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

Harry woke up bright and early this morning. Today was his eleventh birthday, the day he'd receive a letter from Hogwarts and start school with Draco! Draco had been waiting for this letter since last month, having repeatedly confirmed with Aunt Sif and Uncle Luke that he wasn't a Squib. Finally, today! This exciting moment had arrived!

He was a little too excited to sleep and woke up very early in the morning. What he looked forward to most was his birthday every year. It was his happiest day, and all his relatives and friends would gather together to celebrate his birthday.

His memories before the age of six were a bit fuzzy, and he firmly believed that all the suffering he had endured was for the opportunity to meet Draco and the others at that time. He couldn't say this in front of them, otherwise the godfather would spray him with venom again.

And then there's Draco. He always gives everyone all sorts of unexpected gifts on their birthdays. He's too lazy to hide his difference now. If he asks pretentiously, he'll only get a perfunctory response from Merlin. There's nothing he can do but pamper him. Can't he fight him?

He received a wand on his last birthday. It was about 5 meters long, dark purple, and covered with mysterious patterns. There was a glittering purple crystal on the top, and tiny arcs of electricity were emitted around it.

He had seen the same ones at Uncle Luke's, Aunt Cissy's, and Sif's, except for the details and the color.

Draco had wrapped the gift in Nimbus 2000 packaging. Seeing the long gift box, even Aunt Cissy thought Draco had given up on scaring everyone every year and given them a broomstick instead.

When they opened it, everyone realized they had underestimated Draco. He never followed the beaten path, always giving out bizarre and dangerous things. Luckily, this one could be shrunk down and hung around the neck. Snape had originally been hesitant about Harry holding this wand, thinking it was too dangerous.

But when Aunt Cissy said that the greatest danger was Draco, Snape was silent for a rare moment, and finally agreed reluctantly.

Isn't that pretty good? Compared to the Australian eggplant eye he gave Lucius last time, Draco has been very restrained. Snape consoled himself. He figured that of the two little goblins, Harry was the more sensible and mature. Even with a wand, he could probably curb Draco's sudden whims occasionally, right? ...right?

Of course, Draco is still as cute as ever, but he seems to have used up his goodness in the first five years (as Narcissa said). Of course, it doesn't mean that he has been spoiled like a devil. On the contrary, he is gentle, kind and polite, and does not seem like a child raised by two Slytherins.

Draco read many, many books, but no one knew how many he had read, because as he grew up, the voice of his inner thoughts gradually became audible only when he was eating melons. At other times, even if he was obviously distracted and thinking about something, it could not be heard.

To be honest, this made those in the know feel relieved. The more they spent time with Draco, the more they couldn't help but like him. Eavesdropping on a child's inner thoughts always made them feel guilty, especially when facing those gray-blue eyes that were full of trust and sincerity.

But because Draco read so much, he always did some fantastic experiments. For example, long ago, Lucius and Narcissa almost forgot whether carving magic patterns into the body would change a wizard's physique. Could a Squib be given magical powers?

His behavior was sternly stopped. They didn't want Draco to conduct experiments on human bodies. People's bottom line would be slowly lowered. They didn't want Draco to become the next Dark Lord. It wasn't that they had any objections to this, but this road was difficult to walk. No one wanted their baby to be hurt.

So in his spare time, Draco started to work out some bizarre potion recipes, which made Snape love and hate him. He loved that Draco's talent for potions was obviously very strong, not inferior to Snape himself, but he hated that he didn't use it in the right way at all.

What is this? A potion that turns your hair into rainbow colors? Experiments have shown that giving this to magical creatures can soothe them and make them feel more favorable towards the person who gave them the potion. The effects are also long-lasting, lasting up to a month.

This will definitely be a favorite and must-have potion for those Hufflepuffs! That's what the potion shop owner who tested the potion for him said.

But Draco didn't take it to heart at all. He just wanted to change his hair color on a whim. He thought colorful hair would best suit his status. So for a month, everyone in Malfoy Manor felt that their eyes were seriously polluted by light. The only one who thought Draco had great aesthetic taste was Ginny who came to visit.

Draco also possessed a high talent for alchemy. He crafted the wands he gifted to family and friends himself, and they were rated as top-grade by the system. As for materials, Draco was probably incredibly lucky, always finding rare treasures in the lottery. Wand materials? Easy as pie.

Thinking of this, Harry missed Draco a little.

Harry looked out the window. It was still dark, but he really couldn't sleep. After thinking for a while, he quietly took the pillow embroidered with his name and sneaked into Draco's room.

Draco was half asleep when he saw a dark figure standing in front of his bed. His heart stopped beating. He subconsciously tried to summon his wand when he heard a familiar voice from the dark figure. "Draco, Draco, are you awake?"

Draco took a closer look in the light of the night light. It was Harry. He slowed down, silently moved back, and lifted the quilt to signal Harry to come in.

Harry got into bed excitedly and placed his pillow solemnly next to Draco's pillow. His big emerald eyes blinked as he looked at Draco expectantly. With Draco's tacit consent, he cheered softly, hugged Draco, and whispered contentedly.

"How long have you been standing there? You're freezing! It's a good thing it's summer, or you'd definitely catch a cold." Draco complained softly. "Just now I almost pulled out my wand to hit you, standing like a ghost at the head of my bed."

"No way, Xiaolong. Sorry, Xiaolong, today is my birthday and I'm so excited." Harry smiled innocently. Draco always recognized him, so he was not worried. "What's Xiaolong's gift? I'm really curious, I really want to know..."

Draco rested his head on Harry's arm, feeling a bit sleepy again. He patted Harry lightly in dissatisfaction. "Come on, little birthday boy, this morning is family time and you still have to open everyone's presents. Ron and the others will be here at noon, and there's a dance tonight. If you don't get some sleep, everyone will just see a Harry Potter with dark circles under his eyes."

Harry hugged Draco and sighed, muttering softly, "What can I do if I can't sleep?...Okay, okay..." Harry's voice became softer and softer under Draco's glare.

Draco closed his eyes contentedly. Harry stared, unable to believe Draco had fallen asleep. After a moment, he felt a little sleepy himself. He sighed softly, contentedly holding Draco in his arms as they drifted off to sleep. The two of them cuddled together, their heads resting against each other. Their faces, now teenagers, still had baby fat. Their sleeping faces looked peaceful and beautiful.

This was the scene Narcissa saw when she walked in and called them. She couldn't help but smile, but then she thought about how Draco and Harry had grown up together, eating the same food, but he was a head shorter than Harry. And neither she nor Luke were short.

Would being simple-minded affect his height? She couldn't help but wonder, feeling a little worried. After all, Draco was so well protected. Over the years, those noble gatherings had Ron and Harry protecting them, so those with ulterior motives couldn't get close to Draco at all.

Ron seemed to be particularly talented in this area. He could always accurately identify those who had bad intentions. Luke couldn't help but change his opinion of this silly, playful and food-loving little boy.

He quietly complained that he thought those who played Wizard Chess well were those with sharp and unique analytical skills. Was this kid just playing the pig to eat the tiger? He also said sourly that Arthur was not smart, but his son was quite smart.

Narcissa couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. The Malfoy family had only one son in the family for generations. Lucius envied Arthur for having so many children. But when she asked him if he wanted to have another one, Lucius just smiled and shook his head, saying that he didn't want to burden her. Draco was very good, better than expected, and he had no other requests.

"Mom?" Draco heard Narcissa's laughter in a daze. He rubbed his eyes, struggled to get up from Harry's arms, and pushed Harry awake at the same time. After all, Draco couldn't pull Harry away.

Harry opened his eyes drowsily and saw Aunt Cissy looking at him tenderly and a little playfully beside the bed. Harry blushed, knowing that Aunt Cissy had discovered that he had sneaked over this morning. He smiled foolishly, patted his head, and received a good morning kiss from Draco.

"Hurry up and wash up, everyone is waiting for you two downstairs."