Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 642: Different nightmare

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"No, damn, no...I can't do that! You...who are you? Why...why, why, why? Why are you pestering me..."

One day late at night, a vague muttering and dreaming sounded again on a delicate silver-green single bed. Although it was far from dawn, the room was almost as bright as Daylight.

"...Stay away from me...No, don't get close to me...What are you..."

The layout of this room can be said to be orderly.

Although expensive furniture and furnishings can be seen everywhere in the details, if someone comes here for the first time, the first thing that person feels is not expensive, but everything that should be ordered It is neatly organized. The sets of books on the bookshelves are arranged closely together, the collections in the showcase are separated by the same distance from each other, and there is no dust in each corner.

"...Don't come here again...No...Don't come here again..."

This is a very old manor, but the people who live here still treat this ancestral home handed down by the ancestors carefully, and uphold almost strict living habits. This sense of honor derived from the surname made this family never dared to underestimate the noble tradition left by the ancestors, even if most wizards had long thought that it was just a bad habit.

"...Let me go!"

Suddenly, at the moment when the fire dragon model of the Hungarian hornet on the desk raised its head and sprayed out a flaming dragon breath, a loud shout sounded from under the covers, and then the person on the bed violently Sat up.

This is a handsome big boy. His short blonde hair, which was once meticulously combed, has been ravaged by the pillow like wheat stalks in a chicken coop, and the bangs on his forehead are even stuck with sweat. Stuck into several strands. If this embarrassing look is placed in the past, it is absolutely unbearable for him.

"Hoo...Hoo..."

He kept breathing heavily, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and drew his messy hair behind his head. This was purely unconscious behavior, because I always had this hairstyle when I was young, and although I no longer like to do that, the habit I developed since childhood has finally been carved into my bones.

"...Damn it!"

After calming his heavy breathing, he clenched his fists with both hands, hammered heavily on the mattress beside him, and made a muffled sound.

"My dear, are you having a nightmare again? Are you okay?" Along with the sound of footsteps in the corridor, a female voice suddenly came from outside the door, "Can I come in? Baby?"

"No, no...I'm fine, mother!" He immediately replied loudly when he heard it.

"Really, really okay? Oh—" The outside voice was obviously hesitant to the extreme. It was a feeling of worrying about the child but not wanting to upset the child, "Well... if you need, Mom has always been there."

"I see."

I don't know when it started... Well, maybe it was after the father brought his mother back last time? As soon as he saw his mother coming home, he immediately rushed forward, but in a blink of an eye he passed out on the spot. According to the family therapist, it was a temporary coma caused by excessive mental fluctuations caused by his excitement.

In fact, it looks like this on the surface, because it didn't take long before he woke up on his own.

But since that day, he started to have nightmares. In the beginning, it was only done once every other time. Although the dreams were surprisingly similar, he didn't care too much.

However, nightmares soon began to become frequent, from once every five or six days to now almost every night, the situation has become serious.

Of course, the therapist must have seen it, and there is more than one. Not to mention the exclusive therapist hired by the family, even the most famous St. Mungo therapist in the British magic circle has specially invited the home for a visit, but almost nothing was found.

The reason why it is said to be "almost" is because although the expert failed to diagnose the specific problem, the general direction of the frequent nightmares was basically determined by him on the "soul".

Unfortunately, a diagnosis failure is a diagnosis failure, and the problem has not been resolved.

But the only thing is that he never told anyone all the time. This includes his parents and all the therapists who have consulted him.

Actually, it's not that he can't say it, but that he doesn't know whether to say it or not. Yes, as far as the status quo is concerned, this terrible nightmare has even affected his rest. Inadequate sleep makes him more and more tired every day, and his mental state is even worse.

But he just... really didn't want this **** nightmare to leave him. While fearing and disgusting in his heart, his heart is shaken...because he can clearly feel that a force is constantly growing, growing, fermenting, and spreading in his body...

This is a temptation mixed with pain, which makes it difficult for him to cut it off.

"But...but..." He raised his hand and placed it in front of his eyes, looking at the pitch black that flashed between his fingers, and whispered to himself, "Why do I have to do those stupid things? Didn’t it prove it last time? The truth is, even Weasley is not a fool... want me to kill McLean? I haven’t been scared by that boring nightmare yet!"

If I have to say, there is a cloud of black like ink in those very similar dreams, and the black is coming to him again and again, and then it keeps pestering him and tearing him. , Gnawing him...Although there is no pain in the dream, the return of the realistic dream makes him tremble.

The feeling of being swallowed up by the unknown darkness is so real! too frightening!

Even if he refused to admit his lack of courage since he was a child, the fact that he was not brave enough is undeniable under the current experience.

"Although I don't know what it is, since it has encouraged me to try to kill McLean time and time again, doesn't it mean indirectly... McLean is probably its natural enemy? "

He thought about it, and kept thinking about it. This idea had actually been in his mind many times. Yes, if he is determined to remove this nightmare from his life, then looking for Maca should be the most correct choice.

Even if he guessed wrong, McLean is not a natural enemy of "it", but McLean's strength can still become the most powerful wizard he can ask for.

But every time I think of this, I just...

He raised the palm of his right hand again, and controlled the blackness to swirl silently between his palms. This full sense of power and control really made him obsessed.

While slightly stunned, the corner of his eye passed over the desk next to the bed, and he accidentally caught a glimpse of the fire dragon model placed on the table that could only move freely in place. He blinked, and a hint of gray appeared on his delicate and pale face, which was the shadow of the light when he lowered his head slightly.

After some hesitation, he waved away the black shadow from his palm, and stretched his hand to the palm-sized fire dragon. The little guy turned his head and looked at his white palm, then gently flapped the dragon's wings into his hand.

This is a birthday gift given to him by his father in the past. It is a souvenir from the Romanian Dragon Farm. Because this is a gadget made purely by oneself, there are not many in number, and the delicate and vivid body shows its good value.

In his hands, the fire-dragon model is still as vivid as it was when he first arrived, and hasn't changed at all; the person who could be given to him is still lying on the bed now, with a tired face healing his wounds.

It was the time when my father went out to search for his mother. It seemed to be somewhere in Germany. When the father finally found the missing mother, he was accidentally injured by the mother who was hit by the Imperius Curse.

The moment the father fell to the ground with the curse, the mother broke free from the shackles of the Imperius curse and woke up, but the serious injury has become a reality.

As for who the Imperius Curse came from, everyone knows a little bit about it, but they never put it on their lips. Needless to say, if it weren't put by Voldemort who lived in the house back then, it must be the mad woman Bellatrix who lived with him.

"Father, you said...what should I do...how should I choose?"

He couldn't say this in front of his father, but instead spoke to a model on the bed. It can be seen that his dependence on his father is still as strong as in his childhood, but the growth triggered by the family's disintegration at one time made him reluctant to worry about his father who was seriously injured.

He knew that he was not a brave person~IndoMTL.com~ and the father he admired since childhood was actually not the same.

After holding the fire dragon model in his hand and playing with it absently for a while, he put it back on the table. The curtains in front of the table were closed tightly, and no light from outside could penetrate, which made him wonder whether the sky outside had been quietly lit up.

If you look at the time displayed on the dial, it will probably take two or three hours before dawn, right?

"Ah--"

He let himself fall heavily on the bed again, and in the endless entanglement, the exhaustion of lack of sleep once again pulled him into a misty dreamland. As for whether he would still be trapped in a nightmare as before, he has no more energy to worry about, because his mental fatigue has reached the limit.

The terrible dream will of course continue, and will accompany him until the dust of his final choice settles.

On the bedside table next to the pillow, a potions lesson notebook with a green background and silver rim was lying there, and a small signature-Draco Malfoy was written in silver ink on the bottom of the cover.