Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 674: Two Malfoys?

"...control...spirit...soul...emotions..."

In an underground bedroom of Slytherin College, Malfoy was sitting at his desk, staring at the notebook in front of him. His pale face was now completely bloodless, as if it were a new corpse that had just been dug out from a grave bag by a tomb raider.

His lips moved slightly, and the voice between his mouth was low and indistinct.

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

Finally, as if he could no longer bear the depression in his heart, he closed the notebook heavily with a "bang", and then threw it on the table.

"...What...what am I doing?" Malfoy snarled in a hoarse voice, and a manic anger appeared on his expressionless face. "What spirit? What? Soul? Control emotions? Damn... these messy things can bring me strength and power—"

He gritted his teeth halfway through, and suddenly the whole person was shocked. Then he grabbed the notebook like crazy and threw it to the other side of the bedroom.

"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 presence." I went to the forbidden book area to collect information to save myself, not for any **** power!"

He knew that he was trembling constantly at this moment, his hands and feet were cold and cold, and his whole body was covered with 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.

He once didn't want to admit his cowardice and cowardice, but now he cherishes this cowardice very much. Because he also knows that if he doesn't feel fear anymore, then he is no longer him.

Yes, that's right, just like when he was in the restricted book zone that night—that strange self, he felt terribly creepy now.

In his body, the lurking energy is constantly changing him... or to be more pessimistic, 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 to support his head with his elbows, hung his head and muttered to himself, "If that day, I will tell the truth. Just listen to Professor Nep..."

Yes, it was the day when Snape was invited by his mother Narcissa to see him at home. On that day, he might have the choice to say or not to say it-although it would be difficult to speak, it was definitely It will not be impossible to tell the truth like it is now.

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

After that, Snape specially formulated a more powerful dreamless sleep aid for him, finally letting him bid farewell to nightmares at night and fall asleep normally.

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

Occasionally, he can perceive that his desires for power, power, etc. will be constantly amplified, reaching enough to cover his emotions and even reason. What's even more frightening is that when that state has been maintained for a period of time and recovered, he still retains that crazy memory that will drive him crazy.

That kind of feeling, it's as if there is another self in his body, and every time he experiences it, he will startle in a cold sweat.

So, finally, when he went to Snape's office to replenish Dreamless Sleeper once, he wanted to confess to it. But then he realized that the moment he tried to speak, he didn't seem to be his own.

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

Later, he felt disheartened because he couldn't speak, and he forgot how he left Snape's office. All he knew was that he finally returned to the dormitory in despair, with a few bottles of potions newly prepared for him by Snape in his pocket.

"Huh...huh..."

Suddenly, Malfoy, with his head down, hummed inexplicably, and there was a coldness in the laughter.

"Don't let me say it? Then I just want to let others know... ashamed? If the Malfoy family makes some irreversible mistakes because of me, it will be a real shame!"

After that, Malfoy stood up abruptly from the chair. The blond hair he was proud of in the past was messed up like a chicken coop, but his eyes revealed a brightness that had never been seen before.

I saw him push away the chair behind him and walked straight to the notebook he had just thrown out. When he leaned over to retrieve it back into his hand, a noticeable pause appeared almost simultaneously with the struggle on his face.

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

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

But he ignored anyone, and went straight to the Hogwarts Underground Promenade outside through the common room.

When Malfoy immersed himself in the entrance hall on the first floor, the veins on his forehead were already exposed, indicating that he was suffering from great pain or pressure.

Then...

"...Go!"

When the notebook in his hand flew to the center of the castle gate, his face was a smirk, and a roar broke out deep in his heart.

"If you don’t understand my situation after seeing this...you don’t deserve to scare me for five years!" Although he couldn’t make a sound at all at this moment, he was still in his heart. Yelled like this, "...damn...McLean...Professor."

Perhaps seeing his notebook fall on the lawn outside with his own eyes, Malfoy felt relieved. Then he turned around decisively, and wanted to return directly to the dormitory, but he hadn't waited for him to take a few more steps...

"...If he knows, will I still have the power to control everything?" Malfoy stopped there with a chuckle, and the self-talk from his throat seemed extremely low, "Others Stupidity doesn't care about my business, but if you are stupid... then there is really no cure."

After he finished speaking so vaguely, he walked quickly outside the castle door in the surprised sight of a few little wizards in the hall, and gently picked up the book he had lost. Out of the notebook.

"But, don’t worry too much...Although McLean is strangely strong, but his character is as stupid as an ordinary person..." Malfoy at this time muttered disdainfully, "Unexpectedly Will help a family that has offended him? It's ridiculous..."

The few students in the hall looked at Malfoy's leaving back, obviously confused. Of course they didn't understand why Malfoy would throw away his notebook with a grinning grin, and then pick it up by himself.

However, with the mentality that more is worse than less, no one will pay attention to such a strange guy, but private discussion is essential.

"Is that Draco Malfoy just now? I haven't seen him normal this semester..." a student said softly to his companion.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh). 'S father was taken to Azkaban because of..."

After Malfoy left the hall, the students began to move again. And between them, there was also a little topic~IndoMTL.com~ Maybe from today, Hogwarts will have one or two more rumors. As for whether these rumors will flow into the ears of the caring people or even Maca, it is still unclear.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side, in the garden of the forecourt of the castle.

"...seriously, I think there is no clue we need in the library. Even in the forbidden book area, there are only some relatively research-intensive dark magic books."

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

"Where should we find it? We don't even have a clue about Voldemort's Horcrux..." Harry said with a gloomy expression.

"No, there is still a clue, isn't it?" 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 depressedly.

"Stop thinking about that diary. Didn't I say it? It's probably in Maca's hands..." Hermione said, "The stone gate still has traces of frost. , Is obviously Maca’s handwriting. Besides, he will certainly not miss the clues that we can easily think of."

As she recalled the action in the previous night, she urged Harry and the others to think about something else.

Yes, just a few days ago, they went to the Slytherin Chamber in search of clues to the Horcrux. Because of the incident in the second grade, their group of parties naturally thought of the diary that was left in that secret room in the past.

"Anxious, unable to solve the problem for us..." When everyone was somewhat annoyed, Luna's clear and erratic voice suddenly rang in their ears, "I heard a story from Ms. Gray , Do you want to hear it?"