silver-haired boy, he walked to the coffee table, poured a cup of black tea, and personally brought it to the boy.

"Let me guess the secret that senior is hiding from all of us."

Wenxiu Lord took the cup of black tea but held it without drinking it.

Seeing that he was so alert, Little Barty chuckled and turned his gaze to the silver-haired boy's desk.

"Seventh grade textbooks. Are you preparing to graduate, senior?"

"This has nothing to do with you." The silver-haired boy looked gloomy. "What do you want to say?"

He turned his head at the sound, his gloomy eyes fixed on the corners of the lips that had lost their smile. Little Barty walked two steps in front of Wenxiu Lord and stopped, stretching out his hand to smooth his frown.

"As I said, Senior, I will be your most loyal follower and I will not question any of your decisions."

Since the silver-haired boy was unwilling to drink his apology, Little Barty had no choice but to take the cup of black tea from him and put it on the desk.

"That's provided that this decision doesn't put you in danger."

Wenxiu Lord took a step back to avoid little Barty's action, and the stone in his heart fell halfway.

He thought Little Batty was going to... He almost attacked again, what a close call.

The cold tone softened a little and his expression became lighter, "Little Barty, I won't put myself in danger. I value my life very much."

How could he die before his goal was achieved?

Even if he was diagnosed with a terminal illness now, he would have to watch Bella die and Voldemort disappear into ashes before he could close his eyes in peace.

Little Batty stared at him for a long time, as if trying to figure out whether he was lying.

"Then can you tell me your plan, Senior?"

Wenxiu Lord picked up the half-cold black tea on the desk and drank it all in one gulp. The bitterness gripped his taste buds. At this moment, only bitterness could clear his mind.

"Don't you already know?"

Seeing the silver-haired boy drink the black tea he brought, Little Barty raised the corners of his lips calmly.

"Isn't it that the senior is hiding something more than just graduating early?"

He looked at Wenxiu Lord with great certainty, and the meaning conveyed by his eyes was very clear - even if you deny it, I won't believe it, so tell the truth.

The silver-haired young man let out a long sigh. This was what he should have confessed to them all, but he didn't know where to start, so he kept avoiding and delaying it until now.

"Okay, okay, I was planning on telling you guys, but I just didn't know how to start."

Walking to the sofa beside the fireplace and sitting down, staring at the dancing flames, Wenxiu Lord poured himself a refill of black tea.

The pressure of telling Barty Jr. is much less than that of telling the others. Just think of it as an advance rehearsal.

The boy took a deep breath, "I am ready to become a Death Eater."

Barty Jr. walked over and sat down opposite him, "A follower of Mr. Voldemort?"

The silver-haired boy nodded. "The massacres of dark wizards that have occurred in the wizarding and Muggle worlds in the past two years were all masterminded by Voldemort, and the executioners were the Death Eaters."

Little Barty didn't ask how he knew this information that even the Ministry of Magic hadn't investigated yet. He just looked at him seriously.

"Does the senior hate Muggles and wizards of Muggle descent?"

It seemed that as long as the boy dared to nod, he would become the main force dedicated to eliminating Muggles in the next second.

Rolling his eyes in his heart, Wenxiu Lord denied it.

"No, I'm going undercover. The attacks have been getting more frequent lately, and we need someone to infiltrate and gather intelligence."

Hearing this, Barty Jr. suddenly clenched the wand in his hand, and his expression looked as if he wanted to eat Dumbledore alive.

"This is dangerous. Did Dumbledore force you to do this?"

He became so emotional that he didn't even call the principal.

Wenxiu Lord quickly grabbed Little Barty's wrist and explained, "Principal Dumbledore didn't force me. We were working together."

Little Barty calmed down obediently and knelt on one knee at the boy's feet. "Since you are not forcing me, then let me go undercover."

Wenxiu Lord refused without hesitation. "No."

What a joke, making Barty Jr. a Death Eater, even if he's an undercover agent, is no different from liberating one's nature.

By then, maybe he, the undercover agent, will kill more people than the real Death Eaters.

"I need you to work in the Ministry of Magic and become a powerful senior official in the Ministry of Magic in the shortest possible time."

The silver-haired boy's slender knuckles stroked Little Barty's thin and sunken cheeks and narrow nose.

"After I become a Death Eater, my hands will definitely be dirty. When the matter is over, I will be accused, but I still need you to save me."

The boy raised the corners of his lips. This was the first smile he showed to Little Barty since the two of them entered the dormitory.

Although it was so faint that it was barely noticeable, little Batty, who was always watching him, was happy in his heart.

"The person most likely to become the next Minister of Magic is your father. Do you think he will let a murderer like me go unpunished?"

The cheek was gently rubbed under the palm, the thin lips kissed the wrist, and the broken hair covered the smooth forehead. At this moment, little Batty looked like a lonely puppy about to part with its owner.

"So, senior, are you going to graduate this year?"

He took out his hand and started to mess up little Barty's soft hair. The messy hairstyle combined with the boy's expression at the moment, against the backdrop of the firelight, had a unique kind of broken beauty.

Such beautiful scenery relieved a lot of the depression in the heart of Wenxiu Lord, who was obsessed with looks.

"I'll take the OWL exam this year, so I still have another year to be with you guys."

Little Barty allowed Wenxiu Lord to rub his hair or pinch his cheeks from time to time.

He stretched out his hand and placed it on the boy's knee, his deep eyes staring at the silver-gray glacier being melted by the fire.

"We've only been together for less than a year, and that's not enough."

The leg muscles under his palm were perfectly toned, and when he wanted to go deeper, he was grabbed by a hand.

Little Barty blinked innocently, "Senior, I need more compensation."