Luke tried his best to hold back the impulse in his heart. He knew that he couldn't get rid of the control of this thing, but he still didn't want to continue to fall.
His body was getting worse and worse. He kept trembling, but he still stubbornly threw the white powder on the table. He stood up and wanted to walk out of the room alone, but when he took the first step, he fell directly to the ground.
"Ah..." Luke couldn't help making a painful sound and curled up.
And his finger also scratched a blood mark on the ground.
"My child..."
He couldn't help but think of his own child, which was still young. The more he wanted to control himself, the more it seemed to know that he was trying his best to get rid of it, which made him feel even worse.
At this moment, Hermione sensed the sudden disappearance of Luke, and a sense of uneasiness arose in her heart. She could not help but look for his trace in the room.