Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"...Control...spirit...soul...emotion..."

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

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

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

Finally, it seemed that he could no longer bear the depression in his heart, and 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 give me strength and power—"

He just gritted his teeth and said 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 can make him feel his presence. "I'm going to ban the book The district collects information to save himself, not for any damn power!"

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

Once he didn't want to admit his cowardice and cowardice, but now he especially cherishes this cowardice.Because he also knew that if he didn't feel fear anymore, then he wouldn't be him anymore.

Yes, that's right, just like when he was in the forbidden book zone that night-that weird self made him feel very creepy now.

In his body, that kind of 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 tugged at 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 to Professor Snape. 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 choice to say or not to say it-although it would be difficult to speak, it would never be like Now it is impossible to tell the truth.

However, that day he was tempted by the influence of that energy, and then chose to avoid the heavyweights and the lighter answer.

After that, Snape specially formulated a more powerful dreamless sleep aid for him, finally allowing him to say goodbye to nightmares and fall asleep normally.

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

Occasionally, he could perceive that his desire for power, power, and the like would be constantly amplified, reaching enough to cover up 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 the crazy memories that would drive him crazy.

That kind of feeling, as if there is another self in his body, 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.But then he realized that at 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?"

Later, he was so desperate because he couldn't speak, he forgot how he left Snape's office.All he knew was that he finally returned to the dormitory in despair, with several bottles of potions newly prepared by Snape in his pocket.

"Hum hum……"

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

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

Having said that, Malfoy abruptly got up 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.

He pushed aside 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 stopped moving 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 with sharp eyes greeted him immediately.

But he didn't pay attention to anyone, but went straight through the common room to the underground corridor of Hogwarts.

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 showed a slight smile, and a roar broke out deep in his heart.

"If you don't understand my situation after seeing this... you don't deserve to be afraid of me for five years!" Although he couldn't make a sound at all at this moment, he was so in his heart. Shouted, "...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 bedroom, but he hadn't waited for him to take a few more steps...

"...If he knew it, would I still have a chance to gain the power to control everything?" Malfoy stopped there with a chuckle, and the muttering from his throat seemed extremely low, "Others are stupid and don't care about me. But if you’re stupid...it’s really hopeless."

After he finished speaking so vaguely, he walked quickly outside the castle gate in the surprised eyes of the little wizards in the hall, and gently picked up the notebook he had thrown away. .

"However, 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, "I would actually help one. Ever offended his family? 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.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I 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.

Perhaps 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.

...

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

"...Seriously, I don't think the clues we need can be found 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 were gathering together, and Hermione was whispering something.

"Then 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 left. It is obviously Maca's handwriting. Besides, he will certainly not miss the clues we can think of easily."

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 the 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, you think Listen to it?"