Chapter 249: Daemonologie, In Forme of a Dialogue - The Mysterious Book!
Darcie couldn't fathom why the weekend ended so fast.
Her Saturday dissolved into flying broomsticks all day long with Draco, trying to counter the new move he had developed. It turned out he hadn't faked the boast that Darcie won't be able to catch him, especially using only the Comet 220.
The Malfoy Manor had lit up with the children's shouts, Narcissa's warnings and concerned shrieks, and Dobby's cheery hoorays.
Lucius had returned late that night, so the father and daughter spent the entire Sunday brewing potions.
Potioneering required precise spellwork which Darcie could only do using a wand, and that too only her mother's. She had tried using her father's, but the results weren't satisfactory.
Her constant practice of Wandless Magic, unknown to her parents, was coming closer to casting spells verbally, using a wand. But, like the overgrown transfigured gold coin, the Control still fluctuated now and then.
When she wasn't studying, Darcie had visited the many portraits of ancient wizards in the Long Galley on the 2nd floor of the Manor, asking for the myth of he book — Daemonologie, In Forme of a Dialogue.
Only on Sunday evening, just a few hours before her departure, did she get to know something substantial.
...
"Good evening, professor," Darcie greeted the ancient witch. "I am incredibly sorry to disturb you so."
"Humph!" the witch in the portrait scoffed. "Nonsense. Any Malfoy can approach me in need. Especially you dear. Tell me, how many mudbloods have you interacted with recently?"