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

Draco was sitting in a warm room reading a book. He was dressed very formally today, with a snow-white shirt in a Gothic style, a gem similar in color to his eyes in the middle of his scarf, slim-fitting white pants and long boots, making him look spotless. His exquisite appearance, combined with the gentle afterglow of dusk shining through the window, made him look like a little angel who had accidentally fallen into the mortal world.

The boy heard the door open and, curious, saw his parents walk in with a strange yet familiar man. [65, Who is this man? He looks so familiar, but I can't place him.] He didn't notice the man pause, but Lucius and Narcissa, who had been observing, did. The couple exchanged a glance and made an instant decision.

Narcissa walked quickly forward, leaned over and kissed her baby on the cheek. "My little prince, you are the star today. Come down with your mother and meet some other children. Maybe you will go to school together." Then she introduced him to Draco. "This is your godfather, Severus Snape. You met him when you were very young. Remember?"

"He's Severus Snape, the youngest Potions Master of the modern era, and your godfather, Xiaolong." 65 was surprised. After all, he had been with his master for two years and this was the first time he had seen him. "He seems like someone you're not going to mess with."

Draco obediently followed Narcissa to his feet and politely gave Snape a noble salute. "Nice to meet you, Godfather." Severus nodded stiffly. He hadn't seen Draco move his lips. Was it his inner voice? What was that other voice?

"Come on, Draco, let your father and godfather go next door to talk alone. Are you ready? Let's go downstairs." Narcissa calmly pulled Draco out. The two men followed closely behind, stood at the door and watched the mother and son walk away, then turned and went into the study.

As soon as he entered the study, Snape stared at Lucius. He remembered the vague words Lucius had said before entering, so he knew everything. He opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't say the words he wanted to ask. It was like a rule.

Lucius leisurely brewed a pot of tea and signaled Snape to sit down with his eyes. "Severus, I know what you want to ask. Don't say it, or say it in another way." He took a sip of the boiling hot tea slowly. As Cissy expected, Snape could hear it.

So what's so special about Snape? So far, he's the only one who's heard it. Is it his identity? But he's also invited some former Death Eaters, and no one else could hear it either... It seems to be just as Cissy suspected...

"This is very dangerous, Lucius." Snape understood after a moment's thought, but he was very vigilant, as opportunities often come with risks.

"Don't be nervous, Severus. This is a gift from Merlin. And even if there is danger, who do you think can resist?" Lucius didn't want to say too much. In the past six months, his subtle influence had been guiding Draco, making him think as deeply as possible.

He and Xixi found that their inner voices only appeared superficially, such as when they were eating watermelon or when Draco had a fleeting thought, but when Draco was thinking deeply, they could not hear what he was thinking.

It was definitely not just the couple who could hear his inner thoughts. If someone with ulterior motives heard it, would it cause harm to Xiaolong? This was also the reason why he and Cissy didn't let Draco go out.

Lucius avoided the main point and told Severus a series of dreamlike events that happened on Draco's birthday last year, omitting some of the things Draco and 65 said about the world. He shared some of the news he got from eating melons with Snape without reservation.

Oh, and of course, that included the story of Old Bee and the Dark Lord. They had known each other for years, and he had long considered Severus family. Yes, he was taking a gamble, and he had the confidence to do so with his current strength.

He and Cissy were vaguely aware of Severus's secret. It was easy, wasn't it? Severus had a Muggle-born friend named Lily...

Lucius stretched out his left hand and rolled up his sleeve, revealing a smooth area.

Snape felt that everything he heard was very unreal until he saw Lucius's arm. There should be a mark there, the same as the one on his left arm, but now there was nothing, and Lucius did not become weak.

He looked up at his friend and saw only calmness in his eyes, without the usual arrogance or the fear and disgust that had characterized the Dark Lord.

He suddenly felt a little strange and at a loss. Could a person really change so much in just one year? He could vaguely sense that his friend's mentality had changed, and even his aura had changed.

"The Dark Lord made himself a Horcrux. You know about your family's diary and the golden cup in Lestrange's vault? Barty the Younger was imprisoned at home by Barty Crouch? Are you sure?" Snape's throat tightened.

"What do you want me to do, Lucius?" He didn't want to believe that Lucius trusted him and treated him as a family member and close friend. He didn't know how to face his frank friend. He would rather Lucius just had some ulterior motives towards him.

"No, Severus, you know that Sissy and I have always treated you as family. The Dark Lord is not dead yet, you and I know it best, and I will not give him the chance to hurt my little dragon, my family and friends. Now I just want to know, which side are you on, Severus." Although Lucius had some guesses, he hoped that Severus would tell him in person.

Severus Snape was silent for a long time, "I really can't imagine what you have been through during this period of time. But since you asked this, I must have some guesses. Strictly speaking, I just wanted to protect Lily's child. This is my sin. If it weren't for me, I don't think Lily would have died." He sat dejectedly on the sofa and said with difficulty.

This wasn't easy. He didn't want to analyze himself, but he had a feeling that if he chose to hide it, he might lose his only friend. Perhaps it was the exhaustion in his heart that made him choose to reveal everything, even his usual sharp tongue couldn't be maintained.

He was truly exhausted, caught between two factions, distrusted by both. The only thing that kept him going was the desire to protect Lily's child. Earning Malfoy's friendship had been unexpected, and now, after revealing everything, he lowered his head as if awaiting judgment.

Snape could feel the sound of his friend pacing towards him, and sat down opposite him. Feeling Lucius pointing his wand at him, Snape smiled to himself.

"Holy light dispels" Lucius whispered the spell.

Snape felt as if his whole body was bathed in sunshine, and all the negative emotions that had accumulated in his heart from studying the dark arts for a long time disappeared. He stretched out his left hand and watched the Dark Mark on his hand slowly melt and twist. Something that was entangled in his soul also dissipated, and there was no longer the chill and pain that penetrated his bones that he felt from time to time.

Lucius sat opposite and admired his friend's rare loss of composure. If it were the old him, he would definitely feel angry and betrayed, not because of some stupid reason like loyalty to the Dark Lord, but because Severus was his good friend and family in his heart.

But now he's also learned to be considerate of others, though only those close to him. Everything is just as Narcissa expected. Could it be that genetic repair can also improve intelligence? Lucius' mind wandered, then quickly returned to its senses.

He placed a stack of postcards and a tube of potion in front of Snape.

"What is this?" Snape knew that this was Lucius's intention to let bygones be bygones, so he picked up the potion and took a look.

"Gene repair fluid. Drinking it will unlock your body's potential and repair hidden injuries." He looked at the person, whose face was serious but eyes sparkled, with a hint of warning, "You'd better drink it and don't leave a drop. Perhaps you should know that Xiaolong has a thunderbird."

He knew someone's character too well. If he didn't say anything, he would probably keep half of it for research. "Shouldn't you pay attention to the pile of postcards in your hand, dear Severus?"

Snape picked up the postcard. No matter how he looked at it, it was just a very plain postcard, totally inconsistent with the Malfoy family's aesthetic. "What is this? The Malfoy family finally went bankrupt? That doesn't seem like your aesthetic at all."

"You can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth. The full name of this is Postcards for the Dead." Lucius sat leisurely on the sofa, watching Snape's expression change. "I have to say, today is the day I've seen you express the most emotions, Sev."

Snape ignored his friend's teasing. "Is that the deceased I'm thinking of?" he asked, his voice hoarse and uncharacteristically out of control. He gripped the pile of postcards tightly, but relaxed his grip as if to avoid wrinkling them. If it was true... if it was true, he had so much to say to Lily. He wanted to apologize for calling her a mudblood...

Lucius knew what Snape was thinking. He stood up and walked to Snape's side. "Yes, that's right. I think you need a separate space," he pointed to the desk.

"I think you have a whole party to adjust yourself. Of course, I believe you will be willing to meet your dear godson after the party. You will like him. No one will dislike a little dragon." He patted Snape's shoulder and turned to go downstairs to deal with those bored nobles, show off his excellent little dragon, and announce the next heir of the Malfoy family.

He walked to the door, opened it and was about to go out when he heard a barely audible thank you behind him. He curled the corners of his mouth and turned around to leave space for this awkward friend.

"Thanks...Luke."