Forget

For a split second Draco didn't even want to step in.He'd spent a long time here, and it seemed like the only way for him at the time.But today, when he came here again, he felt a kind of confusion that he couldn't let go of.He even felt that he couldn't recall what he had experienced, and what these experiences brought about.

The power in the dark has been turning the gears of his destiny.Most of the time he was struggling in pain and confusion, but he never seemed to be able to find an exit and a way to crack it.He also tried to make a choice, trying to resist the dark fate that gradually slipped into the abyss.But everyone seemed to be leaving him one by one, and he was still walking alone, as if those futile efforts hadn't changed anything.

...and Harry...

Under the baggy sleeves, Draco clenched his hands lightly into fists.

This person has always been an elusive factor in his life.He used to hate people, hated the so-called sense of justice that seemed to be born with him, the so-called courage to overcome all difficulties.But it was these things that once made him feel dazzling, but when the darkness covered them, they became the only ray of light.

Draco himself didn't know that at this moment, a little softness flashed across his eyes from the confusion.Sometimes he couldn't help thinking, if Harry had found out what he was going to do back then and prevented him from repairing the disappearing cabinet, what would it be like now?

The Vanishing Cabinet is no longer where it used to be. Draco was puzzled for a moment, and immediately realized that the shape of the Room of Requirement had changed according to the user's request.At this time, the user who gave orders was obviously not him anymore.

"Hogwarts has many laboratories. But your rash appearance will disrupt the normal teaching plan." Snape said coldly. "Mainly let me find you a quiet and undisturbed place.—I don't want you to disturb me either."

Draco pursed his lips and nodded slightly: "Thank you Professor."

Snape didn't continue talking.It looked like he didn't intend to continue talking.He just stood there like a statue, as if waiting for Draco to enter and then locked the door and left.

Draco hesitated for a moment, but still didn't ask his doubts.Although he didn't know why, he always felt that now was not a good time to ask questions.When he walked in, Snape quickly closed the door, and the clear footsteps gradually faded away.

Draco was most familiar with the form of the Room of Requirement as a storage room.As for the current room, it seemed that a place was cleared out in the middle of the storage room, and the experimental benches, crucibles and various instruments were piled up again, as well as various medicines scattered around.The place where the disappearing cabinet was originally placed is now replaced by a huge and ordinary cabinet, with various books and some things that can't be seen clearly piled up in a mess.

Draco walked over, and just picked up a book of unknown age whose cover had been torn off, when a puff of dust rose into the air. Draco frowned, and waved his hand in the air in disgust to disperse some of the dust, then flipped through it casually, and probably saw that it was an advanced potion tutorial.Then put it gently back into the cabinet.

Draco took out his wand, waved it in the air a few times, and a cauldron landed firmly on the countertop, and started to boil.Some pills also jumped into it from all directions, and after a while, steaming heat came out of the crucible.

Draco ignored the pot, put his wand back in his pocket, and slid slowly along the cabinet behind him to sit on the floor.He hugged his knees, looked up at the bottomless ceiling, and let the cauldron boil happily.

Voldemort was going to claim Malfoy Manor for himself sooner or later.This is something he had already guessed.It's just that he didn't expect that Voldemort would put him under house arrest here.Then there is probably only one possibility, Voldemort needs to find something in Malfoy Manor, and this thing cannot be known to him.

As for the so-called research and development of drugs——

Draco laughed silently.Since it is just an excuse, then this drug will probably only be successful when Voldemort asks him to develop it successfully.

So how long will it be at this time?Will it...never come?

In fact, subconsciously, Draco did not reject returning to Hogwarts.He even felt that Hogwarts was much safer than the Malfoy Manor where he had lived for many years.Although there was no reason, he was certain that Harry would definitely come back to Hogwarts.At that time, will Harry find him, find him, and completely shelter him in those dazzling lights?

Fingers slid up the neck.The cold touch made him shiver.It also seemed to forcefully pull him back from his fantasy to reality.

Draco's eyes darkened slightly.

Yes.Voldemort must die.

Even though he can linger now, as long as Voldemort is alive, he will stand on the verge of death at any time.

"Potter..." Draco couldn't help calling out softly.

He lowered his head and looked at the open palms on his chest.He seemed to still be able to feel the warmth of Harry's chest, and he seemed to be able to hear the man say: Let's leave together.

"Potter..." He closed his eyes gently, and couldn't help imagining that Harry would find him and come to his side. Harry's clothes might still be stained with dust and blood left over from the battle, but he had already opened the door, saw him, and told him that everything was over and they could finally leave.

Draco couldn't help a smile from the corner of his mouth.He opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the cauldron that was almost overflowing on the table.The green liquid gushed out huge bubbles. After the bubbles burst, some liquid flowed down the outer wall of the crucible, all the way to the bottom of the table, and fell to the floor in a tick-tock.

Draco took out his wand, with a flick of his hand, removed the cauldron from the stove, cleaned it a bit, and put another one on it.

He didn't know how many times he would repeat this action before he left here.He suddenly remembered that he had read in some book that if a person is confined in a dark room for a long time, with no one to communicate with, then the person will eventually be in a trance.

"Not a very pleasant memory." Draco smiled and shook his head, pushing the narrative out of his mind.He looked up to find the window in this room, only to find that it was on a very high wall, and only a little light could come in.

This room is really dark.

**

Draco didn't know how long he had been here.It's just that the crucibles filled with liquid almost filled the entire table.

Professor Snape hadn't been here since the day he came in, and no one else had.It was as if Professor Snape had forgotten that there was another person here.

Fortunately, there are many kinds of herbs here, so Draco will not starve to death.

It's just that he hasn't seen anyone else for a long time.He didn't even know how long this "long time" had passed.

He has already flipped through the books in the cabinet, but it's a pity that they are all incomplete. After reading the front page, he can't read the back page, so he really can't read it. Draco placed them neatly in the cabinet and wiped them clean.

He kept only the advanced potion tutorial that lacked the cover.He thought, after all, talk is better than nothing.

He has to admit that if people stay in a claustrophobic environment for a long time, it is indeed easy to get nervous.It's as if these days, the fantasies that existed in his mind to warm himself gradually grew and expanded, and then differentiated into different endings, and they started playing in turn as soon as he fell asleep.

Those endings, sometimes succeed, sometimes fail. Draco often woke up from chaotic dreams, sitting on the floor in a daze, trying to drive them out.

Tinder is not always warm.

Draco sighed.

Sometimes he would dream of Professor Snape, but he couldn't see his movements clearly, and sometimes he couldn't even see his face clearly, just like in reality, he wasn't sure what kind of role Professor Snape was playing .He didn't want to figure it out, and he didn't dare to figure it out.

Draco glanced over the Advanced Potions Tutorial that he knocked over, the book was spread out not far from him, and Draco's gaze fell right on those words.

——When it's hard to bear, maybe hallucinogens can help a little.

Draco thought.

What he lacks most now is medicine.