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

[Draco pulled Harry through the crowd, turning his head from time to time to see if Harry was squeezed. He bumped into a child who was trying to squeeze out.

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"Ah! My roasted chicken leg... woooo..."

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When Draco made this expression, almost no one could refuse him. When Ron reacted, he was already dizzy and sitting at the same table with Draco and the others.

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They slowly looked up and met Snape's dark face.

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(You know it’s our little Ronnie when you see the chicken drumstick)

(We love the crispy and fragrant ones the most)

(Snape: I think the two little trolls forgot their agreement with their poor old godfather)

(Hard: spicy)

(Hahaha, what a disloyal Ron)]

Ron felt a little uneasy and forced a slightly stiff and awkward smile towards the two new friends who turned to look at him with ambiguous expressions.

At this moment, he felt like he was under the spotlight and felt uncomfortable all over.

Ron couldn't help but shudder when he thought of Professor Snape's cold face inside. That look was so terrifying! It was as if anyone could feel the chill from hell immediately if they provoked him even a little.

What surprised Ron was that he had already known Draco and Harry so long ago in that world.

This was truly astonishing, and at the same time, Ron couldn't help but feel a little envious.

Being able to establish friendships so early in life will surely help us avoid being swayed by rumors and prejudice, and will allow us to have many interesting and unforgettable experiences...

As Ron thought about it, his thoughts gradually drifted away, and he began to imagine what it would be like if he had known Harry and the others earlier.

He returned to Malfoy Manor with the two little ones. As soon as he stepped into the living room, a dark shadow quickly attacked. Snape subconsciously protected the two children behind him and quickly imprisoned them with a backhand move.

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Snape untied the restraints of Harry, and the big black dog on the ground slowly turned into a sloppy man in the eyes of everyone. He stood there a little awkwardly and greeted Harry cautiously.

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Draco and Harry sat down first, flanking Snape on either side. Draco also arranged for Lucius and Narcissa to protect him and Harry on each side.

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"You are not allowed to call me Godfather like that!" x2

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"Ahem, actually, this is what happened," Dumbledore said slowly.

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"Yes, it's all your fault!" Unexpectedly, the person who said this was not Harry, Snape, or Draco, but Narcissa, who was always silent, gentle, and took care of everyone.

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Maybe there are indeed some problems with the Black family. Narcissa's obsession is her family, and it's good enough now.

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(Draco and Harry are so sweet, I cried to death)

(The babies resolutely defend their godfather)

(I feel so good inexplicably hahaha)

(I wonder why the Secret Keeper wasn't given to Dumbledore in the first place)

(From Narcissa's Bloodline Suppression)

(Honestly, I almost forgot Narcissa's last name was Black)

(Did he also feel suffocated when he was with Leir? Leir is still soaked in water and surrounded by Inferi for him. I don't believe he can't see the price and effort his parents paid for him. Everyone has the right to blame them, except Sirius.)

(Their prejudice is truly...)

(I can only say that people in the wizarding world are really contradictory. On the one hand, they say that Slytherins are all dark wizards, and on the other hand, they believe in Merlin. But anyone who has read a little bit of books knows that Merlin is from Slytherin, and Ravenclaws are knowledgeable, so it is impossible for them not to know. Sometimes I am really speechless.)

(So, James and Sirius are locked up, and Lily is mine)

(Thinking of Regulus again, the first Slytherin to discover and attempt to destroy Voldemort's Horcrux)]

"Swish——" With a slight sound, Sirius, who was sitting in the back row, could no longer suppress his inner excitement and stood up suddenly.

However, it seemed as if there was an invisible force restraining him, preventing him from leaving his seat.

At this moment, Sirius' eyes were bloodshot and frighteningly red, and his pupils were trembling violently and uncontrollably, as if they were about to burst at any moment.

"Rael? Regulus? What's going on here? What does it mean to be submerged in water and surrounded by Inferi? And what does this have to do with Voldemort's Horcruxes?"

A series of questions flooded into Sirius' mind like a tide, and he felt like his head was about to explode.

"No! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Sirius muttered to himself, his voice filled with despair and unwillingness. "Regulus has always admired Voldemort so much, how could anything happen to him? He must be alive and well..."

Rather than believing in his brother's death, he would rather Regulus still be a Death Eater. At least, this way he could still deceive himself that Regulus was still alive... somewhere alive and well...

In comparison, Narcissa seemed much calmer.

However, only she herself knew that this calmness was just an act.

In fact, she knew far more than Sirius did.

The information excavated from the depths of her memory told her that Regulus was currently on the verge of life and death, with a glimmer of hope.

"It doesn't matter, I will definitely find a way to rescue Regulus!" Narcissa secretly clenched her fists and encouraged herself in her heart.

She admired the different version of herself on the screen, but she was different from that Narcissa.

At this moment, a barely perceptible gleam suddenly flashed in Dumbledore's deep eyes.

His keen insight seemed to have captured some key clues, and all his attention was focused on the Horcrux.

He still had some impression of Regulus. He remembered him as a well-behaved and sensible child...

["I really want a family." Harry suddenly spoke calmly. He grew up very quickly in this moment and became unbelievably mature.

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"But why now?" Harry murmured, "After I have already got the hero and family I wanted, tell me that I don't have to suffer these grievances. I have people supporting me. I am not an unpopular debt collector."

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"Dorothy! Get this stupid, annoying dog out of here!"

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(Woo woo woo woo)

(Feeling sorry for Harry)

(Look at what you've done, Dumbledore!)

(In fact, in the original book, Harry is the most susceptible to autism and depression!)

(If Harry hadn't been so tough, I have no doubt he would have become the second Voldemort)

(He was still a child, and the package he carried was too heavy.)

Harry quietly looked at the little Harry on the screen, listening to the other party's unconcealed analysis of his inner world, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart.

What surprised him was that apart from a slight sense of loss, he had no other feelings.

He couldn't help but feel envious that Harry could speak so frankly and vent his dissatisfaction and grievances without any scruples.

In comparison, he now...perhaps has already lost the courage to act recklessly and indulge himself, and lacks the full confidence and self-assurance like little Harry.

At this moment, a slightly cool hand gently covered the back of his hand.

Harry turned his head subconsciously and his eyes met Draco's worried eyes.

He tried to force a smile in response to Draco's concern, but no matter how hard he tried, he found that the corners of his mouth seemed to be pulled tightly by some invisible force, and he couldn't lift it up at all.

"If you don't want to laugh, don't force yourself, Harry." Draco lowered his voice and said gently.

Perhaps Draco really couldn't understand what Harry was going through, after all, such a predicament was too unfamiliar to him.

However, he was a person who could easily empathize with others, and just imagining the pain Harry had endured was enough to fill his face with indignation.

"Once we successfully leave here, we'll go find that guy called Dali and settle the score! We must teach him a lesson!"

Draco said this indignantly, completely forgetting that even if they could really leave the screening room, they should have boarded the train to Hogwarts and started their campus life.

"...Okay!" Harry stared at the gray-blue eyes of the person in front of him, which seemed even brighter after being filled with anger. His heart couldn't help but move, as if an invisible force was driving him, and he suddenly nodded vigorously.

At the same time, an irrepressible smile quietly bloomed on the corner of his mouth.

Just then, a loud shout came from not far away: "Hey, add me one more!"

Harry and Draco turned their heads at the sound and saw Ron jumping up and down and waving his hands like a monkey, his face full of excitement and anticipation.

Draco turned his head slightly, glanced at Ron, and snorted, "Hmph, then I'll take you with me."

Although there was a hint of reluctance in his words, the slightly raised corners of his mouth still revealed his true thoughts.

Hearing this, Ron wanted to grumble a few words and complain about Draco's arrogant attitude.

However, when he met Draco's fierce glare, all the words on his lips disappeared without a trace as if they were cast by magic.

So, he could only close his mouth in disappointment, mumbling something indistinctly, but the sound became smaller and smaller as Draco's gaze continued to exert pressure, until it was completely inaudible.

Sirius's deep and complex gaze, after wandering for a long time, finally slowly fell on Harry.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but just as the words were about to come out, he suddenly froze as if he was cast under a spell.

Because a cruel fact flashed through his chaotic mind like lightning - he realized that he was not qualified to speak at all.

The word "Godfather" was like a heavy burden on his heart at this moment, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He couldn't help but think with self-mockery: How could someone like me, who was once so irresponsible and willful, be worthy of being Harry's godfather?

At this moment, the words that Narcissa said to Sirius on the screen kept echoing in Sirius' ears like an echo.

Each word was like a sharp dagger, piercing his heart mercilessly. These words had different meanings and weights for Sirius, and for Sirius, they were undoubtedly a heavy blow, making his already confused and chaotic heart even more fragmented.

His brain, which had been in a daze all this time, seemed to be stimulated by something and finally began to work with difficulty.

Countless chaotic thoughts surged in like a tide, giving him a splitting headache.

All the memories of the past, the mistakes he had made, and everything he had lost, at this moment, flashed before his eyes quickly like a movie scene.

Sirius finally chose to sit back in his seat silently.

He lowered his head, his hands hanging limply at his sides. He looked like a deflated ball, completely devoid of his former energy and vitality.

He closed his lips tightly and didn't make a sound, as if by doing so, he could bury all the pain and self-blame deep in the bottom of his heart.

Dumbledore's wise and profound gaze slowly fell on Harry, who ignored him, and for a moment he didn't know how to speak.

The child who had looked at him with eyes full of trust and admiration before now seemed to be separated from him by an invisible barrier.

Those past events were like heavy shackles, tightly binding his heart.

At this moment, any words of apology seem so pale and powerless and cannot make up for the mistakes made in the past.

Dumbledore couldn't help but think of what Tianmu said, and an indescribable bitterness welled up in his heart.

Yes, maybe I am really as selfish, hypocritical, indifferent and cruel as the other party said.

Over the years, have his self-righteous decisions really been correct?

Was it because of his self-righteousness that Voldemort was created?

Recalling his various battles with Voldemort and the countless people who lost their lives in this battle between good and evil, Dumbledore felt confused for the first time.

If I had made a different choice, if I had seen the darkness in Voldemort's heart earlier...

Or... he could look at Tom normally...

Now, it is too late to say anything, and the lost lives cannot be brought back.

All kinds of thoughts flashed through everyone's mind.

The images on the screen kept changing. They watched Draco and Harry grow up and live happily every day.

Then, it was the year they turned 11.