In the afternoon Charms class, Malfoy implemented the plan. He also wanted to give Harry a shot in Potions class, but unfortunately the last Potions class of the week was yesterday.

Malfoy spent the entire class waiting to see a good show. The black diary was placed in the upper left corner of the table.

"Let's continue to learn the Freezing Spell today." Flitwick stood on the first base of books, or his head would not have been as high as the podium. But he was very enthusiastic, "The spell of the Cryo Spell is Immobulus. Note a little bit of a distinction from the other spell, Glacius. Of course, you haven't learned yet. ”

"Normally, the Freezing Charm only works on moving things, but—"

"Hey, you! Harry Potter! ”

A dwarf with a particularly gloomy face burst into the class, interrupting Professor Flitwick's lesson. The class raised their heads to look at the dwarf, who was about the same height as Professor Flitwick, and Harry immediately realized that he was going to be finished.

It was irritating to receive a Valentine's Day card in front of so many people, especially Draco Malfoy. Harry tried to escape. But it's still in class. And several dwarfs had already gathered around him, and his table was flooded. Even Ron and Neville on the side were squeezed out.

His gaze was cast as if he was asking for help, and Harry saw the frightened and worried look on Ron's face, and Professor Flitwick on the podium covered his face helplessly, as if he was distressed why Lockhart was a Ravenclaw student. Opposite, the obnoxious Malfoy was smiling happier than ever.

"I have a message for the soundtrack to deliver to Harry Potter personally." The dwarf spoke, plucking the harp in an aggressive stance.

"Don't be here." Harry lowered his voice, almost begging.

"Stop, don't move!" The dwarf grunted and grabbed Harry's bag to prevent him from escaping.

"Let me go!" Harry yelled, tugging at his bag. He doesn't care if he's in class anymore, he'd rather die!

With a loud tearing sound, his bag was torn in half. His books, wands, parchment, and quill fell to the floor with a thud, and the inkwell shattered on top.

Harry scrambled to grab the things scattered on the ground, trying to pick them all up before the dwarf could start singing.

The class was already in shambles, but Malfoy's voice pierced the noise like a sharp bayonet, slashing at Harry's body.

"What's going on?" Malfoy said in a tone that was both cold and contemptuous. But his heart was much more excited than he had shown. He's been waiting for this moment for a long time!

He's laughing at me!

Harry panicked and tried to get away as soon as possible, but the dwarf grabbed both of his knees, causing him to fall to the ground hard.

"Alright," he said, sitting on Harry's lap, "this is your Valentine's Day gift with a singing voice:

"His eyes are as green as freshly pickled toads,

"His hair was as black as a chalkboard,

"The scar on his head was like lightning,

"I wish he was mine, he was really handsome,

"He's Harry Scarhead!"

"That's it!"

Professor Flitwick finally couldn't take it anymore, and it was probably the first time that the students had seen the mild-mannered Professor Flitwick so angry.

"I'm still in class!"

He picked up his wand and fired a spell that didn't hit the dwarf directly, but struck it at its feet, leaving a fist-sized hole in the ground and banishing the dwarf.

But Harry didn't feel any better at all.

He was willing to hand over all the gold coins in Gringotts, hoping that he would disappear on the spot. He bravely forced himself to laugh with the others, but Malfoy was the one who laughed the most in the class.

Laughing with Malfoy, it was even more torture for him.

And most importantly –

"This is not a confession at all, it is definitely Malfoy's ghost!" Harry swore that "only he will call me Scarhead!" ”

"You have a point." Ron also nodded, his face full of regret, "It's hateful, why didn't we think of such a good trick to tease Malfoy?" ”

Harry felt sorry for it, too, but it was too late to say anything, Potions class was their last class of the week today, and Malfoy was going back to the Slytherin common room after class.

But Harry was still not reconciled, he was no longer interested in listening, and looked at Malfoy with hateful eyes under the round lenses.

Then he saw Malfoy lying on the table as if something good had happened, and took out a black notebook to write. The distance between the two of them was too far for Harry to see what Malfoy had written.

"I don't think Potter liked your Valentine's Day gift very much!"

The line seeped into the diary and presented to Sellers.

My gift to Harry Potter?

Sellers rolled his eyes, who is really in love with Harry Potter?

He immediately responded:

"It's not me, it's you! I guess his expression must be wonderful? ”

"Exactly!"

Through the words, Sellers could feel Malfoy's extremely happy mood at this time. I'm afraid there is no better time in this world than now.

However, what Sellers didn't know was that the careless Malfoy's every move at this time was watched by Harry.

Luckily, black books like this are all too common. So much so that Harry didn't doubt it even after hearing Ginny's description. After all, they had ruled out the option that Malfoy was a thief.

But Malfoy can only make a fuss like this in the end.

The malice in the chest seems to be greater than anyone else's, but when it is put into practice, it may not be as powerful as it says.

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"Are we really going to kill someone?"

In the chamber, Malfoy's voice began to tremble.

In front of him, there was a tall humanoid phantom, handsome and dashing, but the figure was still a little transparent, like a ghost-

Exactly Cyrus!

By absorbing the life force of Ginny and Malfoy some time ago, he was able to temporarily let his shadow leave the diary, and those abundant lives simply gave him a new lease of life!

However, in reality, it would be very draining on his strength.

But friends always have to be face-to-face.

It was also a little preparation that Sellers made in order to completely control Malfoy.

"I don't think we need to ......"

"Are you scared? Like the last coward, feeling scared? He asked rhetorically.

"I'm not afraid, I'm just ......" Draco's chest rose and fell violently, and he looked in horror at the great serpent that was bowing down in front of him, and at this moment he felt not glory, but real fear.

But in the face of Cyrus, or rather, in the face of "Xiao Tang" who has been with him for a long time, he is unwilling to show his unbearable side. Especially when he found out that Tom Riddle was a much better hybrid than himself.

Now, he really wanted to show himself in front of his friends, in front of his father, so that they could know how good he was, but it was a bit ...... for him to kill someone

"It's just a filthy little mudblood, why do you care if she lives or dies?" Cyrus took a step forward, he was just an illusory shadow, but he forced Draco to keep backing away.

"I just don't think it's necessary...... Didn't the first few people who were attacked also die? Only, just petrify them, let them petrify......"

"That's interesting, Draco." Cyrus chuckled, he had already unconsciously walked up to Draco, looking at him condescendingly. He could feel Draco Malfoy's breath, rapid and intermittent.

"Do you know how much effort it takes me to get out of my diary? It's far more difficult than possessing you! Cyrus said angrily, "It's because you said you wanted to do it yourself, that I did it, but now, you're backing down?" ”

"I didn't, I didn't, I just ......" Cold sweat continued to run down his forehead, and Draco quickly denied it, but he couldn't even make it up if he had to make an excuse.

All he could feel was a huge mass of water drowning him, and the pressure of the water was overwhelming him.

He looked very miserable.

At this moment, Cyrus's translucent fingers reached for his chest and pinched the wand he had placed in his pocket. I began to look at it slowly.

"Nice wand, what kind of material is it?" Cyrus seemed to have completely brushed aside the fact that he wanted Malfoy to kill and turned to his wand.

"Hawthorn wood, the core of the staff is the hair of a unicorn."

"Hawthornwood, a strange, contradictory wand, right? Just as the tree itself is full of paradoxes: its leaves and flowers have healing properties, but its cut branches smell of death.

"And the unicorn hair. There's nothing more unsuitable for the use of black magic. Draco—"

Cyrus put Malfoy's wand back into the distance while looking into his eyes:

"You look miserable."

Draco had to admit that "Tom Riddle" was right. But he didn't want to admit it, or rather, he couldn't say anything now. The previously friendly "Little Soup" is now like a different person, making him feel both strange and frightened.

Fortunately, the other party finally relented.

"Neither your good nor your evil is pure, and this is the source of your suffering." Sellers ruthlessly broke the other side.

His hand rested on Draco's shoulder, and his voice grew ethereal, like the psychedelic song of a mermaid in the sea.

"If you can't do it, I'll do it."

"Draco Malfoy, give me your body......"