Draco sat anxiously, waiting in place, unsure of how his ancestor planned to absorb power.
"Crabbe, I feel so hungry," Gall said, rubbing his stomach.
"Me too, Gall," Crabbe said, also rubbing his stomach, "but I clearly remember we just ate a lot…"
Draco looked at the two disdainfully, a flash of insight suddenly hitting him.
Hungry?
Could it be that the ancestor had already absorbed the power?
"Alright, you two," Draco said to them, "give me the notebook, and you go eat."
"Alright, boss." The two handed the notebook to Draco and then eagerly headed towards the door.
Starving, need to eat properly.
"Hey, don't block my way!"
Crabbe pushed against Gall, who was stuck at the door. Both had stout figures, making it impossible for them to exit together.
"Who's blocking you?" Crabbe retreated from the door, "You go first!"
Once the two had closed the door and their footsteps faded, Draco eagerly grabbed the notebook, placed it on the table, and wrote: "Ancestor, how is it, enough?"
The notebook briefly flashed with golden light, and elegant letters in gold appeared on it.
"Alright, my child, step aside."
Draco obediently moved away, his eyes fixed on the notebook.
Soon, the notebook flashed again, making it hard for him to keep his eyes open.
When he opened his eyes again, a woman with long black hair and a gentle yet striking transparent appearance was before his eyes.
The girl had pale red eyes, akin to the most precious rubies in the world.
"An… Ancestor?" Draco stared at the breathtaking "beautiful girl" before him, his heart inexplicably racing like a startled rabbit.
(Tom in drag)
The beautiful girl brushed her thumb lightly across her throat, looking down at the dazed and wide-eyed Draco. Her pale red eyes curved into a captivating arc, revealing a smile that could enchant the world.
Her smile was so beautiful, Draco thought, then hurriedly shook his head, forcefully trying to banish the thought.
No, Draco, this is your ancestor! How can you have such disrespectful thoughts!
Wait, ancestor?
Suddenly doubting, he looked up again to confirm, asking, "Ancestor, why do you have black hair?"
"Hmm…" The beautiful girl combed her long hair, saying to Draco, "Because of the notebook's creation… I used a little dark magic, child."
"I see…" Draco realized.
The girl continued, "But… I think I should use a new name. After all, Dumbledore would not be unfamiliar with the name Cassandra Malfoy, knowing that he enrolled at Hogwarts in my seventh year… You can call me Melop."
Melop?
Draco thought it was such a beautiful name.
"Melop" beckoned with her finger, and the gold letters "C.C. Malfoy" on the diary changed to "Draco Malfoy."
"This is our secret, and from now on, this notebook is yours," Melop extended a finger toward Draco, "however… you just helped me, and it's time to reward you."
"What reward?" Draco asked eagerly.
Melop approached Draco, placing her hand on his forehead.
So cool…
Soon, Draco felt a strange energy flowing from his forehead into his body, spreading to every limb and bone.
Even his recently faltering spirits were lifted significantly; he now felt as strong as a bull.
"Pick up your magic wand." Melop slightly raised her head.
Draco obediently picked up his wand and looked up at Melop.
"Like me, imagine stunning your opponent, swipe, cross… Stupefy!" Melop demonstrated to Draco.
Draco imagined the motion Melop just made, swiping, crossing his wand…
"Stupefy!" Draco aimed his wand at the chair before him.
A light shot from his wand, and the chair was unfortunately hit by the spell, its parts scattering everywhere.
Draco was shocked as he looked at the shattered chair before him, lifting his hand that held the wand in disbelief, staring at the wand.
This… this magic spell was cast by me?
"Good children get rewards, Draco," Melop smiled softly, "I borrowed some of the power from your two companions and transferred a portion to you as compensation, as you can see, your progress is evident."
"Melop…"
Draco's eyes moistened.
After witnessing the duel between Potter and Miss Fari, despair had risen within him, fearing he would never defeat Potter one day.
Such despair, like a yin corpse gnawing at his heart, making him unbearably sad.
But now, Melop had rekindled his hope.
Continuing like this, could it be…
"My child."
Melop leaned close, speaking persuasively in his ear.
"Perhaps… you could try introducing me to your trusted Slytherin classmates."
"What?" Draco looked up.
"I can help them solve problems, even guide them in learning magic spells," Melop continued to entice Draco, like the serpent tempting Eve to fall in the Garden of Eden, "and all they need to offer is a small portion of power to sustain me daily… Of course, as my good child and an introducer running errands for me, I can share a portion of power with you."
"Melop, this…" Draco stammered.
"Why, are you unwilling?" Melop didn't get angry but smiled subtly.
But that smile didn't reach those scarlet eyes.
"No… no, you need the power more than me." Draco hurriedly shook his hands, afraid the beautiful girl before him would misunderstand his intentions, "Compared to those things, I hope more for you…"
"Be obedient, Draco," Melop looked more satisfied, "as my most treasured child, how could you lose to others? Only by mastering immense power can you better manage your subordinates… And the classmates you bring will be your most loyal followers in the future."
Draco said gratefully, tears welling up, "Thank you, Melop, you're so kind, you truly are a good person."
"Off you go, my child," Melop leaned on the table, whispering, "once you find two more people for me to replenish my power, we can take a trip to the Secret Chamber—"
"I'll go right now!" Draco hastily turned and ran.
Watching Draco leave the dormitory, a look of triumph flickered in Melop's eyes.
What she didn't tell Draco was that the power given to him was not a permanent enhancement.
However.
Hmph…
Voldemort…
Why can't it be me who's the main soul?
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