“…… Control...... Spirit...... Soul...... Emotional ......"

In one of the basement dorms of Slytherin House, Malfoy was sitting at his desk, staring at the notebook in front of him. His face, which was already pale, was now bloodless, as if it were a new corpse that had just been dug out of the grave bag by a tomb robber.

His lips twitched slightly, and his voice was low and indistinct.

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

Finally, he seemed to be unable to bear the depression in his heart any longer, and closed the notebook with a "bang", and then threw it on the table casually.

“…… Do...... What am I doing here? Malfoy roared in a hoarse voice, and a manic anger appeared on his expressionless face before, "What spirit? What soul? Controlling your emotions? Damn it...... This mess gives me strength and power—"

He gritted his teeth and said it halfway, when suddenly the whole person was shocked, and then he grabbed the notebook as if he was crazy, and threw it far away to the other end of the dormitory.

"No, no, no...... Strength? 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 section to collect information, not for some goddamn power!" ”

He knew that he was trembling at the moment, his hands and feet were cold, and he had a layer of fine goosebumps all over his body. He also knew that it might be because of the pain, but more because of the fear that came from the bottom of his heart.

In the past, he was reluctant to admit his cowardice and cowardice, but now he cherishes this cowardice. Because he also knew that if he didn't feel fear anymore, he wouldn't be him anymore.

Yes, that's right, just like that night in the forbidden book section - that weird self made him feel extremely creepy now.

In his body, the latent energy is constantly changing him...... Or, to put it more pessimistically, that energy may simply be intent on completely taking over his body and then replacing it.

But what should he do?

"If only I had ...... that day," Malfoy muttered, pulling at his blonde hair, leaning over the table and propping his head on his elbows, "if only I had told Professor Snape the truth that day......

Yes, the day Snape was invited by his mother, Narcissa, to see him at home, and he might have had the freedom to say it or not to say it on his own day—it would have been difficult to speak, but it would never have been impossible to tell the truth as it is now.

However, that day, he was seduced by the influence of that energy, and chose to answer lightly.

After that, Snape concocted a more powerful sleepless potion for him, which finally allowed him to say goodbye to the nightmares of the night and sleep normally.

But the good times didn't last long, and when he noticed that the abnormal energy in his body was gradually growing to a level that even he could easily feel, it was too late.

Occasionally, he could perceive that his desire for power, power, and the like would be amplified enough to overshadow his emotions and even his sanity. What's even more terrifying is that when that state has lasted for a while and recovered, he still retains that crazy memories that will drive him crazy.

That feeling is as if there is another self in his body, and every time he experiences it, he will break out in a cold sweat.

So, at last, when he went to Snape's office to refill the Dream Sleepless Pill, he wanted to confess to him. But then he realized that the moment he tried to speak, his whole person seemed to be no longer his own.

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

Later, feeling so distraught that he couldn't speak, he forgot how he had left Snape's office. All he knew was that he had finally returned to his bedroom in despair, with the bottles of potions Snape had prepared for him in his pocket.

"Hmph...... Humph......"

Suddenly, Malfoy, with his head hanging down, snorted inexplicably, and there was a kind of coldness in his laughter.

"Don't let me say yes? Then I'm going to let others know...... Lose face? If the Malfoy family makes any irreparable mistake because of me, it will be a real disgrace! ”

With that, Malfoy jerked to his feet from his back chair. The blonde hair he used to be proud of was messed up like a chicken nest, but his eyes were brighter than ever.

I saw him push away the chair behind him and walk straight to the notebook he had just thrown out. As he leaned over to pick it up in his hand, a noticeable pause occurred at about the same time as the struggle on his face.

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

With the notebook in hand, he opened the door to his dorm room and walked down the hallway to the Slytherin common room outside. When he arrived, he saw many students at a glance, and the sharp-eyed Pansy immediately greeted him.

But he ignored anyone, and instead walked through the common room to the Hogwarts underground corridors outside.

By the time Malfoygu made his way to the foyer on the first floor, his forehead was covered with bruises, indicating that he was in great pain or stress.

And then......

“…… Go ahead! ”

When the notebook in his hand suddenly flew to the center of the foyer of the castle gate, a sinister smile appeared on his face, and a roar erupted from the depths of his heart.

"If you haven't understood my situation since you saw this...... You don't deserve to be feared by me for five whole years! Although he couldn't make a sound at all at this time, he shouted in his heart, "...... Damn it...... Mclean...... Professor. ”

Perhaps seeing his notebook fall on the lawn outside, Malfoy's heart was relieved. Then he turned around decisively, and wanted to go straight back to the dormitory, but before he could take a few more steps......

“…… If he knew, would I still have a chance to gain the power to control everything? Malfoy, who stopped in place, chuckled suddenly, and his voice from his throat was particularly low, "Others are stupid and don't care about me, but if you are stupid yourself...... Then there is really no cure. ”

When he had finished speaking so vaguely, he walked briskly to the castle door under the astonished gaze of the little wizards in the foyer, and gently picked up the notebook that he had thrown out himself.

"But don't worry too much...... Although McLean is strangely strong, he has a character that is as stupid as ordinary people......" Malfoy muttered disdainfully, "Actually helping a family that once offended him?" It's just ridiculous......"

The students in the foyer looked at Malfoy's departing back, apparently confused. They certainly didn't understand why Malfoy would smirk and throw away his notebook and then pick it up himself.

However, in the spirit of the psychology that more things are better than less things, basically no one will pay attention to such a strange guy, but private discussions are essential.

"Was that Draco Malfoy just now? I don't seem to have seen him normal this semester......," one student said softly to his companion.

"Shhhh And...... I've heard some sixth-graders mention that his dad was taken to Azkaban because ......"

After Malfoy left the foyer, the students began to move again. And between them, there is also a small topic.

Hopefully, from today onwards, there will be one or two more gossip or two at Hogwarts. As for whether these rumors will flow into the ears of those who have a heart and even Maca, it is still unknown.

……

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

“…… Seriously, I don't think there's anything we need in the library, and even in the forbidden section, there are only some dark magic books that are more researched. ”

In a corner of the garden, Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Luna were gathering together as Hermione whispered something.

"So where should we look for it? We don't even have a clue about Voldemort's Horcruxes......" Harry said with a depressed expression.

"No, there's still a clue, isn't it?" Ron spread his hands, "It's just that we didn't find it." ”

Harry shook his head.

"Isn't that still the same?" He said depressedly.

"Stop thinking about that diary, didn't I say that? That must have been in Maca's hand......" Hermione said, "and there are still traces of frost on the stone door, clearly Maca's handiwork. Besides, he will certainly not miss any clues that we can easily think of. ”

She remembered the previous night's action as she urged Harry to think about anything else.

That's right, just the other day, they went to the Slytherin Chamber in search of clues to the Horcruxes. Because of the incident in the second year, the group of them naturally thought of the diary that had been left behind in that secret room in the past.

"Eager, can't solve the problem for us......" When everyone was a little annoyed, Luna's clear and ethereal voice suddenly rang in their ears, "I heard a story from Lady Gray, would you like to hear it?" ”