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

Blaise Zabini was a handsome, dark-skinned young man, his narrow, slightly slanted brown eyes giving him the affectionate look Pansy would say. His mother, Madam Zabini, was a beautiful and renowned witch, her seven marriages a source of much fascination, and each of her deceased husbands left her with a substantial inheritance.

Pansy Parkinson, also one of the twenty-eight pure-blood nobles, has short black hair, a pretty face, and a somewhat arrogant and sarcastic personality.

They were all new friends Draco, Harry, and Ron had made in the last month. Although their disguises weren't perfect, and they always had that pure-blood air of superiority, Draco and Harry didn't mind. They were just ordinary friends; after all, they would definitely interact with each other in the future.

Moreover, Harry knew that his enemy was not dead yet. He wanted to accumulate strength and rally all the forces he could so that the noseless bald man would have no one to use!

Snape had told Harry everything long before, and the two had a long conversation, including the fact that Snape had revealed the prophecy.

Indeed, for a long time, Harry couldn't face his beloved godfather. Later, a letter from his mother and Aunt Cissy encouraged him to talk to Snape and not to keep everything in his heart. Harry finally mustered up the courage to have a longer conversation with Snape than before.

No one knew what they said, but they both came out with red eyes, and the atmosphere between them became more harmonious. This was a big blow to Sirius, who was secretly thinking that he had finally come to prominence.

"What? Ron, are you jealous?" Blaise asked frivolously. Why hadn't he noticed how amusing this youngest Weasley son was before? Judging by the way he was guarding his food, he wasn't one of those idiots like Crabbe and Goyle who only cared about food. Speaking of Crabbe and Goyle, it seemed they weren't there this time.

"I'm not a small wood." Ron slurred his words as he ate the small cake that Blaise had just handed him. Blaise was a pretty good person after all.

"What are you talking about? What's not small?" Harry finally got rid of those noble ladies, walked over and sat next to Draco, and took the pumpkin juice handed to him.

"It's said that our savior is so charming that those noble ladies are vying to introduce themselves to him," Draco joked.

"Oh, come on, Draco," Harry's eyes darkened, but he quickly returned to normal without anyone noticing. He changed the subject. "They don't know me, and they're still young, right? Whose daughter has Draco set his sights on?" That's right, only eleven...

"No, I don't. I don't want to get married. I want to be a great wizard!" Draco retorted, "Women will only slow down the speed at which I draw my wand!" That's right, our Draco has been poisoned by strange novels again recently. He and Harry have discovered some super interesting and good novels this time, and they even invited the Weasley brothers and Sirius to appreciate them together at noon.

Everyone couldn't help but laugh when this was said. Our Draco is still young. It's not that Draco isn't smart. He's even better at business than his father, and his investments have never failed. Over the years, Ron and the twins have shamelessly begged Draco to invest their pocket money.

As for magic, Lucius had suspected more than once that he would be sorted into Ravenclaw, and he had even mentally prepared for it. For example, neither of his two children was prepared to go to Slytherin.

The main reason was that Draco was completely clueless about relationships. Or maybe it was just that his appearance made it difficult to joke with him or say anything rather rude.

He looked so harmless, his delicate features shimmering like his hair. He always wore a smile, and his large, clear, gray-blue eyes were bright. Furthermore, because he was a light element, there was always a light element around him that constantly drew him closer. Even the most bad-tempered person would be tempted to speak to him in a more gentle tone.

People who have met him and Lucius have more than once suspected that the Malfoys really don't have any Veela blood. But upon closer inspection, you'd think the term "Veela" is a bit insulting to the Malfoys. It's not that Veela are bad, but the Malfoys have a saintly, beautiful look. The exact opposite of a Veela.

Damn it, a former Death Eater actually has a holy aura. This made people who didn't believe that the Malfoy family was controlled by the Imperius Curse by He Who Must Not Be Named after the war become a little suspicious.

The latest gossip is that because Malfoy is so handsome, the man with the unpleasant name couldn't get him and so he put him under the Imperius Curse and kept him by his side to admire him. Lucius can only say that this is ridiculous, he has nothing to do with Voldemort!

This is gay England... Ugh, this is England, not gay England, okay? The person who spread the rumor is absolutely despicable, intending to destroy his family harmony!

"Whose child is that over there?" Harry saw Draco's face puffed up with anger because of the smiles on their faces. Although it was cute, Draco was still scary when he was angry. His eyes were wandering, trying to find something to divert Draco's attention.

He saw a little boy with a round face and a slightly plump figure standing in the corner of the banquet. He stood there uncomfortably, and it was obvious that this was his first time attending such an event. Harry confirmed that he had never seen this boy before.

"Neville Longbottom." Blaise looked in the direction of his finger and smiled knowingly, "Maybe you are not familiar with his name, but he was born at the end of July like you. Maybe you can remember him now." Blaise knew that Harry would not be angry about this. He still had some common sense.

"It's Neville Longbottom." Draco stroked his chin, his eyes narrowed slightly, but he quickly regained his harmless demeanor. He thought of what his mother had told him about the Longbottom couple. He could sense that his mother seemed to feel a little guilty about them.

Is it because of his aunt in Azkaban? Mom seems a little unhappy recently. I heard from Dad that after giving them a lesson that day, Mom went to Azkaban and came back unhappy.

Oh, Mom is too focused on family, Draco thought with some annoyance. If the Longbottoms get better, will Mom's bad mood caused by Auntie also get better?

"Well, Xiaolong, the one that The Godfather hasn't officially announced yet." Harry didn't like seeing Draco's troubled look, and after a little thought he figured out why Draco was like this. Narcissa introduced the intricate network of relationships among the nobles to both of them.

He thought of the potion that the Godfather had developed not long ago. It was very effective against damage left by irreversible spells, such as Cruciatus Curse, Imperius Curse, and Obliviate. It was an accident during the development of the genetic potion, but it was a good accident, wasn't it?

It just so happened that the Godfather gave them several bottles. This potion will be published soon, so it would be nice to use it as a favor now.

Draco felt it was inappropriate for him to go there. After all, Bella Lestrange was his biological aunt. Harry gave Draco a look, stood up, and walked towards the corner. 'Harry always knows what I'm thinking.' Draco wondered what if he and Harry were sorted into different houses? He would be sad. He wouldn't be used to not having Harry around.

No idea what the two talked about. Draco only saw Neville Longbottom smile at him gratefully, and then he carefully held two bottles of potion in his hands and nervously went to find his grandmother.

When Harry came back, he saw Draco's watery eyes staring at him without blinking, and his heart softened. He walked over and ruffled his smooth hair. Without saying much, the two of them just looked at each other and understood what each other meant.

Lucius was surprised when he was stopped by Madam Longbottom while holding Narcissa's hand, because to be honest, he didn't think that Madam Longbottom came for Malfoy, but more likely for Harry, so what is the situation now?

"I'm so sorry to bother you, but my grandson just gave me this. I think it must be a treasure from the Malfoy family, but this potion is very important to our family. I'd like to ask if you are willing to sell it. Anything is fine."

Augusta Longbottom, Longbottom's grandmother, clutched the two bottles of potion tightly in her hands. She knew such precious items were probably the Malfoy family's treasures, and that the child was ignorant enough to give them away. She should return them. However, the thought of her son and daughter-in-law in the hospital made her feel conflicted.

Even if this medicine doesn't work as well as the child said, it's good enough if it can alleviate the pain of my son and daughter-in-law...