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

Draco looked up at the moonless and starry night sky, a little stunned.

Harry didn't say anything, just stayed with Draco quietly.

He turned his head to look at Draco, who seemed a little dazed for some reason, and his heart skipped a beat.

For a moment he felt that Draco was very far away from him, and his inner uneasiness reached its peak at this moment.

Harry had always known that Draco had a secret, and he thought that the small part he had seen was the whole thing, but at this moment, he found that he had no idea what Draco was thinking.

This was something he couldn't tolerate.

So he decisively tried.

"What is Draco thinking?" Harry asked softly, his tone full of caution and tentativeness.

"...thinking, Harry Potter." Draco turned his head, stared at Harry expressionlessly, and suddenly smiled.

He was indeed thinking about Harry just now. When they ran to the astronomical observatory hand in hand, he suddenly thought of the scene when he pointed his wand at Dumbledore and Harry was hiding below.

Those long-lost memories were originally hidden in his mind, but for some reason he suddenly remembered them.

He wondered what Harry had thought of him in their first life.

If...he reminded Harry of that memory, how would he react?

However, this evil thought only stayed in his mind for a short while before it disappeared like smoke.

He couldn't bear to treat Harry like this.

Harry was inside him... inside him?

Draco was a little confused.

He didn't know how to judge Harry's position in his heart.

He was incredibly possessive of Harry, and he knew it.

In those thousands of memories, he could tell that something was wrong with 'Draco' and 'Harry'.

But he didn't know the reason.

The hand under the cloak covered his heart.

Draco knew some of his quirks.

From a very young age, he was always able to keenly perceive other people's negative emotions.

But in his perception, the care of his parents and the love of his godfather were all empty.

He also always thought that happiness and love were empty.

Even if 65's appearance repaired the damage to his soul and he could feel those positive emotions, he still didn't understand.

Until he had more and more love, more and more, so much love that it was about to overflow.

He felt a slight difference.

Only then can he give good feedback to those who love him.

Dad’s love is like Malfoy Manor, tough and airtight;

Mother's love is like a gentle sea, embracing everything, but it can also cause waves because of her;

The godfather's love was like a magic potion, protecting him and teaching him;

The love of friends is like sunflowers blooming all over the mountains, full of vigor and vitality...

Only Harry seemed to have always been different.

Draco sniffed the strong scent of love in the air and smiled.

Harry's love, as omnipresent as the air, surrounded him tightly.

Domineering and suffocating.

It was indeed Draco's favorite.

So...Harry is different.

Draco's expressionless face actually made Harry's heart skip a beat.

Draco rarely had a cold face, and he had never been cold to Harry.

Harry felt flustered when he looked so sullen, and began to wonder if he had done something wrong recently.

But Draco soon smiled, and while he breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't help but be intoxicated by the picture.

He had always known that Draco was handsome, and he had fallen into the web of Draco countless times and couldn't extricate himself.

But on a night like this, the moonlight sprinkled around Draco, as if covering him with a hazy and light veil.

The platinum blonde hair seemed to be shining even on the strands.

With a smile, those gray-blue eyes were like a river breaking through the ice, with a kind of tenderness in them.

Harry had always known what he felt.

He liked... no, he loved Draco.

Maybe it was love at first sight when they were young, maybe it was the days and nights of companionship, or maybe it was the discovery of Draco's inner world after unraveling the mystery.

He loved Draco.

This is not because he is young and ignorant. On the contrary, Harry has experienced a lot and he is not so-called young and frivolous.

He is mature, calm and incredibly rational.

His heart is serious.

This feeling is also serious.

He did not deny Draco's beauty, but he loved Draco's tough and mysterious soul even more.

That was what made him always unconsciously attracted to Draco and unconsciously focus his eyes on Draco.

Harry saw Draco's empty heart, which was gradually filled with love.

He is not afraid.

He offered his full love almost devoutly.

Whether it's family, friendship, or love, he can give it to Draco.

Harry couldn't believe it when Draco said he was thinking about him.

His heart was suddenly filled with a sour feeling.

He met Draco's eyes and saw a seed sprouting in them.

He suddenly felt a little overwhelmed.

It is the secret joy and the sudden panic, which finally turns into unspoken tenderness.

They just stared at each other silently in the moonlight, as if they said a lot, but at the same time, they said nothing.

The hands under the cloak were clasped again at some point.

It's the kind where fingers are clasped together.

Familiar footsteps and the smell of potion came from behind the two of them.

Draco and Harry finally came to their senses, but they froze at the same time.

Oh, I forgot who...

"Well, well, leaving behind all the classmates who were ready to celebrate for them, the two youngest warriors of our Hogwarts are hiding in the astronomical observatory to enjoy the peace and quiet."

Snape's black robe and hair moved in the wind, and the long-lost sarcastic voice made Draco and Harry afraid to turn their heads.

"Why don't they dare look back at their poor godfather? Is it because they feel guilty?"

Snape's face was gloomy, and when he spat out two names from the Goblet of Fire, his mood was visibly unhappy.

He knew that Draco or Dumbledore must have done something.

By the time Draco and Harry's names were uttered, his expression had become unbearable.

But he rarely had a good mood, so his classmates didn't think much of it.

Only Professor McGonagall and the others standing in the same row knew how terrifying Snape's aura was.

Professor McGonagall patted Snape's shoulder sympathetically and looked at Dumbledore with disapproval.

Not knowing the strength of Draco and Harry, she just thought Dumbledore was messing around.

They all guessed that Dumbledore must have been involved in the Goblet of Fire.

She thought it was Dumbledore's doing.

That's why they chose Draco and Harry.

She knew about the conspiracy involved in the Triwizard Tournament.

But Professor McGonagall didn't want to expose Dumbledore at this time, so she planned to ask Dumbledore later.

Snape kept silent, partly for the same reason as Professor McGonagall: he couldn't bring Dumbledore down in front of a friendly school.

Secondly, he was waiting for Draco to come and explain things to him, as he believed his godson had his own considerations.

And he knew the strength of Draco and Harry.

But he also knew that Draco did not like to show off, and he had said before that he did not intend to reveal his strength in front of Voldemort.

Everything goes as it was.

Snape didn't understand why Draco suddenly changed his mind. His political acumen was almost zero.

Especially now that he can devote himself to his beloved potion career, he pays even less attention to those things.

But he waited for a long time, and there was no sign of him in the hall or the dormitory. Based on his understanding of the two of them, Snape came to the astronomical observatory without hesitation.

Sure enough, we caught two little giant monsters who were doing something unknown there.

"Godfather~" Draco immediately rushed towards Snape, hugged his waist, and looked at Snape pitifully.

Although Snape looked unhappy, he did not refuse.

Harry tried to open his eyes wide and pursed his lips, making sure that his unhappy godfather would not see the shadow of his father in him.

Although Snape rarely thought about Potter anymore, just in case, Harry cleverly thought of a trick he used when he was a child.

It doesn't matter how old the trick is, as long as it is useful.

"Tell me, was this your idea or that old bee's?" Snape said unhappily.

But the tone was obviously softer.

After all, he was his godson who grew up under his care. It was normal for children to be a little naughty and yearn to be a hero.

Snape had already found a reason in his mind for his godsons.

Mischievous? Heroic?

Maybe other students might have that kind of reaction, but Draco and Harry would never have that kind of hot-blooded reaction.

All I can say is that Draco and the others' filters will never fade in front of Snape.

However, he was worried that his lovely, simple and kind godson would be fooled by the sinister old bee.

Although Dumbledore was on their side, Snape's vigilance towards Dumbledore had not disappeared after so much time had passed.

He didn't think Dumbledore was a love-brained person.

Dumbledore had a lot to say in response to this.

He really is a love-brained person! Moreover, although he had a plan, he relied on Grindelwald's love for him before, and now he can't beat Narcissa, and he also saw what Narcissa did.

He was already a symbol of the old era. Having witnessed the rapid development of Muggles, he had a deeper understanding of the wizarding world's complacency and narrow-mindedness.

Sometimes people have to accept old age.

The previous act has ended, and he should leave the stage and leave it to someone with more ideas.

"It wasn't me, Godfather." Draco looked at Snape with a pitiful expression. "It was Bellatrix who voted for me."

"Don't give me that. Dumbledore is not that powerful. He can't change the rules in the Goblet of Fire." Snape was not fooled by Draco's attitude.

He knew clearly that Draco's attainments in formations were even better than Narcissa's.

Dumbledore? A brute who only knows how to fight.

"That's only fair. If there were only two contestants from Hogwarts, everyone would complain." Draco grinned, relying on Snape's favor.

"Yes, Godfather, our Hogwarts is the number one magic school in Europe. Only by winning the competition fairly and impartially can we convince our friendly schools and the wizarding world, right?"

Harry tugged at Snape's cloak, his tone sincere, as if he cared deeply about Hogwarts.

Snape couldn't argue with them. He opened his mouth, then closed it helplessly.

He put his arm around Draco and Harry's shoulders, just like when they were little.

"I'm just worried," he whispered softly.

"I'm just worried," Snape repeated in a low voice.

His understanding of Voldemort was beyond other people's imagination.

The God-given potion was no longer a secret, and Snape always felt that Voldemort already knew about it.

Different developments have different directions, and he can no longer comfort himself with the success of the original world.

Even though he knew that Draco and Harry were very strong, wizards often rely on intuition.

He always had a strange feeling.

He didn't know who it was directed at, but recently there was only the Triwizard Tournament.

He thought it should be about his godson.

This premonition made him uneasy and his temper became much worse recently.

Draco and Harry also noticed Snape's emotional instability. They didn't say anything, but just leaned on Snape's not-so-broad shoulders to help him calm down.

Draco just acted on a whim, he also had a hunch that he must participate in the Triwizard Tournament this time.

I didn't expect to make the Godfather worried.

But he could feel that this time it didn't seem like a bad thing...or a good thing either?

He did not use his abilities to see the future. Every time he used the authority of the world, his emotions would become much colder.

Ever since he could sense love, he was less willing to use it.

"Have you... told Narcissa and Lucius?" A faint question came from above Draco and Harry's heads.

Both of them were a little stiff with guilty conscience.

Of course, Snape felt the guilt of the two children, and raised the corners of his mouth in a happy mood.

"Hmph." He chuckled, with obvious amusement in his eyes.

"So you didn't mention anything about Bellatrix?" He looked at the increasingly stiff bodies of his two godsons, and then he mercifully let them go.

"Narcissa just wrote to ask you two that she already knows about the Triwizard Tournament, but..." Snape didn't finish his words, but looked at Draco and Harry meaningfully.

Dumbledore and he would usually inform Narcissa of what happened, but they were reluctant to talk about Bella's matter.

And they also thought that Draco or Harry would write to Narcissa to tell her.

Let Narcissa be mentally prepared.

Unexpectedly... It was only after Narcissa's letter that he realized that these two little bastards had never written back.

It was Narcissa who learned from the Saint that the Triwizard Tournament had started early.

He could feel Narcissa's heart about to explode beneath her gentle handwriting.

An idea flashed through Draco and Harry's minds at the same time.

Finished!

"Godfather! Let's go back first!" The two men hurriedly gave Snape a hug, and did not forget to kiss him goodnight, and then their backs disappeared in front of Snape.

It felt like a ghost was chasing me from behind.

After a long time, a chuckle came from the astronomical observatory.