Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"... control ... spirit ... soul ... emotion ..."

In one of the underground bedrooms of Slytherin College, Malfoy was sitting at his desk, staring at the notebook in front of him. His pale face was completely scarlet now, as if it was a new corpse cut out of the grave by the tomb robber.

His lips twitched slightly, and the words between his teeth were low and blurry.

From the silent reading at the beginning, to the deep whisper of the present, and the twisted bloodshot in his eyes, Malfoy's will obviously has fallen into a less stable state.

Finally, it seemed that he couldn't bear the depression anymore, and he closed the notebook with a bang, then threw it on the table.

"... what ... what am I doing?" Malfoy growled in a hoarse voice, and a manic anger emerged from his expressionless face. "What spirit? What soul? Control Emotion? Damn ... these messy things can give me strength and power-- "

He just half-gritted his teeth and said half of it. Suddenly, the whole person was shocked, and then grabbed the notebook like crazy, and threw it far away to the other side of the bedroom.

"No, no, no, no ... power? Right? I ... what am I talking about ..." Malfoy tugged at his hair as if only pain could make him feel his existence, "I am going to ban books District collects information to save itself, not for **** power! "

He knew that at this moment he was trembling constantly, his hands and feet were cold and icy, and there was a fine layer of goosebumps all over his body. He also knew that it might be because of pain, but more because of the fear that came from the bottom of his heart.

Once he was reluctant to admit his cowardice and timidity, but now he cherishes this timid especially. Because he also knew that if he was no longer afraid, he would no longer be him.

Yes, just like when he was in the forbidden area that night-that weird self made him feel very creepy now.

In him, the lurking energy is constantly changing him ... or to be more pessimistic, that energy may simply be intended to completely occupy his body and then replace it.

But what should he do?

"On that day ..." Malfoy yanked his blond hair, leaned over the table to support his head with his elbows, and mumbled to his head, "On that day, I will tell the truth to Professor Snape Just listen ... "

Yes, the day Snape was invited by his mother Narcissa to go to see him at the home. On that day, he may still have the choice to say or not to say—although it will certainly be difficult to speak, but it will never be like Now it is impossible to tell the truth.

However, that day he was seduced by the impact of that energy, and then chose to answer the question by avoiding the heavy and the light.

After that, Snape specially prepared a more powerful sleepless sleeper for him, and finally let him say goodbye to the nightmares of the night and fell asleep normally.

But the good times didn't last long. When he noticed that the abnormal energy in his body gradually increased to a level that even he could easily feel, everything was too late.

Occasionally he can perceive that his desire for strength, power, etc. will be constantly enlarged, reaching enough to cover his emotions and even his reason. What's more terrible is that when that state has been maintained for a while and restored, he still has the crazed memories that will drive him crazy.

That feeling was like there was another person in his body, and every time he went through it, he would startle him with cold sweat.

So, when he finally went to Snape's office to replenish the sleepless doze, he wanted to confess it. But then he realized that the moment he tried to speak, it seemed that he was not his own.

He could hear Snape impatiently asking him why he stood there in a daze. He tried to pull his jaw and his lips, but he could only feel that the muscles on his cheeks were as hard as rock and steel and completely lost. Ability to relax.

Later, he was disheartened because he couldn't speak, and even forgot how he left Snape's office. All he knew was that he finally returned to his bedroom in a desperate state, and had some new potions of Snape prepared for him in his pocket.

"Hum hum……"

Suddenly, Malfoy hummed inexplicably, and there was a kind of coldness in the laughter.

"Don't let me say yes? Then I want to let others know ... shame? If the Malfoy family makes any irreparable mistake for my sake, that's really shame!"

With that said, Malfoy suddenly got up from the chair. The blond hair he was proud of in the past was messy like a henhouse, but his eyes revealed a brightness never before seen.

I saw him push the chair behind him and walked straight to the notebook that he had just thrown out. When he leaned over and picked it back into his hands, a noticeable pause came at about the same time as the struggle on his face.

But in the next second, Malfoy paused again!

Holding the note in his hand, he opened the bedroom door and walked down the corridor to the Slytherin common room outside. When he got here, he saw many students at a glance, and Panxi, who was sharp-eyed, greeted him immediately.

But he ignored anyone, and instead walked through the common room to the Hogwarts underground promenade outside.

By the time Malfoy had buried himself in the foyer on the first floor, his forehead was already bared, showing that he was suffering great pain or pressure.

then……

"... Go on!"

When the notebook in his hand suddenly flew towards the center of the entrance of the castle door, there was a smirk on his face, and a roar erupted deep inside.

"If you haven't understood my condition after seeing this ... you're not worthy to make me afraid for five full years!" Although he couldn't make a sound in his mouth at this time, he was like this in his heart. Shouted, "... **** ... McLean ... Professor."

Perhaps he saw his notebook on the lawn outside, and Malfoy let his heart loose. Then he turned decisively and wanted to return directly to the bedroom, but he hadn't waited for him to take a few more steps ...

"... If he knew it, would I still have the chance to gain control of everything?" Malfoy, who was standing still, chuckled suddenly, his voice from his throat seemed extremely low, "Other people are stupid and ignore me If you're stupid ... then there is really no cure. "

After he finished speaking so vaguely, in the surprised sight of a few wizards in the hall, he quickly walked out of the castle door and gently picked up the notebook that he had thrown out. .

"However, you don't have to worry too much ... Although McLean is strangely strong, he is just as stupid as ordinary people ..." Malfoy murmured disdainfully at this time, "It will help one Ever offended his family? It's funny ... "

The students in the hall looked at the back of Malfoy's departure, and they were confused. They certainly didn't understand why Malfoy chuckled and threw away his laptop, and then picked it up by himself.

However, in the mind that one thing is not as good as one thing, basically no one will care about such a strange guy, but private discussion is essential.

"Is that Draco Malfoy just now? It seems like I haven't seen him this semester ..." A student said softly to his companion.

"Shh-" Another waved his hand suddenly, the same whispered, "If you stay in the grade, it is probably better than him! And ... I have heard some sixth-grade mentions, his father He was arrested for Azkaban because ... "

After Malfoy left the hall, the students began to move again. And there was a little topic between them ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Maybe from today, Hogwarts will have one or two more rumors. It is still unknown whether these rumors will flow into the ears of interested people or even Maca.

...

Meanwhile, on the other side, in the garden of the castle's vestibule.

"... Seriously, I don't think we can find the clues we need in the library. Even in the forbidden area, there are only some more research-oriented black magic books."

In one corner of the garden, Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Luna were together, and Hermione was whispering something.

"Then where should we look for? We don't even have a clue about Voldemort's Horcrux ..." Harry said with a grimace.

"No, I still have a clue, don't I?" Ron spread his hands. "It's just that we didn't find it."

Harry shook his head immediately.

"Isn't that the same?" He said, depressed.

"Don't think about that diary again, did I say that? It's already in Maca's hands ..." Hermione said, "The stone gate still has traces of frost, obviously. Maca's handwriting. Besides, we can easily think of clues, and he will certainly not miss them. "

She urged Harry to think about something else as she recalled the action from the previous night.

That's right, just a few days ago, they went to the Slytherin Chamber in search of clues to the Horcrux. As a result of the sophomore incident, the group of them naturally thought of the diary that had been left in the back room.

"Anxious, we can't solve the problem for us ..." When everyone was a little upset, Luna's clear and erratic voice suddenly rang in their ears. "I heard a story with Ms. Gray, you think Listen? "