Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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

One day late at night, vague murmurs and dreams sounded again on a delicate silver and green single bed. Although it was far from dawn at this time, the room was almost as bright as day.

"...Stay away from me...no, don't come near 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 the extravagance, but everything that should be ordered. Clearly organized.The sets of books on the bookshelves are arranged tightly, 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 makes this family never dare to underestimate the noble tradition left by the ancestors, even if most wizards have long thought that it is just a bad habit.

"……let me go!"

Suddenly, at the moment when the fire dragon model of the Hungarian tree bee on the desk raised its head and sprayed out a flaming dragon breath, a loud shout came from under the covers, and then the person on the bed suddenly sat up. .

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

"Huh...huh..."

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. Although I no longer like to do that, the habit I developed since I was a child is finally carved into my bones.

"……hateful!"

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

"Dear,Are you having a nightmare again?All right?"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 it, mom will always I'm here."

"I know."

I don't know when it started... Well, maybe it was after the father brought his mother back last time?When 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 began to have nightmares.In the beginning, it was only done once every other time. Although the dreams were surprisingly similar, he still 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 magical world 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".

It's a pity that a diagnosis failure is a diagnosis failure, and the problem is not solved.

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

In fact, it's not that he can't say it, but he doesn't know whether to say it or not.Yes, as far as the situation 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 damn nightmare to leave him.While fear and disgust were in his heart, his heart was shaken...because he could clearly feel that there was a force that was constantly growing, growing, fermenting, and spreading in his body...

This is a temptation mixed with pain, making 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 darkness that flashed between his fingers, and whispered to himself, "Why do I have to do those stupid things? Hasn't it been proved 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!"

If I have to say something, a cloud of black like ink appeared in those very similar dreams, and the cloud of black came to him again and again, and then kept pestering him, tearing him, and gnawing. To him... Although there was no pain in the dream, the return of the realistic dream made him tremble.

The feeling of being swallowed up by the unknown darkness is really too real!too terrifying!

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 that... McLean is probably its natural enemy?"

He was thinking about it, and he 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 was not a natural enemy of "it", but McLean was still capable of becoming the most powerful wizard he could ask for.

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

He raised the palm of his right hand again, and controlled the black color to spiral around silently in his palm. This kind of full sense of power and control really made him obsessed.

While slightly stunned, the light from the corner of his eye passed on the desk next to the bed, and he accidentally caught a glimpse of the fire dragon model placed on the desk 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 a little hesitation, he waved away the black shadow in his palm and stretched out 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 and threw it into his hand.

This is a birthday present 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 posture shows its good value.

In his hands, the fire dragon model still showed the same air as it was when he first got it, with no change at all; the person who could be given to him is still lying on the bed, with a tired face and his wounds.

It was the time when my father went out to search for his mother, which 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 under 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 knew a little 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.This shows that his dependence on his father is still as strong as he did in his childhood, but the growth triggered by the family's disintegration at one time made him unwilling to worry about his seriously injured father.

He knew he was not a brave man, 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.

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

"what--"

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 be stuck in the 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 settles in his final choice.

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.