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

Late one night, a muffled murmur sounded again on a delicate single bed of silver and green, and though it was far from dawn at this time, the room was almost as bright as day.

“…… Get away from me...... No, don't come near me...... What are you......"

The room is well arranged.

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 extravagant, but everything that should be organized in order. The books on the shelves are arranged in a tight row, the collections in the display cases are separated from each other at the same distance, and there is not a speck of dust in every corner.

“…… Don't come back again...... No...... Don't come back ......."

This is a fairly old manor, but the people who live here are still cautious about this ancestral home, which has been handed down from their ancestors, and adhere to almost strict living habits. This sense of honor stemming from the family name has made the family never dare to despise the noble traditions left by their ancestors, even if most wizards have long considered it to be a bad custom.

“…… Let me go! ”

Suddenly, at the moment when the dragon model of the Hungarian tree wasp on the desk raised its head and spewed out a cloud of flame dragon breath, a shout rang out from the bed, and the person on the bed sat up sharply.

This is a handsome big boy, his short blonde hair, which was originally meticulously combed, has been ravaged by pillows like wheat straw in a chicken coop, and the bangs on his forehead are even glued into a few locks of sweat oozing from his forehead. If this embarrassment is placed in the past, it is absolutely unbearable for him.

"Whew...... Whew......"

He gasped for breath and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, pulling his messy hair back to the back of his head. This is purely unconscious behavior, because I have always had this hairstyle when I was a child, and although I don't like to do it anymore, the habits I have developed since childhood have finally been engraved into my bones.

“…… Damn it! ”

After calming his heavy breathing, he clenched his fists with both hands and slammed it heavily on the mattress at his side, making a muffled "bang" sound.

"Honey, are you having another nightmare? You okay? With the sound of footsteps in the hallway, a female voice suddenly came from outside the door, "Can I come in?" Baby? ”

"No, no...... I'm fine, Mother! When he heard this, he immediately replied in a loud voice.

"Is it really, really? Oh-" The voice outside was clearly hesitant to the extreme, a feeling of worrying about the child and not wanting to upset the child, "Okay...... Mom is always there if you need it. ”

"I see."

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

In fact, on the surface, this is indeed the case, because it didn't take long for him to wake up on his own.

But since that day, he has been having nightmares. At first, he only did it once in a while, and although the dreams were surprisingly similar, he didn't pay much attention to it.

Soon, however, the nightmares began to become more frequent, from once every five or six days to almost every night, and the situation became 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's therapist in the British wizarding world has specially invited him to visit his home, but he has hardly found anything.

The reason why I say "almost" is because although the expert failed to diagnose the specific problem, the general direction of the cause of the frequent nightmares was basically set on the "soul".

Unfortunately, a diagnosis failure is a diagnosis failure, and the problem is not solved.

But the only thing he didn't tell anyone was from the end of the day. This included his parents, as well as all the therapists who had seen 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 current situation is concerned, this terrible nightmare has even affected his rest, and the inadequate sleep has made him more and more tired every day, and his mental state is even worse.

But he ...... I'm really reluctant to let this damn nightmare go away from me. While he was in fear and disgust, his heart was shaken...... Because he can clearly feel that there is a force that is constantly growing, growing, fermenting, and spreading in his body......

It was a temptation mixed with pain, and it was difficult for him to cut it off.

"But...... But......" he raised his hand to his eyes, looked at the darkness that flashed between his fingers, and whispered to himself, "why do you have to ask me to do those stupid things? Didn't you prove it all last time? The truth is, even Weasleys weren't stupid...... Do you want me to kill McLean? I haven't been mad by that boring nightmare! ”

If I have to say, a cloud of inky black appeared in the extremely similar dreams, and the black came to him again and again, and then constantly entangled him, tore him, and gnawed at him...... Although there was no pain in the dream, the vivid dream made him tremble when he returned.

The feeling of being swallowed up by the darkness of the unknown is so real! It's horrible!

Even if he refused to admit that he was not bold since he was a child, but under the current encounter, the fact that he was not brave enough is undeniable.

"I don't know what it is, but since it's been urging me over and over again to try to kill McLean, doesn't that indirectly mean it...... Is it likely that McLean is its natural enemy? ”

He thought about it and kept thinking about it, and this thought had actually been spinning in his mind for an unknown number of times. Yes, if he was determined to get this nightmare out of his life, going to Maca would be the right thing to do.

Even if he guessed wrong, McLean was not "it's" natural enemy, but McLean's strength could still be the most powerful wizard he could ask for.

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

He raised the palm of his right hand again, controlling the black simmer silently swirling between his palms, this full sense of power and control, he was really obsessed.

Slightly stunned, the corner of his eye swept over the desk next to the bed, and he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the model of the fire dragon that could only move freely in place on the table. He blinked, and a hint of gray appeared on his delicate, pale face, a shadow caused by the light as 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 fire dragon, which was only the size of a palm. The little one turned his head to look at his white palm, then gently flapped the dragon wings and pounced on his hand.

It was a birthday present from his father in the past, a souvenir bought from a dragon farm in Romania. Because this is a purely personal gadget, there are not many of them, and the delicate and vivid posture shows its good value.

In his hands, the fire dragon model is still as vibrant as when it first arrived, and it has not changed at all; But the man who gave it to him was still lying in bed, tired and recuperating from his wounds.

It was the time when the father went out to find his mother's whereabouts, and it seemed to be somewhere in Germany. When the father finally finds his missing mother, he is accidentally injured by his mother, who has been cursed by the Imperius curse.

At the moment when his father fell to the ground, his mother broke free from the Imperius curse and came to her senses, but the serious injury had already become a reality.

As for who the Imperius curse came from, everyone has some number in their hearts, but they never say it on their lips. Needless to say, if it hadn't been for Voldemort, who lived at home, it would have been the mad woman Bellatrix who lived with him.

"Father, you say...... What the hell should I do...... How exactly should I choose? ”

He couldn't say it in front of his father, but instead spoke to a model in bed. It can be seen that his dependence on his father is still as strong as in his childhood, but the growth caused by the disintegration of the family once made him unwilling to let his seriously injured father worry more.

He knew that he was not a brave man, and neither was the father he had admired since childhood.

After absentmindedly playing with the dragon model in his hand for a while, he put it back on the table. The curtains in front of the table were tightly closed, and no light from outside could penetrate the light, so that he did not know if the sky outside had been quietly brightened.

If you look at the time on the dial, it will take about two or three hours until dawn, right?

"Ahh

He let himself fall back on the bed, and in the never-ending entanglement, the exhaustion of sleep deprivation once again pulled him into a foggy sleep. As for whether he would still be stuck in a nightmare like before, he had no room to worry about it, because his mental fatigue had reached its limit.

The horrible dreams, of course, will continue and stay with him until the dust settles on his final choice.

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