[HP] Return late

The portrait of Mostimat in the Chamber of Secrets is not a mere portrait.

Draco had noticed it the first time the almost real phantom had appeared in front of him.

The 16-year-old Draco may still not know, but it doesn't mean that the current head of Malfoy, who has experienced the end of the war, doesn't know.After hearing Harry tell the story of the second grade, it was connected with the broken memories that eroded the soul, and it was not until seeing the main body that he was not sure of the fact.

It was a Horcrux.

What's even more frightening is that there is a piece of soul in his body.

Maybe not, maybe even himself.

This can explain why after awakening, every time he encounters a fatal injury, he will return to that portrait.

Mostimat's protection and guidance for the other half of the soul, as well as prohibition.

Draco couldn't leave the manor. He had carefully explored here before. It wasn't like the hide-and-seek and adventure games he played when he was a child. Instead, he spent nearly four years viewing the entire manor completely. again.

The buildings on the ground are not the main body. In the era of extermination of witches, deeper in the dungeon, there are intricate corridors like the maze of Knossos in Crete.

This is definitely the most gigantic project in the history of wizards. In ancient times, those Malfoy ancestors almost stimulated all potential wisdom. Even if it weren't for the guidance of the phantom portrait, Draco himself would not be able to see the most powerful project with magic alone. The secrets hidden inside left unharmed afterward.

The huge magic circle, even after thousands of years, is still functioning as before.

That was why he and Mostimat couldn't leave the estate.

The seal that imprisoned the gods.

He could imagine how desperate those ancestors were to return to the cages where they imprisoned their ancestors and rebuild their homes to avoid the slaughter of Muggles.

So who am I?He had thought about it in his waking hours and in his sleep.

Or from the perspective of a bystander, sorting out your own memory.

If he's another part of Mostimat, does Draco really exist?

He remembered every scene of being Draco, only to be haunted by more distant memories.

So even though he knew that Harry had returned to their home, he didn't make a deliberate reunion.

"But you can't do this, my love." The old god, sighing goodbye to his human lover after the war, persuaded his temple knight, his beloved, "Because I am the law itself."

He is on the winning side, but he is not the final winner.

"What did they do? At that time, you said you would come back."

For the first time, the knight, who has never retreated in the most difficult battle of mankind, turned red eyes and asked aggressively.

"I am always here."

"You know, my godhead and soul are inseparable."

"They will not compromise with their toys. The agreement is engraved on the godhead, and according to the law, I cannot stay here."

"So I split my soul in half before I died, and one half lives in that portrait."

"Half of it circulates in our blood along with the godhead."

"So, you've been lying to me before."

They once fought side by side to win freedom for human beings. They once explored together, lived together, and left behind the crystallization of love.

Now they draw their swords to face each other, in the name of love.

"What if I insist on taking you away?" The lover betrayed the original belief and dedicated his soul and life to the Lord of the Abyss in exchange for the demon's immortality and strength.

They could have gone to that exiled place together, even if there is no sunshine and no flowers, they can rely on each other to be happy and satisfied.

But responsibility is heavier than love.

"I, in the name of the law, expel all species that try to break the law and violate the law, and never step in."

The laws he wrote down with his own hands expelled his wife and closed the passage between humans and the abyss.

Since then, all thoughts have been placed in vain.

Draco felt Mostimat's breath stuck in his throat, and it took a long time before it turned into a sigh.

Time is the scariest thing.

The deep love and solemn promise in the age of mythology, as well as the obsession to return to the world, were finally wiped out in this sigh.

Mostimat's soul gradually fell silent in his body, and it took a long time before the half of the soul in the portrait stood in front of him again.

"Don't worry, it won't appear again. You are still yourself, my descendant."

"Try to accept it as my apology."

The remaining scales behind the ears finally faded away, and the heart in the chest cavity resumed its human beating. At this moment, the dangerous stone that had been hanging heavily on the shoulders was finally removed.

After finally gaining enough power to turn back into a human form, that Harry Potter Malfoy, who didn't obey the family rules at all, not only didn't come back for dinner, he even let him sit here for a while without notifying him at all. In the middle of the night, the familiar drowsiness came back again. Draco tried his best not to fall asleep immediately after blinking. Then he heard footsteps coming from the hall. When he looked up, he saw the grown-up man whom he had seen countless times in the prophecy. The savior stood dumbfounded at the door of the living room, as if under a petrification spell.

"Come back so late, eh?" Wrinkling his nose angrily, Draco Patriarch Malfoy's tone was filled with all the dissatisfaction and unhappiness of four years.