Chapter 675

"... control... Spirit... Soul... Emotion..."

In a basement bedroom of Slytherin college, Malfoy was sitting at his desk, staring at the notebook in front of him. His face, which was already pale, was now bloodless, as if it were a new corpse just dug out of the grave bag by the tomb robber.

His lips moved slightly, and the voice between his teeth was low and blurred.

From the beginning of silent reading to the present deep whisper, coupled with the twisted blood in his 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. "Bang" closed the notebook heavily, and then threw it on the table.

"... what... What am I doing?" Malfoy yelled in a hoarse voice, and a manic anger appeared on his previously expressionless face. "What spirit? What soul? Controlling emotions? Damn... These messy things can bring me strength and power -"

He said half so gnashing his teeth. Suddenly, the whole person was shocked. Then he grabbed the notebook like crazy and threw it far away to the other end of the bedroom.

"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 went to the forbidden area to collect information to save myself, not for some damn power!"

He knew that at the moment he was constantly shaking, his hands and feet were cold, and his whole body was covered with a layer of fine goose bumps. He also knew that this might be because of pain, but more because of the fear from the bottom of his heart.

Once he was unwilling to admit his cowardice and cowardice, but now he cherishes this cowardice. Because he also knew that if he didn't feel fear, he would no longer be him.

Yes, yes, just like when he was in the forbidden area that night - his strange self makes him feel very creepy now.

In his body, the latent energy is constantly changing him... Or more pessimistically, that energy may be intended to completely occupy his body and replace it.

But what should he do?

"If only that day..." Malfoy pulled his blonde hair, leaned over the table, supported his head with his elbows, hung his head and muttered, "if only that day I would tell Professor Snape the truth..."

Yes, on the day when Snape was invited by his mother Narcissa to see him at home, he may have the choice to say or not - although it will be difficult to speak, he will never be so unable to tell the truth as now.

However, that day he was tempted by the influence of that energy and chose to avoid the important and take the light.

After that, Snape specially prepared a more powerful dreamless sleeping agent for him, which finally made him bid farewell to nightmares and sleep normally.

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

Occasionally, he can detect that his desire for power and power will be constantly amplified to cover up his emotions and even his reason. What's more terrible is that when he maintained that state for a period of time and recovered, he still kept the crazy memories that would drive him crazy.

That feeling is like there is another self in his body. Every time he experiences it, he will be shocked into a cold sweat.

So, finally, when he went to Snape's office to replenish dreamless sleeping pills, he wanted to confess to him. But then he found that the moment he tried to speak, he didn't seem to be his own.

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

Later, because he couldn't speak, he felt lost. He even forgot how he left Snape's office. All he knew was that at last he returned to his bedroom in a daze, with a few bottles of potions Snape had prepared for him in his pocket.

"Hum... Hum..."

Suddenly, Malfoy, with his head hanging down, hummed and laughed inexplicably, and there was a faint chill in the laughter.

"Don't let me tell you? Then I want others to know... Shame? If the Malfoy family makes any irreparable mistakes because of me, it will be a real shame!"

With that said, Malfoy sprang up from his armchair. The blonde hair he used to be proud of was as messy as a chicken nest, but his eyes showed a brightness he had never seen before.

He pushed away the chair behind him and went straight to the notebook he had just thrown out. When he bent over and picked it up, an obvious pause appeared almost at the same time as the struggle on his face.

But in the next second, Malfoy moved again!

With the note in his hand, he opened the bedroom door and walked down the corridor to the Slytherin common room outside. Here, he saw many students at a glance, and pansy, with sharp eyes, immediately greeted him.

But he ignored anyone and went straight through the common room to the Hogwarts underground corridor outside.

When Malfoy buried himself all the way to the lobby on the first floor, his forehead was already green, indicating that he was suffering great pain or pressure.

Then

"... go!"

When the notebook in his hand suddenly flew to the center of the hall of the castle door, a cruel smile appeared on his face, and a roar broke out in his heart.

"If you haven't understood my situation after seeing this... You don't deserve to have me afraid for five years!" although he couldn't make a sound at all, he shouted in the bottom of his heart, "... Damn... Professor McLean..."

Perhaps he saw his notebook fall on the lawn outside, and Malfoy was suddenly relieved. Then he turned around decisively and wanted to go straight back to his bedroom, but he didn't wait for him to take a few more steps

"... if he knew, would I still have the chance to gain the power to control everything?" Malfoy, who stopped at the same place, suddenly smiled, and the voice from his throat seemed particularly low. "Others are stupid, no matter what I do, but if I am stupid... There is really no cure."

When he finished so vaguely, in the surprised sight of several little wizards in the hall, he quickly walked to the gate of the castle and gently picked up the notebook thrown out by himself.

"However, don't worry too much... Although McLean is very strong, he is as stupid as ordinary people..." Malfoy muttered disdainfully, "how can he help a family that has offended him? It's ridiculous..."

The students in the hall looked at Malfoy's back and were confused. Of course, they don't understand why Malfoy threw away his notebook with a grimace and then picked it up by himself.

However, in the spirit of more than one thing is better than less, basically no one will pay attention to such a strange guy, but private discussion is essential.

"Was that Draco Malfoy just now? It seems that he hasn't been normal this semester..." a student said gently to his companion.

"Shh -" the other one waved his hand and whispered, "if you stay at the level, it's probably no better than him! And... I heard some sixth graders mention that his father was arrested in Azkaban because..."

After Malfoy left the hall, the students began to move again. And between them, there is also a small topic.

Maybe from today on, Hogwarts will have one or two more gossip. It is still unknown whether these rumors will flow into the ears of those who care and even Maka.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side, in the garden of the castle 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 black magic books with strong research."

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

"Where should we look? We don't even have a clue about Voldemort's Horcrux..." Harry said with a depressed face.

"No, there's still a clue, isn't it?" Ron spread his hands. "We just didn't find it."

Harry shook his head immediately.

"That's not the same?" he said sadly.

"Don't think about that diary. Didn't I say that? It must have been in Maka's hand..." Hermione said. "The stone gate still has traces of ice and frost, which is obviously Maka's pen. Besides, he will not miss the clues we can easily think of."

As she recalled the previous night's action, she urged Harry and them to think about something else.

Yes, just a few days ago, they went to Slytherin's secret room to find clues about Horcruxes. Due to the incident in grade two, their group of parties naturally thought of the diary left in the secret room in the past.

"Eager, unable to solve the problem for us..." when everyone was more or less bored, Luna's clear and floating voice suddenly sounded in their ears, "I heard a story from Ms. gray. Do you want to hear it?"