harry potter book of crimes

"...Control...mind...soul...emotions..."

In an underground dormitory of Slytherin House, Malfoy was sitting at his desk, staring at the notebook in front of him. His already pale face was now even more bloodless, as if

It was a new corpse that had just been dug out of the grave by grave robbers.

His lips moved slightly, and the words he spoke were low and unclear.

From the silent reading at the beginning to the deep whisper now, coupled with the twisted bloodshot eyes, Malfoy's will has obviously fallen into an unstable state.

Finally, it seemed that he could no longer bear the depression in his heart, so he closed the notebook with a bang and threw it on the table.

"...What...What am I doing?" Malfoy roared in a hoarse voice, and manic anger appeared on his previously expressionless face, "What spirit? What soul? Control?"

Emotions? Damn it...these messy things can bring me strength and power——"

Halfway through gritting his teeth, he was suddenly shaken, and then he grabbed the notebook like crazy and threw it far away to the other end of the dormitory.

"No, no, no, no...power? power? I...what am I talking about..." Malfoy pulled his hair hard, as if only pain could make him feel his existence, "I'm going*

The purpose of collecting information in the *zone is to save ourselves, not for some damn power!"

He knew that he was shaking non-stop at this moment, his hands and feet were cold, and there was a layer of fine goosebumps all over his body. He also knew that this might be because of pain, but more importantly

Because of the fear that comes from the bottom of my heart.

In the past, he was unwilling to admit his cowardice and cowardice, but now he cherishes this cowardice very much. Because he also knows that if he no longer feels fear, then he will no longer be him.

Yes, that's right, just like that night in the ** area - that weird self made him feel extremely creepy now.

In his body, the latent energy is constantly changing him...or to think more pessimistically, that energy may simply intend to completely occupy his body and then replace it.

But, what should he do?

"If that day..." Malfoy pulled his blond hair, leaned over the table and supported his head with his elbows, lowered his head and murmured to himself, "If that day, I would tell Professor Snape the truth.

Just listen..."

Yes, it was the day when Snape was invited by his mother Narcissa to see him at home. On that day, he might still have the freedom to choose whether to speak or not. Although it would definitely be difficult to speak, it would never be like that.

It's impossible to tell the truth now.

However, that day he was seduced by the influence of that energy, and chose to answer the question in an evasive manner.

After that, Snape specially prepared a more powerful dreamless sleeping potion for him, which finally allowed him to say goodbye to nightmares at night and be able to sleep normally.

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

Occasionally, he can realize that his desire for strength, power, etc. will continue to amplify to the point where it can cover up his emotions and even reason. What is even more frightening is that when that state has been maintained for a period of time and recovered, he

But he still retains those memories of lust that would drive him crazy.

That feeling was as if there was another self inside him, and every time he experienced it, he would break out in a cold sweat.

So, when he finally went to Snape's office to replenish the Dreamless Sleeping Potion, he wanted to confess to him. But then he realized that the moment he tried to speak, he seemed to be someone other than himself.

Yes.

He could hear Snape asking him impatiently, "Why are you standing there in a daze?" He tried to pull his jaw and lips and tongue, but he could only feel that the muscles on his cheeks were as hard as rock and steel, and they were completely lost.

The ability to relax.

Later, he felt so lost because he could not speak that he even forgot how he left Snape's office. He only knew that he finally returned to the dormitory in a state of despair, with several newly prepared items by Snape in his pocket.

Bottle of magic potion.

"Hum hum……"

Suddenly, Malfoy, who was hanging his head, laughed inexplicably, and there was a vague coldness in his laughter.

"You won't let me say yes? Then I have to let others know... it's embarrassing? If the Malfoy family makes any irreparable mistakes again because of me, that would be the real shame!"

After saying this, Malfoy suddenly stood up from the armchair. The blond hair that he was proud of in the past was as messy as a chicken coop, but his eyes revealed a look that he had never seen before.

's bright.

He pushed the chair behind him and walked straight towards the notebook he had just thrown out. When he leaned over to pick it back up, an obvious pause appeared almost simultaneously with the struggle on his face.

.

But in the next second, the paused Malfoy moved again!

Holding the notebook in his hand, he opened the dormitory door and walked along the corridor to the Slytherin common room outside. When he got here, he saw many students at a glance, and the sharp-eyed Pansy immediately slapped him.

call.

But he ignored anyone and walked directly through the common room to the Hogwarts underground corridor outside.

By the time Malfoy burrowed his head all the way to the foyer on the first floor, veins were already visible on his forehead, indicating that he was suffering from great pain or pressure.

Then……

"...Go!"

When the notebook in his hand suddenly flew towards the center of the castle door's foyer, a grin appeared on his face, and a roar broke out deep in his heart.

"If you haven't understood my situation after seeing this... you don't deserve to have me feared for five whole years!" Although he couldn't make a sound at this time, he felt like this in his heart.

Shouting, "...Damn...McLean...Professor."

Perhaps because he saw his notebook dropped on the lawn outside, Malfoy suddenly felt relieved. Then he turned around decisively and wanted to go back to the dormitory, but before he could take a few more steps...

…

"...If he finds out, will I still have the chance to gain the power to control everything?" Malfoy, who stopped in place, suddenly chuckled, and the self-talk coming from his throat seemed particularly low, "Others are stupid and don't care about me.

But if you are also stupid...then there is really no cure."

After he finished speaking so vaguely, under the surprised gazes of several young wizards in the hall, he quickly walked out of the castle door and gently picked up the notebook he had thrown out.

.

"However, there is no need to worry too much... Although MacLean is strangely strong, his character is as stupid as ordinary people..." At this time, Malfoy muttered disdainfully, "He would actually help someone.

Ever offended his family? It’s simply ridiculous..."

The students in the hall looked at Malfoy's leaving figure, obviously confused. Of course they didn't understand why Malfoy threw away his notebook with a grin, and then went to pick it up again.

However, based on the mentality that more things are worse than less things, basically no one will pay attention to such a strange guy, but private discussions are indispensable.

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

"Shh-" The other one immediately waved his hand and said in a low voice, "If you fail a grade, you're probably not much better than him! And... I heard some sixth graders mention that his dad

He was taken to Azkaban because..."

After Malfoy left the foyer, the students began to move again. And there was a small topic among them.

Perhaps starting from today, there will be one or two more rumors about Hogwarts. As for whether these rumors will reach the ears of interested people, even Maka, that is still unknown.

…

At the same time, on the other side, in the garden of the castle's forecourt.

"...To be honest, I don't think we can find the clues we need in the library. Even in the ** area, there are only some black magic books that are more research-intensive."

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

"Then where should we look? We don't even have a clue about Voldemort's Horcruxes..." Harry said with a depressed look on his face.

"No, there are still clues, aren't there?" Ron spread his hands, "It's just that we didn't find it."

Harry shook his head immediately.

"Isn't it still the same?" he said gloomily.

"Stop thinking about that diary, didn't I say that? It's probably already in Maka's hands..." Hermione said, "The stone door still has traces of frost to this day. It's obviously

Maka’s handiwork. Besides, he will definitely not miss the clues that we can easily think of."

While recalling the previous night's action, she urged Harry and the others to think of something else.

That's right, just a few days ago, they went to the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets in order to find clues about the Horcruxes. Due to the incident in the second grade, the group of people involved naturally thought about the secret room that was left in the past.

diary in.

"Eager and unable to solve the problem for us..." When everyone was somewhat bored, Luna's clear and erratic voice suddenly rang in their ears, "I heard a story from Ms. Gray, what do you think?

Do you want to listen to it?"