Chapter 674 Two Malfoys?
...controlling...mind...soul...emotions...
In one of the basement bedrooms of Slytherin House, Malfoy was sitting at his desk, staring at the notebook in front of him. His already pale face was completely devoid of blood, as if it was a new corpse that had just been dug out of the grave by a grave robber.
His lips moved slightly, and the words in his mouth were 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 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 casually.
...What...what am I doing? Malfoy growled in a hoarse voice, and manic anger appeared on his expressionless face before, What spirit? What soul? Controlling Emotions? Damn...this shit gives me power and power—
He was gnashing his teeth in the middle of speaking, suddenly his whole body was shocked, and then he grabbed the notebook like crazy, and threw it far away to the other side of the dormitory.
No, no, no, no... power? Power? I... what am I talking about... Malfoy tugged at his hair, as if only pain could make him feel his own existence, I'm going to ban the book The district collects information to save itself, not for some damn power!
He knew that at this moment, he was trembling non-stop, his hands and feet were icy cold, and a fine layer of goose bumps appeared all over his body. He also knew that this might be due to pain, but it was more due to the fear that came from the bottom of his heart.
He used to be unwilling to admit his cowardice and timidity, but now he cherishes this cowardice very much. Because he also knows that if he is no longer afraid, then he is no longer him.
That's right, just like that night in the restricted area - that weird self made him feel extremely creepy now.
In his body, that kind of latent energy is constantly changing him... Or thinking about it more pessimistically, that kind of energy might simply intend to completely occupy his body and replace it.
But what should he do?
If that day... Malfoy pulled his blond hair, leaned over the table and supported his head with his elbows, and muttered to himself with his head down, 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. He might have the choice to say or not to say that day-although it would definitely be difficult to speak, it would definitely not be like Now it is impossible to tell the truth like this.
However, that day he was tempted by the influence of that energy, and chose to answer evasively.
After that, Snape specially concocted a stronger dreamless sleeping potion for him, which finally allowed him to bid farewell to the nightmares at night and fall asleep normally.
But the good times didn't last long, when he realized that the abnormal energy in his body gradually increased to the point where even he could easily feel it, it was too late.
Occasionally, he can notice that his desire for power and power will continue to magnify, reaching enough to cover up his emotions and even his reason. What was even more frightening was that when that state lasted for a period of time and recovered, he still retained that memory of madness that would almost drive him crazy.
That kind of feeling, as if there is another self in his body, every time he experiences it, he will break out in a cold sweat.
So, at last, during a visit to Snape's office to refill his Nomad Sleep Potion, he wanted to confess to him. But then he realized that the moment he tried to speak, his whole body seemed to be not his own.
He could hear Snape impatiently asking him Why are you standing there in a daze\
,"He wanted to move his jaw and lips with all his strength, but he could only feel that the muscles on his cheeks were as hard as rock and steel, completely losing the ability to relax.
Later, so distraught by his inability to speak, he forgot how he had left Snape's office. All he knew was that in the end he returned to the dormitory 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, snorted inexplicably, and there was a faint coldness in that laughter.
Don't let me say yes? Then I just want to let others know... shame? If the Malfoy family makes any irreparable mistakes because of me, it will be a real shame!
Having said that, Malfoy stood up abruptly from the armchair. The blond hair that he was proud of in the past was disheveled like a chicken coop, but there was a brightness in his eyes that he had never seen before.
I saw him push away the chair behind him, and went straight to the notebook that he threw out just now. When he leaned over to pick it back up, there was an obvious pause almost simultaneously with the struggle on his face.
But in the next second, Malfoy, who had stopped, moved again!
With the notebook in his hand, he opened the bedroom door and walked down the corridor to the Slytherin common room outside. When he got here, he saw many students at a glance, and the sharp-eyed Pan Xi immediately greeted him.
But he ignored anyone, and went directly to the Hogwarts underground corridor outside through the common room.
By the time Malfoy buried his head all the way to the hall on the first floor, there were already blue veins on his forehead, showing that he was enduring great pain or pressure.
Then……
... let's go!
When the notebook in his hand suddenly flew towards the center of the castle gate's foyer, a sinister smile appeared on his face, and a roar broke out deep in his heart.
If you haven't understood my situation after seeing this...you don't deserve to make me afraid for five years! Although he couldn't make a sound at this time, he said so in his heart Shouting, ...damn...McLean...professor.
Perhaps seeing his notebook dropped on the lawn outside with his own eyes, Malfoy's heart suddenly relaxed. Then he turned around resolutely, and wanted to go back to the dormitory directly, but before he could take a few more steps...
...If he finds out, do I still have a chance to gain the power to control everything? Malfoy, who stopped where he was, chuckled suddenly, and the voice from his throat was particularly low, Others are stupid and don't care about me. But if you are also stupid...then there is really no cure.
After he finished speaking so vaguely, under the surprised eyes of several young wizards in the hall, he walked quickly to the gate of the castle, and gently picked up the notebook that he threw out by himself. .
However, there is no need to worry too much...Although McLean is weirdly strong, but his character is as stupid as ordinary people... At this time, Malfoy muttered disdainfully, How could he help a Ever offended his family? It's ridiculous...
The 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 smirk, and then went to retrieve it by himself.
But based on the mentality that more things are worse than less things, basically no one would pay attention to such a strange guy, but private discussions are essential.
Was that Draco Malfoy just now? It seems that I haven't seen him normally this semester... A student said softly to his companion.
Hush—— the other waved his hand immediately, and said in the same low voice, If you keep a grade, you probably won't be much better than him! And... I heard some sixth graders mention that his father He was taken to Azkaban because of...
After Malfoy left the hall, the students started moving again. And there was a small topic between them.
Maybe starting today, there will be one or two more gossips at Hogwarts. As for whether these rumors will flow into the ears of those who care, or even Maca, it is still unknown.
...
Meanwhile, on the other side, in the garden of the castle vestibule.
... To be honest, I don't think the clues we need can be found in the library. Even in the restricted area, there are only some books on black magic with strong research.
In one corner of the garden, Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Luna were gathered together, and Hermione was whispering something.
Then where should we find it? Regarding Voldemort's Horcrux, we don't even have a clue... Harry said with a depressed face.
No, there is still a clue, isn't there? Ron spread his hands, It's just that we didn't find it.
Harry then shook his head.
Isn't it still the same? He said depressedly.
Don't think about that diary anymore, didn't I say it? It's probably in Maca's hands... Hermione said, The stone gate still has traces of frost, obviously Maca's handwriting. Besides, he will definitely not miss the clues that we can easily think of.
While recalling the previous night's action, she urged Harry and the others to think about something else.
That's right, just a few days ago, they went to the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets in order to find clues to the Horcrux. Because of the incident in the second grade, the group of them naturally thought of the diary that was left in the secret room in the past.
It's urgent, I can't solve the problem for us... When everyone was somewhat bored, Luna's clear and erratic voice suddenly rang in their ears, I heard a story from Ms. Gray, what do you think? Do you want to hear it?
