[HP] Return late

He was in a hurry to meet someone.

A very important person is a part of his life, the person his soul is tied to.

He has been moving forward, quickly crossing seemingly endless steps, but he can't reach the end no matter what.

Faster, faster still.

He was running, and he had torn off the too long hem of the obstructing robe.

The staff in his hand was too heavy, and he wanted to throw it away——

Staff?

He was suddenly confused. In his consciousness, what he was using should be the ten-inch elm wand with unicorn tail hair.

He looked at the tall man in his hand, the heavy staff made of silver metal that could be directly used as a troll stick, and stared at the blue diamond inlaid on the top that was about the size of his head for almost a minute.

It wasn't his Draco Malfoy stuff.He stopped and looked around suspiciously, only to find that even the environment was unfamiliar.

All around is bright, there are no shadows, only light.The pervasive mist has gradually dissipated, and everything that was hidden gradually revealed its true appearance.

He stood on a long, wide staircase with no end in sight.The ground was paved with pieces of silver, and there were tall pillars of the same material that could not see the top standing on both sides of the stairs.

He can be sure that in the 16 years of his life, he has never been to this place, and even his dreams would not be so bizarre.

He did want to see someone, but not in a dream.

He could feel the magical connection, and the Gryffindor, who always had some strange impulses in his head, gradually drifted away from him.

He wanted to wake up and catch up, but he couldn't move his body, and his consciousness was trapped in an illusion.He thought of everything that happened before he fell asleep, the siren's singing and talking.

Those singing voices were not so harmless on the surface, and he needed to find an exit to escape from this dream.

He sat on the steps and irritably tapped the ground with his staff.The magical connection told him that the damned Potter was getting farther and farther away from their tent, and he could imagine what would happen if he didn't wake up.

There is only one person who can easily tear his thoughts apart, stir up his anger, and make him lose his rationality.

The imprisoned picture suddenly shattered, and he could clearly perceive the position of the contractor, as if he had become magic itself, without spells or other, apparition became a breeze.

Those water elements were stirring, together with his magic, "Potter! Stupid!! Scarhead!!!" The stupid Gryffindor and the Sirens returned the water that had swallowed them.

He should have rushed up and pulled the stupid lion's collar and wrestled those goddamned Gryffindor dauntless spirits out of Potter's head, but just as he took a step, the vision followed. .

He must see that person right away.

Avoid all blockers and get out of here.

Faster.He could feel the abnormal vibration of the ground, and a large area of ​​attack magic exploded around him. The brilliant and dangerous rays of light were enough to illuminate the only way out.

These guys are crazy, they have to leave, hurry up, there is someone still waiting for him, he must find that person, once separated, there is no possibility of seeing each other again.

"You already feel it, don't you?" Siren's voice brought him back to reality, and the changing scenery in front of him made him want to vomit. "Erosion of the soul," said the siren.

Indeed, in those visions he was the one who had lived it all, emotional thoughts and pain, mingled in his memory, real and indelible.

"What's that?" Draco asked softly, he just vaguely felt that all this had something to do with what Lucius told him not to use the power of foresight, but his mind that had just returned to reality was in a mess, and he couldn't find a clue.

"Mostimat's soul is awakening, you have inherited his power, there is no doubt." Siren sighed, "You are not the first Malfoy who came looking for me."

Hearing the name of the not-unfamiliar portrait of the ancestor in the Chamber of Secrets, Draco felt as if he had caught something, but flashed past him, "Who is the nearest one?" He thought he might already know the answer No, every few generations, in the Malfoy family, there will always be an heir who looks almost exactly the same.

"Abraxas." Siren gave him the affirmative answer he guessed.

"Why?" He suddenly had doubts about everything he had. If he was not Draco Malfoy, but a temporary consciousness of an unawakened soul, then, his war, his efforts, all What's the point of everything.

He thought the look on his face must be dejected, because Siren went on to say, "Don't doubt it, of course you're still yourself."

"Mastimat is different from other gods. As the god of lakes and prophecy, his soul is one with the godhead, and he is reborn with power."

"The stronger the power I have, the faster this erosion will be..." Draco looked at the lines on his palm in a daze. He could clearly feel the resonance of water and soul just now.

"So, don't ask me how to control and use them." Siren stood in front of him, but his eyes were diffuse, as if he was nostalgic for someone through his face.

"Can it be stopped?" He was greedy and selfish, wanting both the power to help him win this war and the complete self to spend the rest of his life with Harry.

"If the human part of you is not completely dead..." Siren said slowly, "Obviously, you are already a complete larva."

He was a little thankful that Harry couldn't understand their language, but he didn't hear the word death, but he also had a strange idea, wanting to throw all the bloody things that happened in front of that stupid lion, and let him be sad and regret it.

"How much time." Maybe he still had time to name his and Harry's baby.

"The process of reaching the perfect body may be a long time for human beings, seven or eighty years or even longer, but you can't use any abilities and don't trigger talents, including the power you originally possessed, magic."

That's impossible.He couldn't imagine what life would be like without magic. His life was full of magic, everywhere.However, if he was no longer himself - Draco clenched his palms and then loosened them, he was not reconciled.

Draco was immersed in his own thoughts, completely oblivious to the fact that the lion that should have walked over to apologize or chime in curiously was unusually quiet.

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