Chapter 642: A different nightmare

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"No, it, no ... I can't do that! You ... who are you exactly? Why ... why, why, why? Why are you pestering me ..."
One night at night, an ambiguous mumbled nightmare sounded again on a delicate single bed of silver and green. Although it was still far before dawn, the room was almost as bright as day.
"... stay away from me ... no, don't stay near me ... what are you ..."
The arrangement 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, that person's first glance is definitely not expensive and compelling, but everything that should be organized is organized Organized. The books on the bookshelf are arranged tightly, and the collections in the display cabinets are separated by the same distance from each other, and there is no dust in each corner.
"... don't come over again ... no ... don't come over again ..."
This is an old manor, but people who live here still treat this ancestor's house passed down by their ancestors with care, and adhere to almost strict living habits. This sense of honor stemming from the surname makes this family never dare to underestimate the noble tradition left by the ancestors, even though most wizards have long thought that it was just a bad habit.
"……let me go!"
Suddenly, at the moment when the fire dragon model of Hungarian tree bee on the desk raised his head and spewed out a flame of dragon breath, he shouted from the quilt, and then the person on the bed sat up suddenly. .
This is a handsome boy with a handsome appearance. His scrupulously short blond hair has been pinched by a pillow like a stalk in a henhouse, and his bangs on his forehead are even sticky with sweat. A few moments. If this wolverine looks like it was put in the past, he can't stand it.
"Huh ... huh ..."
He kept breathing heavily and wiped the sweat on his forehead with his hand, bringing his messy hair back to his head. This is purely unconscious behavior, because I have always had this hairstyle when I was a child. Although I do n’t like to do that anymore, the habit developed from a young age is carved into the bones after all.
"……hateful!"
After calming down his heavy breath, he clenched his fists in both hands, and hammered heavily on the mattress next to him, making a muffled sound.
"Dear, are you having nightmares again? Are you okay?" With a sound of footsteps in the corridor, a female voice came out of the door, "Can I come in? Baby?"
"No, don't ... I'm fine, mother!" He answered loudly as soon as he heard it.
"Is it really okay? Oh—" The voice outside was obviously hesitant to the extreme, it was a feeling of both worrying about the child and not wanting to make the child unhappy, "Well ... if you need it, mother always I'm here."
"I know."
I don't know when it started ... Well, maybe it was after the father brought his mother back last time, right? When he saw his mother go home at that time, he immediately rushed up, but he fainted on the spot. According to the family therapist, he was experiencing a violent psychic shock caused by emotional excitement, which caused a temporary coma.
In fact, this seems to be the case, because it didn't take long before he woke himself.
But since that day, he has had nightmares. At first it was only done once in a while. Although the dreams were surprisingly similar, he didn't care too much.
However, the nightmare soon began to become frequent, from once every five or six days to now almost every night, the situation has become serious.
Of course, the therapist must have seen it, and more than one. Not to mention the exclusive therapist employed by the family, even the most famous St. Mungo therapist in the British magic world specially invited to the home for a visit, but almost nothing was found.
The reason why it is said to be "almost" is that although the expert failed to diagnose a specific problem, the general direction of frequent nightmares was basically set by him on the "soul".
Unfortunately, a failure to diagnose is a failure to diagnose, and the problem is not resolved.
But the only thing was that he never told anyone from beginning to end. This included his parents and all the therapists who visited him.
In fact, it is not that he cannot say it, but that he does not know whether to say it or not. Yes, as far as the status quo is concerned, this terrible 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 just ... was a bit reluctant to leave this nightmare. At the same time that his heart was afraid and disgusted, his heart was shaken ... because he could clearly feel that there was a force constantly breeding, growing, fermenting, and spreading in his body ...
It was a temptation mixed with pain that made it difficult for him to sever it.
"But ... but ..." He raised his hand and put it in front of his eyes, watching the blackness that flashed between his fingers, and whispered to himself, "Why do I have to do those stupid things? Has n’t it been proven last time? The fact is that even Weasley is not a fool ... Want me to kill McLean? I haven't been scared by that boring nightmare! "
If I had to say it, there was a black mass of black in that very similar dream, and the black mass was forced on him again and again, and then he continued to entangle him, tear him, and devour him. With him ... Although there was no pain in the dream, the vivid dreams made him feel trembling.
The feeling of being consumed by unknown darkness is too real! too terrifying!
Even if he had refused to admit that he was not brave since he was a child, the fact that he is not brave enough has been undeniable under the present circumstances.
"Although I don't know what it really is, but since it has repeatedly encouraged me to try to kill McLean, does it not indirectly indicate that ... McLean is likely to be its natural enemy?"
He thought about it like that, and kept thinking about it, this idea had actually been wandering in his mind for a long time. Yes, if he is determined to get rid of this nightmare from his life, looking for Maca should be the most correct choice.
Even if he guessed wrong, McLean wasn't the natural enemy of "It", but McLean's strength could still be the most powerful wizard he could ask.
But every time I think of it, I ...
He held up the palm of his right hand again, and controlled the blackness swirling silently between his palms. Such a sense of power and control really obsessed him.
As he was fascinated for a moment, the light from the corner of his eye brushed over the desk beside the bed, and he accidentally glimpsed the fire dragon model on the table that could only move freely in place. He blinked, a faintness appeared on his delicate and pale face, the shadow caused by the light when he lowered his head slightly.
After a little hesitation, he let out the dark shadow in his palm, and stretched his hand towards the flaming dragon. The little guy turned his head to look at his fair palm, and then gently flapped the dragon wings into his hands.
This was a birthday present his father gave him in the past, a souvenir bought from a Romanian dragon farm. Because this is a purely personal gadget, there are not many of them, and the fine and vivid body shows its worth.
In his hands, the fire dragon model is still as vivid as it was when he first arrived, and has not changed at all; the person who could be given to him is still lying on the bed with a wound on his face.
It was the same time that his father went out looking for his mother's whereabouts, somewhere in Germany. When the father finally found the missing mother, he was accidentally injured by the mother who had been caught in the Soul Spell.
The moment the father fell to the ground with the curse, the mother broke free from the shackles of the soul-grass curse and came to her senses, but the serious injury had already become a reality.
As for who the soul-grabbing curse came from, everyone's heart is somewhat numbered, but they never say it on their lips. Needless to say, if it wasn't for Voldemort who had lived at home, it must 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, but instead spoke to a model in bed. It can be seen that his dependence on his father is still as strong as his childhood, but the growth caused by the family's disintegration once made him reluctant to worry the injured father any more.
He knew he was not a brave person ~ EbookFREE.me ~ and his father, who he had worshiped since childhood, was not the same.
After holding the fire dragon model absently 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 see through, making him wonder whether the sky outside had been quietly brightened.
If you look at the time on the dial, it will probably take two or three hours to reach dawn, right?
"what--"
He let himself fall to the bed again and again, and in the endless tangles, the tiredness of lack of sleep dragged him into the dreamland again. As for whether he would still be trapped in the nightmare as before, he had no energy to worry about, because his mental fatigue had reached the limit.
The terrible dream will, of course, continue and accompany him until his final choice is settled.
On the bedside table next to the pillow, a potion notebook with a green bottom and silver border was resting there, and the bottom end of the cover was written with a small signature in silver ink-Draco Malfoy.