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

"Yes, the Godfather's feelings towards Voldemort, or more precisely, Tom Riddle, are indeed very complicated."

Draco nodded slightly, his tone somewhat ambiguous.

Harry's eyes suddenly widened.

He's not stupid! Lucius sighed in the past, thinking that before Tom Riddle became as volatile as he was later on, he was a very charismatic person, otherwise he wouldn't have so many fans.

As for the so-called pure-blood glory? No kidding.

Even the self-righteous and arrogant Lucius Malfoy would never take such an illusory thing seriously.

You know, the reason why they followed Voldemort so wholeheartedly was not because of the so-called pure-blood glory they talked about.

It was because under the circumstances at the time, the characteristics displayed by Voldemort all met the strict requirements of those pure-blood wizards for leaders.

Is anyone really so naive as to think that they don't know about Tom Riddle's unknown past?

Don’t they know that the Dark Lord who makes the entire wizarding world tremble is actually a half-blood wizard?

Of course not, it’s just that no one wants to make this matter clear.

After all, no one is a complete fool.

When Lucius talked to Harry before, he had analyzed the reasons in detail.

As the saying goes, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles." Lucius hopes that Harry can deeply understand that everyone is complex and multifaceted.

Whether it is a seemingly righteous hero or a notorious villain, there may be unknown secrets and contradictions hidden deep inside.

It is these deeply buried truths that constitute each complete and real individual.

Why would they choose to support Voldemort, even though Voldemort was almost insane in his later years?

In fact, the reason is not complicated.

Dumbledore, the highly respected white wizard, seemed fair and selfless on the surface, but in fact he took away huge benefits that should have belonged to the pure-blood nobles.

In the relatively closed and limited world of the wizarding world, resources and power are like a delicious cake of fixed size.

For those who desire more power, they do not have much objection to others gaining a certain degree of power.

However, on the one hand, Dumbledore pretended to be humble and declined various prestigious positions and honors, while on the other hand, he secretly placed a large number of his confidants in various key and important positions.

This seemingly contradictory behavior undoubtedly caused deep dissatisfaction among the pure-blood nobles.

What made these nobles even more indignant was that Dumbledore not only consolidated his own power through these means, but also ruthlessly suppressed the pure-blood nobles.

This blatant favoritism and injustice made the pure-blood nobles, who already thought highly of themselves and believed they deserved more privileges, feel that their status was seriously threatened.

However, he controls Hogwarts, so the pure-bloods dare not act rashly.

At this time, Voldemort appeared and claimed to be the heir of Slytherin.

Hogwarts is the property of Slytherin, which is known to all families with some history.

So it was natural for them to side with Voldemort.

When Lucius was teaching Harry, he often warned Harry to learn to look at the long term.

Looking back, it was precisely because he was too stupid and short-sighted, always limiting his attention to that small corner of the wizarding world, failing to see the overall situation and plan ahead, that the Malfoy family was ultimately controlled by others for a period of time.

Thinking of this, Harry's heart couldn't help but ripple, and some vague and bold guesses emerged in his mind...

Lucius and the others never avoided Harry when discussing these things, so Harry knew something about the situation.

However, when the topic involved his beloved godfather and the dreaded Dark Lord, Harry found it difficult to imagine what kind of complicated relationship they had.

Could it be that there really is some hidden past between the Godfather and Tom Riddle? Is this true? This is simply unbelievable!

Harry, who always likes to imagine, instantly imagined many stories that had to be told between Snape and Riddle...

"I'm not really sure about the details. But do you remember the alternate world we visited earlier? When Voldemort died, I happened to notice that the godfather in that world had a very subtle and complex feeling towards Voldemort."

Draco said slowly as he recalled the scene.

"I think the same might be said of our godfather."

Harry was filled with shock and confusion, but for some reason, it was not as difficult for him to accept as he had imagined.

Perhaps it was because his trust in the Godfather was already deeply rooted; or perhaps it was because he knew that everyone had their own secrets and complex experiences.

"Harry, if you care, you can just make him disappear." These words were like a key that instantly opened the closed door of Harry's heart and brought him back to reality.

Harry's heart softened when he saw Draco looking at him seriously.

Draco continued, "And it's just my guess. There are differences between the two worlds."

After hearing what Draco said, Harry nodded slightly in agreement.

Having said that, both Draco and Harry knew that if there was any difference, it must have been after Draco was born.

The matter between Snape and Riddle happened before this.

But everything depends on the attitude and ideas of the Godfather himself.

After all, only the Godfather knew the true story behind his and Tom Riddle's past.

Harry could naturally tell the difference between Tom Riddle and Voldemort. After all, there were obvious differences between them.

But then again, if the Godfather is interested in him, it wouldn't be a bad idea to keep him around as a little pet.

"It depends on what the godfather thinks." Harry shook his head slightly, indicating that he did not want to interfere too much in this matter.

Then, he quickly reached out and grabbed Draco, and held him tightly in his arms with an unquestionable attitude.

"Well, dear Xiaolong, it's late today and you need to get some rest."

After saying that, he casually threw the crystal ball to the side.

Anyway, it's just a magic prop and it's not that easy to damage.

The crystal ball spun rapidly on the smooth floor, like a marble out of control, until it hit the wall and slowly stopped rolling.

Draco smiled so hard that his eyes curved into two crescents, and his delicate face looked particularly beautiful and charming.

Hehe, he just saw Tom Riddle jumping up and down in anger. It was funny.

He was a little eager and suddenly wanted to pick up the crystal ball and throw it again.

As for the intimacy between him and Harry? He was used to it.

Besides, they are a serious couple now, aren't they?

Seeing Draco's calm expression, Harry, who was a little frustrated, began to doubt his own charm.

However, when Harry looked at Draco's brilliant smile, although he didn't understand why Draco was laughing, his mood couldn't help but become brighter and cheerful.

He patted Draco's back gently a few times and whispered, "Okay, close your eyes and go to sleep quickly."

Draco nodded and obediently pulled the quilt over himself. His long platinum hair that fell like a waterfall now looked a little messy and scattered casually on the dark green pillow.

He seemed not to be warm enough, so he tugged at the quilt a little harder, moving it upwards, revealing only a pair of big, watery gray-blue eyes.

These eyes were clear and bright, and were now looking at Harry expectantly, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, dazzling and brilliant.

Harry laughed and shook his head slightly.

He gently reached out his hand and carefully pulled down the quilt that covered Draco's face, then leaned over and gently kissed Draco's forehead. His voice was low and magnetic, and it was so soft.

"Don't bury your face in it, it will make you feel stuffy. Also, good night and sweet dreams, baby."

Draco closed his eyes contentedly, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised in a smile.

Perhaps he was indeed a little tired during the day, and before long, Draco fell into a deep sleep, his breathing steady and even.

Harry looked at Draco's peaceful sleeping face quietly, his eyes focused.

He raised his fingers and, in an almost reverent gesture, vaguely traced the outline of Draco's face in the air, from the high bridge of his nose to the graceful lines of his chin, every detail was carefully memorized in his mind.

He moved closer to Draco contentedly, opened his arms, and held his beloved tightly in his arms.

He took a deep breath, and his nose was instantly filled with Draco's unique scent, which made him feel extremely at ease.

Has Draco changed to a new shower gel recently?

Harry was keenly aware that there seemed to be some subtle changes in Draco.

The familiar scent of green apples disappeared, replaced by a faint, indescribable warm smell.

They leaned so close that Harry and Draco's foreheads touched lightly.

The two people's breathing intertwined in an instant, one steady, the other warm and rapid.

Even the randomly scattered hair seemed to have lost its boundaries at this moment, entangled with each other, and it was impossible to tell who they belonged to.

Black and platinum blend...

Black and white, cold and warm, two completely different colors appear so harmonious at this moment...

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"what?"

Snape's eyes widened in disbelief, his face filled with shock, he couldn't believe what he heard.

He couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with his ears at such a young age.

Oh no, maybe he was really old, so that he couldn't even understand such simple and clear "human words" for a while.

Snape felt a surge of anger rushing to his head, and he was almost laughing out of anger. Listen to what his good godson just said.

Draco took a deep breath. Harry, who was standing beside him, saw this and quickly waved his wand to cast a soundproofing spell in Snape's office.

"I! Say! Godfather! You! Want! My! Wife! No!!"

Draco's earth-shattering shout was like a thunderclap exploding in Snape's ears, making Snape's head buzz and go blank.

What are you talking about, you little bastard! What do you mean you want a wife but not one?!

Although the sound was isolated in the room, the scene before him still made Harry struggle to hold back his laughter. His handsome face was almost distorted from trying so hard to suppress a smile.

"Um, it seems like I came at the wrong time?" A soft and melodious female voice came from behind the three people with some hesitation.

The three of them turned their heads at the same time as if they had been electrocuted, and saw Narcissa standing there gracefully.

The teleportation magic circle under her feet flickered with a faint light and gradually disappeared into the floor as she arrived.

Narcissa raised her slender eyebrows slightly, and there was obvious teasing in her beautiful eyes.

She walked gracefully to the sofa, sat down slowly, and looked at the three people in front of her with different and slightly embarrassed expressions with interest, finding it very interesting.

"Mom~ Why are you here? What a coincidence!"

Draco walked up to Narcissa with a look of surprise, hugged her arm affectionately, and winked at Harry.

Harry touched his nose guiltily, pretending not to see Snape's cold eyes, and walked calmly to Draco and sat down.

"Is there a possibility that I have an appointment with Severus today?" Narcissa said softly with a gentle smile on her face. She reached out and gently stroked Draco's head.

She didn't say much. This meeting was not about anything particularly important. It was just about some minor issues regarding the assembly line of potions. Narcissa came to ask Snape for advice.

Of course, it also allows you to escape from your busy schedule and relax a bit.

"By the way, I think I heard someone mention the word 'wife' just now?" She glanced at Snape, who had just taken his seat, teasingly, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly. "Your godfather has no shortage of suitors."

"Perhaps in the eyes of some people, like my godsons, they might think that no one would like a greasy, spooky bat like me. It's just like those Muggle students who hate the school principal."

Upon hearing this, Snape snorted coldly and responded in his usual sarcastic tone.

Snape snorted coldly and said sarcastically, "Perhaps in my godson's opinion, no one would like a greasy big bat, just like Muggle students don't like the dean of studies."

I have to say that Snape's words were a bit exaggerated.

After all, he is now far away from those negative images, and both his appearance and temperament have changed a lot.

These words have nothing to do with him now.