Chapter 189

One night, Draco walked back to his dormitory under the moonlight. As soon as he stepped inside, his brow furrowed involuntarily, and his gaze fell upon a book that had appeared out of nowhere on his desk. "Strange..." he muttered to himself, a nameless unease welling up in his heart. He remembered clearly that when he left his room in the morning, the book had not been there. Draco cautiously picked up the book. The words on the cover possessed an almost magical quality, making his breath catch in his throat. He quickly glanced around, feeling relieved that he was staying in a single room and that no one was outside in the hallway, before relaxing just a fraction. However, this sense of relief did not last long, as his attention was quickly drawn to the contents within. He rapidly flipped the book open. As his reading deepened, his heartbeat accelerated, and a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes. "It's genuinely Dark Arts..." he gasped in a low voice, a trace of trembling in his tone. "Why would something like this appear here?"