Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“No, damn, no… I can’t do that! You…who are you? Why… why, why, why? Why are you pestering me…”

Late at night, a silver-green refined single bed rang again with a vague whispering nightmare, although it was still far from dawn, but the room was almost as bright as white.

“…a far from me…no, don’t come close to me…what are you…”

The layout of this room can be said to be well organized.

Although expensive furniture and furnishings can be seen everywhere in the details, if someone comes here for the first time, the first thing that the person feels is not so expensive, but everything that is orderly is sorted out. It is well organized. The set of books on the bookshelf is arranged in a straight line, and the collections in the showcase are separated by the same distance from each other. There is no dust in each corner.

“…don’t come over again…no…don’t come over…”

This is a fairly old manor, but the people who live here are still cautious about the ancestral home passed down by the ancestors, adhering to the almost strict habits. This sense of honor stemming from the surname makes the family never dare to despise the noble traditions left by the ancestors, even if most of the wizards have long thought that it is just a bad habit.

“……let me go!”

Suddenly, at the moment when the Dragon model of the Hungarian Horntail was raised on the desk and a smoldering flame was ejected, a shout screamed from the bed, and the man on the bed slammed up.

This is a handsome boy who looks pretty handsome. His original short hair that has been meticulously combed has been smashed like a straw in a chicken nest. The front bangs are even glued by the sweat. How many. This wolf is like the past, absolutely he can’t stand it.

“hu…call…”

He continually gasped, and wiped the sweat from his forehead, bringing messy’s hair behind his head. This is purely an unconscious behavior, because I used to be this hairstyle when I was a child. Now I don’t like it anymore, but the habit of growing up from childhood is finally carved into my bones.

“……hateful!”

After quelling the heavy breathing, he clenched his fists in both hands, hammering heavily on the mattress on his side, and made a “squeaky” noise.

“Dear, is it a nightmare again? Is it okay?” Along with the footsteps in the corridor, a female voice suddenly came out of the door. “Can I come in? Baby?”

“No, no… I’m fine, mother!” he replied loudly as soon as he heard it.

“Really, really okay? Oh–” The sound outside is obviously hesitant to the extreme. It is a feeling of worrying about the child and not wanting to make the child unhappy. “Okay… if you need it, mother always I’m here.”

“I know.”

I don’t know when it started… um, maybe it was the last time Father brought the mother back? When he saw that mother came home, he immediately rushed up, but in a blink of an eye he collapsed on the spot. According to the family’s healer, his excitement caused the Spiritual Fluctuation to be too intense, resulting in a temporary unconscious.

In fact, it is true on the surface, because it didn’t take long before he woke up.

Since that day, he has started a nightmare. It was only done once in a while, although the dreams were surprisingly similar, but he was not too concerned.

However, soon the nightmare began to rise frequently, from five or six days to the present almost every night, and the situation has become serious.

Of course, healer must have been seen, and there is more than one. Not to mention the exclusive healer hired by the family, even the most famous St. Mungo’s therapists at the Britain Magic Circle have come to the house to visit, but they have found nothing.

The reason why it is said is “almost”, because the expert has not been able to diagnose the specific problem, but the general direction of the nightmare is basically set by him on the “soul.”

Unfortunately, the failure of diagnosis is a diagnosis failure and the problem has not been resolved.

But the only thing is that he has never told anyone from the end. This includes his parents and all the healers he has examined.

In fact, this is not something he can’t say, but he doesn’t know if he wants to say it. Yes, as far as the status quo is concerned, this terrifying nightmare has even affected his rest. Insufficient sleep makes him more and more tired every day, and his mental state is even worse.

But he was biased… It was a bit reluctant to leave this damn nightmare. At the same time as his fear and disgust, his heart is shaken…because he can clearly feel that there is a force that constantly breeds, grows, ferments, and spreads in his own body.

This is a kind of temptation mixed with pain, which makes it difficult for him to cut off his shackles.

“But…but…” He raised his hand and put it in front of his own eyes. He looked at the black paint that flashed across his fingers and whispered, “Why do you have to ask me to do those stupid things?” Didn’t the last proof have been made? The truth is, even Weasley is not an idiot… want me to kill McLorne? I haven’t been scared by the boring nightmare!”

If you have to say something, there is a black cloud in the dream of high similarity. The black is forced to him again and again, and then constantly entangles him, tears him, swears. He is… Although there is no pain in the dream, but the realistic dreams are back to make him tremble.

The feeling of being swallowed up by the unknown darkness is really real! Too terrifying!

Even if he refused to admit that he was not courageous from an early age, the fact that he is not brave enough under the current experience is undeniable.

“Although I don’t know what it is, but since it has been encouraging me to try to kill McLorne again and again, isn’t that indirect… McLorne is probably its natural enemy?”

He thought so, and kept thinking about it, this idea has long been wandering in his mind for many times. That’s right, if he is determined to remove this nightmare from his own life, finding Marx should be the right choice.

Even if he guessed wrong, McLorne is not a natural enemy of “it”, but McLorne’s strength can still be the most powerful wizard he can ask.

I can think of it every time, just…

He lifted the palm of the right hand and controlled the black that was silently swirling between the palms. This full sense of power and control made him obsessed.

On the occasion of a slight sigh of relief, the lingering light of his eyes passed over the desk at the bedside, inadvertently glimpsing the Dragon model that was placed on the table and was free to move in place. He rubbed his eyes, and the delicate and pale face showed a hint of grayness, which was the shadow caused by the light when he lowered his head slightly.

How much hesitated, he waved the shadow of the palm, and reached out to the dragon with only the size of the palm. The little guy turned his head and looked at his white palm, then gently fanned the dragon wing into his hand.

This is a birthday present that his father gave him in the past, a souvenir bought from the Romanian dragon farm. Because this is a purely personal gadget, so the number is not many, the fine and vivid posture shows its good value.

In his hands, the Dragon model was still as eager as he was when he first got it, and he didn’t change at all; the person who could be given to him, still lying in bed now, was tired and hurt.

It was the time that Father went out looking for the whereabouts of Mother, which seemed to be somewhere in Germany. When Father finally found the missing mother, he was accidentally injured by the mother of Imperius Curse.

At the moment when the curse fell to the ground in Father, Mother broke away from the shackles of Imperius Curse and became awake, but it was already a reality.

As for who the Imperius Curse came from, everyone has a few numbers in mind, just never say that’s all. Don’t ask, if it wasn’t for Voldemort who lived at home, it would have been the crazy woman Bellatrix who lived with him.

“Father, you said… what should I do… How should I choose?”

He couldn’t say this in front of his father’s face, but instead spoke to a model in bed. It can be seen that his dependence on father is still as strong as he was in childhood, but the growth caused by the family’s collapse and disappointment makes him reluctant to let the wounded father worry more.

He knows that he is not a brave person, and that the father he worshipped from childhood is not the same.

After taking the Dragon model in his hands and playing for a while, he put it back on the table. The curtains in front of the table were tightly closed, and the light outside could not be seen, which made him wonder whether the sky outside had been quietly lit.

Looking at the time displayed on the dial, it will take about two or three hours to get to the dawn?

“what–“

He let himself fall back to the bed again and again, in the endless entanglement, the exhaustion of sleep is once again dragging him into a misty dream. As for whether he will fall into a nightmare as before, he has no spare time to worry, because his mental fatigue has reached its limit.

The terrible dream, of course, will continue, and will always be with him until his final choice of dust settles.

On the bedside table of the pillow, a green-bottomed potion class notebook is resting there, and the bottom of the cover is written in silver ink with a small signature – Draco Malfoy.