After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

"Get out! Get out of my house! You are not welcome here!" When Harry fainted, Draco immediately stood up worriedly, regardless of his usual manners, and wanted to support Harry who was falling forward. Unfortunately, he was too small and his arms were short. Fortunately, his godfather picked up Harry who was leaning forward in time. He saw that his godfather looked panicked and rarely showed any emotion. His parents surrounded Harry with concern to check on his condition.

Draco couldn't help but tear up. Seeing Sirius standing there in despair, he became furious and pointed at Sirius and shouted, "Dorothy! Get this stupid, disgusting dog out of here!"

Draco couldn't help but blame himself. He knew very well that Harry had not had a good life in the past, but that was all from what 65 said. He only then realized that those things had been in Harry's heart. He should be better to Harry, a little better, so that Harry wouldn't always be cautious and wouldn't always recall those nightmarish lives.

Narcissa quickly hugged her little dragon in her arms, soothing him and stopping Draco's irrational behavior.

"Don't worry, Xiaolong. Harry was just distracted and his emotions fluctuated so much that he fainted. He'll wake up soon after your godfather brews a tranquilizer for him to drink. It's all our fault. We started a quarrel right in front of you kids. You're all only six years old. Oh my god, we were so irrational. When Harry wakes up, Mom will have to apologize to him."

Narcissa felt a little regretful. The adults hadn't paid attention to the children's feelings, and were just arguing among themselves. It was really... so wrong. She secretly warned herself not to let her emotions get the better of her, especially when the children were present.

"Mom, Harry is very sad, and Xiaolong is sad too." Draco couldn't help shedding tears in his mother's warm embrace. "Xiaolong is the older brother, and Xiaolong should take good care of Harry... Xiaolong didn't take good care of Harry..."

He couldn't help sobbing softly, feeling overwhelmed. Everything that happened today was so sudden. He had happily gone out for a trip, but when he came back, he was bombarded with all kinds of explosive news, like riding a roller coaster.

"No, it's not Xiaolong's fault." After checking, Snape found that Harry was just unconscious due to excessive emotional fluctuations and he breathed a sigh of relief. He took out a fruit-flavored potion specially developed for two children who didn't like the taste of potions and fed it to Harry. He gently laid Harry on the sofa, took the blanket from Doris and covered Harry with it, and refuted Draco's words without thinking.

If there is any fault, it is only these adults who are wrong.

How could a six-year-old child, two six-year-old children wanting to protect each other, be wrong? He, as a godfather, was only immersed in self-blame, secretly delighted that the stupid dog was speechless after being scolded, and did not notice Harry's abnormality.

As he listened to the child calmly reveal his scars, he realized how much he had failed in his duty as a godfather. He felt guilty about Lily's trust in him, and also about Harry's trust and reliance on him...

Lucius watched his wife, children, and close friends spiral into a cycle of self-blame, unable to process his own complex emotions. It was time for him to take on the mantle of head of the household.

Lucius quickly interrupted their spellcasting. "Hey, listen, you're both doing the right thing!" he soothed. "Please, you don't want Harry to wake up and have me comfort you one by one, do you? I think we should wait until Harry wakes up and have a good chat with him, right?"

Lucius has always believed that nothing is more important than family. Power and wealth are just the best gifts for his family, and they can pursue their dreams as they wish.

He always told the two children that no matter what they encountered, they could come to him, Sissy and Sever and talk to him. Out of respect for Harry, he did not check on Harry's life at his aunt's house. He knew that children of this age all had inexplicable self-esteem.

Maybe after a while, Harry would be willing to talk about this past event? Then they would definitely sit together by the warm fireplace and give Harry a big, warm hug.

Dumbledore felt guilty because it was he who insisted on sending Harry to his aunt. He believed that an environment full of flattery was not conducive to Harry's growth, so he sent him to Petunia Evans.

He knew Harry wasn't doing well, and Mrs. Figg would regularly update him on Harry's progress. But he didn't take it seriously, believing, in his superiority, that only through hardship could a savior overcome the hype and grow into a true savior...

He could have a million reasons to excuse himself, but now, facing the hurt hidden in a child's heart, he couldn't find the words to excuse himself - this hurt would not fade with time, he buried it in his heart, even if it was healed on the outside, it would still rot there, reminding Harry all the time.

He stood silently, watching the various lives, and was shocked to realize that he had placed himself in too high a position. He had hurt many people in the name of justice. Because of his failure, he was wary of all people who were similar to Gellert.

He allowed the other three houses to exclude Slytherin because he could only see Gellert and Riddle in Slytherin. He thought he was in control of the situation, and his prejudice blinded his eyes. Perhaps he was an unqualified headmaster.

He thought of Minerva. Perhaps Minerva would do better... She was a true Gryffindor. She loved Hogwarts, was impartial, and fair. Even the Slytherin students liked her, even though she was the Head of Gryffindor.

Although Lucius disliked Dumbledore and Sirius, he could not ignore Dumbledore's sighs. What's the point of you sighing here? His child is just temporarily unconscious. What's the meaning of him sighing here, as if Harry will never wake up.

He forced a fake smile and said in a pretentious tone, "I think the child should have a good rest. This is not a good place to have a conversation, is it? Perhaps you two would like to step into the evil Malfoy's study?" Even Sirius, who was not online, could hear the sarcasm in his tone.

"Oh, Lucius, you know, I don't think so." Dumbledore touched his nose awkwardly. "It's true that this isn't a good place to have this conversation. Let's go somewhere else. At least we should solve Sirius's problem sooner rather than later." He hinted that he had also discovered that Sirius could hear, and what he was going to say next was not suitable for children to hear.

"Cissy, take Sev and send Harry and the little dragon back to the bedroom first, then come to the study to meet us." Lucius knew that Snape disliked his brother-in-law, so he wanted to give Snape some time to adjust and be a little calmer in front of this stupid dog. Well, as long as they didn't curse each other, he would be thankful. After all, the conversation that followed was not very friendly to Sirius.

Narcissa naturally understood what Lucius had not yet expressed. She patted Draco in her arms soothingly, exchanged glances with Lucius, ignored Dumbledore and Sirius beside her, and leisurely took the children upstairs. Of course, it was Sev who held Harry.

Sirius's eyes followed Harry's movements, and he was a little confused. He muttered, "James..."

Lucius had very keen senses, and even though the voice was very soft, he still heard it. He was almost laughing out of anger, "He's not James Potter! Open your eyes and take a good look. He's Harry, and only Harry!"

Snape, who was walking up the stairs, paused. He felt the child in his arms tremble at that moment. He realized that Harry had woken up and heard what Lucius said. Snape held Harry's hand tightly. He really wanted to curse the stupid dog, but he couldn't help it.

"Hanging upside down!" "Throat lock!" He slowly retracted his wand, held the awakened Harry in one hand, glanced coldly at Sirius whose eyes were filled with anger, and followed Narcissa upstairs who did not move but just looked at him coldly.

Sirius's anger dissipated like ice water when it came into contact with those green eyes that had awakened at some point. There was only a hint of disappointment in those eyes, and finally they calmed down and didn't look at him again.

Sirius subconsciously wanted to call out to Harry, but he couldn't speak. His head, which was hung upside down and a little congested, began to become foggy and he couldn't think... It seemed that he had hurt his sensitive and fragile godson again...

Lucius sighed and put Sirius down, but did not unban him. He wondered what all the time was like...

No one expected Harry to wake up so quickly, and they looked at each other in silence. Draco saw that Harry had woken up and was hesitant to speak. He begged his mother to let him sleep with Harry today, and the two adults agreed after a brief thought.

After all, there are some things Harry may not be willing to talk about with adults, but he is definitely willing to tell Draco. He can't refuse Draco, or he doesn't want to refuse at all. He just wants to stay with the little dragon now.

Narcissa kissed the foreheads of the two little babies, gently left a small lamp on for them, and left the room with Snape, who had been silent all the time.

After the adults left, Draco held Harry's hand tightly and turned sideways to face Harry head-on.

Said softly to Harry.

"Harry, it's just the two of us now. If you want to cry, just hug me. No one will see."