Chapter 747

"... anyway, go and bring your wife up first!"

Maka's understatement made Draco's expression freeze again. Then, he turned his head in the direction of Lucius... He opened his mouth and couldn't make any sound.

"Don't use the phantom to move the shape. Just walk," Maka suddenly added. "Don't worry, it's time."

When Lucius heard the speech, he first looked at his son, and then nodded silently at Marca. Until his figure was covered again by the door, Draco's eyes followed him, and his face was full of desire to speak and stop.

"... you're afraid."

This is the third time Snape said he was afraid today, but this time alone, Draco can't deny it anyway. Because he knew very well that his words and expressions had been full of flaws.

In front of Snape and Marka, the forced and blunt lies are naturally childish and ridiculous.

"Draco," when he could only choose to keep silent for a moment, Maka suddenly called him, "you are right. I have a 'disgusting' kindness... And this has become a breakthrough for you to threaten me with yourself."

"But... Didn't you expect it?" he said with a smile. "In the end, you will be defeated by the conclusion observed by 'another self'..."

Seeing Draco just staring at the closed door, as if he hadn't heard his words at all, Maka shook her head in disapproval.

"I think 'he' can tell you a truth," he continued. "Good and evil are relative. They all come from acquired habits - there is' good 'in your hearts."

From the character of "this" Draco, Maka saw a lot of "evil". Therefore, he has also considered whether Draco's division criteria on both sides are between good and evil?

But after a series of thinking, he found that the soul could not be neatly divided into two. What happened to Draco is not the "division" of two points, but the "expansion" of one point.

In other words, no matter which Draco is, he is actually intact.

"What nonsense are you talking about..."

Under the constant guidance of Marca's words, Draco finally spoke. At this moment, his voice was vaguely hoarse, and his tone was full of impatience.

But Marca shrugged.

"Am I wrong?" he continued, "no, it's you who can best understand what I'm saying? What I'm saying, you can't be clearer -"

Obviously, in Maka's words, the intention of stabbing each other's pain can be said to be everywhere. Even some absent-minded Draco could hear this.

However, Maka's provocation continued, one sentence after another, like endless noise.

"Draco, didn't you say you could 'assimilate and devour' another self?" before the other party thought too much, Maka continued, "try it? Now -"

He said, suddenly stretched out his left hand and motioned towards the door.

"Don't say I won't give you a chance. Look, she's coming! While you still have the last bit of time to take advantage!" Maka spread her hands. "I mean, if you can really do it?"

When Maka's voice gradually dropped, Draco, who had just been in a state of anxiety, suddenly sank. Immediately after, he snorted inexplicably, and his eyes showed a sharp light again.

"That's awesome! McLean..." Draco glanced at Maka, and the sarcastic tone came back, but it was mixed with a seemingly meaningless emotion. "I have to say that whenever I think I have carefully estimated your ability, you can still break through my expectation again and again..."

Maka raised her eyebrows, but didn't interrupt each other.

"Yes, you almost stimulated me," Draco sneered. "When there was a loophole in my heart, you pretended not to think I could assimilate 'that guy', constantly provoking my will and encouraging me to refute you with facts..."

Halfway through, he stared and said in a loud voice, "but do you think your repeated pressing can make me ignore this thing on the floor? How many times do you think I've seen you arrange this strange array?"

"Oh?" hearing this, Maka paused at the edge of the rune array on the floor and looked at him calmly. "Have you guessed its purpose?"

"Hum, I can't compare your magic strength, at least it's impossible now." Draco Leng said, "but if you want to be smart, I will never admit defeat... Anyway, I'm also the best student of Slytherin college in recent years!"

Seriously, Draco is not boasting. He has always done well in school. Although it is not noticeable under the shadow of Hermione's perennial first grade, the ranking of the top ten can be guaranteed every year.

Yes, even during the unstable period before he quit school.

If he had to say anything, he always avoided Maka as much as possible, which is probably one of the evidence of his "shrewdness" in his heart.

"Well, I admit, your inference is very correct," Maka nodded. "I really wanted to stimulate you to use the energy in your body... Only by making it active, can I lock it with the power of magic text and completely pull it out of your body..."

Speaking of this, Maka gave a little meal, and her expression suddenly seemed a little subtle.

"But did you ignore something?"

People's attention is limited, especially when they think they have grasped the key, they are more likely to inadvertently ignore other things.

With Maka's words, the door of the room was suddenly opened from the outside, and a figure rushed in.

"Draco! My baby -"

Lucius' wife Narcissa is a woman who dotes on her children. It can be seen from the age of her and Lucius that Draco's son was not born early.

At first, Lucius and Narcissa were friends who went to school at Hogwarts. Their love was almost natural, even five years earlier than Harry's parents.

But just a few years ago, Draco entered Hogwarts in the same year as Harry, and came to this day as a peer.

During the period before Draco was born, Narcissa secretly prayed and doubted herself for many days and nights, which is not a matter of external humanity.

But the maternal love she placed on Draco's son, I'm afraid everyone can imagine.

"Madam, please be careful. If you step on the ground, Draco will not be saved." looking at the mother who rushed straight to her son, Maka immediately stopped.

His words still worked, because although Narcissa didn't respect Marca like Lucius, she would put her son's safety first without hesitation.

It was the moment Narcissa appeared in the room that Draco's breath suddenly became heavy.

His forehead was full of blue veins, and his molars were interlaced and creaking. It seemed as if he was trying to endure something, and his expression was distorted.

At this moment, he felt that his inner world turned over one after another, surging waves, constantly scouring the barriers of his will.

In fact, both Draco Malfoy in the past and now have a contradictory psychology towards his father Lucius. In other words, the so-called "other self" is actually dissatisfied with his father.

Today, Draco just turns his dissatisfaction with his father into a huge one.

But for mother Narcissa, Draco has only a pure dependence - this kind of love derived from dependence may be difficult to show at ordinary times. How many children will not like a mother who dotes on her wholeheartedly?

"Mother, I..."

When Narcissa stood at the edge of the rune array and looked at him excitedly, he couldn't help calling his long lost mother.

His face was full of struggle, and when his mouth opened and closed, his throat trembled.

Maka is also watching him closely, and can even feel the vibration from the depths of his soul. This feeling for his mother is an instinctive impulse that Draco can never completely suppress.

But even so, Draco still insisted that what he wanted was not this ridiculous and pathetic love. If he accepted the feeling, he would no longer be able to maintain his present self.

"Mother, help... Help me... Don't listen to him, I... Need you!"

Until now, Draco's mind was still clear. He knew that he might not be able to control his emotions at the moment, but at least some very threatening things must be relieved before he retreated temporarily.

And that thing is the strange array under his feet that looks very amazing.

Seeing that her son seemed to be suffering unspeakably, and hearing her son's oral need for herself, Narcissa immediately wavered.

So, under the gaze of several pairs of eyes, she couldn't help lifting her right foot and was about to step forward.

At that moment, the Malfoy family didn't notice that Snape took out his wand quickly. What they didn't notice was that it was Marca who secretly pulled Snape's sleeve!

"So it is... So it is..."

Marca, who has been staring at Draco from beginning to end, has set off a huge wave in her heart.