Chapter 48 Neither Good nor Evil Is Pure Enough, so It Hurts (3,000 Words)

Chapter 48 Neither good nor evil is pure enough, so it hurts (3,000 words long chapter, don't you want some money?)

Malfoy implemented this plan during the afternoon spells class. He also wanted to play a trick on Harry in the potions class, but unfortunately the last potions class this week was yesterday.

Malfoy was waiting for the show throughout the class. He placed the black diary on the upper left corner of the table.

"We will continue to learn the freezing spell today." Flitwick stood on the first base of the book, otherwise his head might not be as high as the podium. But he was very enthusiastic, "The spell of the freezing spell is Immobulus. Pay attention to distinguish it from another spell Glacius. Of course, you haven't learned it yet."

"Generally speaking, the freezing spell can only work on moving things, but-"

"Hey, you! Harry Potter!"

A dwarf with a particularly gloomy face rushed into the classroom and interrupted Professor Flitwick's class. All the students in the class raised their heads to look at the dwarf who was almost as tall as Professor Flitwick, and Harry immediately realized that he was doomed.

It was so annoying to receive a Valentine's Day card in front of so many people, especially Draco Malfoy was also there. Harry wanted to run away. But the class was still going on. And several dwarfs had already surrounded him, blocking his desk. Even Ron and Neville on the side were squeezed out.

As if looking for help, Harry saw Ron's face showing a look of fear and worry for him. Professor Flitwick on the podium covered his face helplessly, as if he was distressed why Lockhart was a student of Ravenclaw? Across the way, the annoying Malfoy smiled happier than ever.

"I have a musical message to personally deliver to Harry Potter." The dwarf said, playing the harp in an aggressive manner.

"Don't be here." Harry said in a low voice, he was almost begging.

"Hold on!" the dwarf grunted, grabbing Harry's bag to prevent him from escaping.

"Let me go!" Harry roared, pulling hard on the bag. He didn't care whether he was in class or not now, he would rather die!

With a loud tearing sound, his bag was torn in two. His books, wand, parchment and quills fell to the floor in a mess, and the ink bottle broke on top.

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

The class was already in chaos, but Malfoy's voice pierced through the noise like a sharp bayonet and chopped 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 showed. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time!

He was laughing at me!

Harry was completely panicked and wanted to get away quickly, but the dwarf hugged his knees and made him fall heavily to the ground.

"Well," he said, sitting down on Harry's knees, "here's your singing Valentine's Day gift:

"His eyes are as green as a freshly pickled toad,

"His hair is as black and elegant as a blackboard,

"The scar on his head is as magical as lightning,

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

"He's Harry Scarhead!"

"Well!"

Professor Flitwick finally couldn't stand it anymore. It was probably the first time that the students saw the gentle Professor Flitwick so angry.

"I'm still in class! "

He picked up his wand and fired a spell. It didn't hit the dwarf directly, but hit its feet, leaving a hole as big as a fist on the ground, expelling the dwarf.

But Harry didn't feel any better at all.

He was willing to hand over all the gold coins in Gringotts, just hoping to turn into steam and disappear on the spot. He bravely forced himself to laugh with everyone, but Malfoy was the happiest laugher in the whole class.

Laughing with Malfoy was even more of a torture for him.

The most important thing was-

"This is not a confession at all, it's definitely Malfoy's doing!" Harry vowed, "Only he would call me Scarhead!"

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

Harry also felt it was a pity, but it was too late to say anything now. Potions class was their last class today and this week. After class, Malfoy would return to the Slytherin common room.

But Harry was still unwilling. He had no intention of listening to the class now. He looked at Malfoy with hatred under his round glasses.

Then, he saw Malfoy lying on the table as if he had encountered something good, and took out a black notebook to write. However, the distance between the two of them was too far, and Harry could not see the specific content of Malfoy's writing.

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

This line of words seeped into the diary and appeared in front of Cyrus.

My gift to Harry Potter?

Cyrus rolled his eyes. Who loves Harry Potter so deeply?

He immediately responded:

"Not me, but you! I guess his expression must be very interesting?"

"Absolutely correct!"

Through the words, Cyrus could feel Malfoy's extremely happy mood at this moment. I'm afraid that in his opinion, there is no more wonderful moment in the world than now.

However, what Cyrus didn't know was that Harry saw every move of the careless Malfoy at this moment.

Fortunately, a black book like this is too common. So even after hearing Ginny's description, Harry didn't doubt it. After all, they had already ruled out the option that Malfoy was a thief.

But Malfoy could only do this kind of small fight.

The malice in his chest seemed to be greater than anyone else, but when it was put into practice, it might not be as powerful as he said.

——

"Are we really going to kill someone?"

In the secret room, Malfoy's voice began to tremble.

In front of him was a tall human figure, handsome and unrestrained, but his figure was still a little transparent, like a ghost——

It was Cyrus!

By absorbing the vitality of Ginny and Malfoy some time ago, he was able to temporarily let his shadow leave the diary. The full life gave him a new life!

However, in fact, this would consume a lot of his strength.

But friends always have to face each other.

This is also a little preparation that Cyrus made to completely control Malfoy.

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

"Are you scared? Like the last coward, are you scared?" he asked back.

"I'm not scared, just..." Draco's chest rose and fell violently. He looked at the big snake bowing in front of him in horror. At this moment, he felt not glory, but real fear.

But facing Cyrus, or in other words, facing "Little Tom" who had been with him for a long time, he was unwilling to show his unbearable side. Especially when he found that the half-blood "Tom Riddle" was much better than himself.

Now, he really wanted to show off in front of his friends and his father, so that they would know how outstanding he was, but asking him to kill someone was a bit...

"It's just a dirty 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 retreat continuously.

"I just think it's unnecessary... Didn't the first few people who were attacked die? Just, just petrify them, petrify them..."

"It's really interesting, Draco." Cyrus chuckled. He had unknowingly walked in front of Draco and looked down at him. He could feel Draco Malfoy's breath, which was rapid and intermittent.

"Do you know how much energy it took me to get out of the diary? It's much harder than possessing you!" Cyrus said angrily, "I did this because you said you wanted to do it yourself, but now you want to back down?"

"I didn't, I didn't, it's just..." Cold sweat kept flowing down his forehead. Although Draco quickly denied it, he couldn't even make up an excuse if he really wanted him to.

He just felt a huge mass of sea water submerging him, and the water pressure made him breathless.

He looked very painful.

At this time, Cyrus's translucent fingers reached out to his chest and pinched the wand he put in his pocket. He began to look at it slowly.

"Nice wand, what material is it made of?" Cyrus seemed to have completely put aside the matter of asking Malfoy to kill people and turned to talk about his wand.

"Hawthorn wood, the core is unicorn hair."

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

"And unicorn hair. Nothing is more unsuitable for dark magic than it. Draco--"

Cyrus put Malfoy's wand back far away, looking into his eyes:

"You look painful."

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 friendly "Little Tom" in the past was now like a different person, making him feel both strange and scared.

Fortunately, the other party finally let go.

"Neither your good nor your evil is pure enough, and this is the source of your pain. "Cyrus pointed out the other party mercilessly.

He put his hand on Draco's shoulder, and his voice gradually became ethereal, like the psychedelic singing of mermaids in the sea.

"What you can't do, I will do."

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

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