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

After the conversation in the headmaster's office came to an end, Lucius missed his precious little dragon and Harry. Although only two weeks had passed, he and Cissy felt like months had passed.

"They should be having dinner in the Great Hall. Let's go over and take a look," Dumbledore said, seeing Lucius's thoughts immediately. "It's a good opportunity for our school board to reminisce about our school days."

"Then I shall obey your command." Lucius readily agreed. He and Snape followed Dumbledore, chatting about the little ones' recent performance as they walked towards the Great Hall.

The students eating in the Great Hall today all saw Lucius following behind Headmaster Dumbledore. Lucius's good looks clearly had a great impact on these young, inexperienced students. Even the Slytherin students were stunned by Lucius, who was dressed in casual clothes and had a gentle expression.

Merlin, no wonder the head of the Malfoy family is always serious at banquets. Who can stand that?

Compared to Draco's cute face that hasn't opened yet, Lucius can be said to be aggressive and ostentatious in beauty, especially his beautiful facial features and holy temperament, which are so alluring.

A girl from the Lions Academy, recognizing him from his signature platinum hair, clutched her chest and muttered to herself, "No wonder they say Malfoy must be under the Imperius Curse and being controlled by the Dark Lord... I'd like him too."

"What a blessing...Dark Lord..."

The usually noisy auditorium had never been so quiet. Draco looked up and saw his beloved father. His eyes lit up and he ran excitedly into Lucius' arms. Lucius caught his baby and smiled gently.

"Dad, I miss you and Mom so much~" Lucius held Draco in his arms and heard Draco whispering while hugging his neck.

"Mom and I miss you too, but you, little naughty boy, have you forgotten us? You haven't even sent us a single letter." Lucius doted on Draco, gently pinching his chubby, smooth face. Although the little dragon was skinny, his face was full of flesh, making people want to pinch it a few more times.

Lucius certainly didn't forget Harry, who was sitting at the table watching them, so he smiled and waved to Harry. However, Harry seemed a little hesitant.

"No way!" Draco slumped in Lucius's arms like a deflated ball, his voice muffled. "If I write to Mom and Dad, I can't help but want to go home. Because I really, really miss them..."

"If my parents write back to me, I will definitely cry." Human emotions are so strange. When you start to miss someone and feel loved, your emotions surge like a flood that breaks through the dam and drowns you completely.

Fortunately, Harry and Snape were also at school, and their care and love prevented Draco from being too anxious.

Lucius suddenly stopped patting Draco's hand, realizing that this child, who had never been separated from his parents for so long, had now learned to sensibly suppress his emotions. This was both comforting and a little heartbreaking. After all, "Draco just needs to be himself, he has his parents here."

"No matter what happens, Mom and Dad can handle it. If someone annoys you, just tell them, 'I'm going to tell Dad!'" Lucius thought the arrogant little dragon was adorable just by imagining it. "It's okay to miss home, as long as..."

Worried that if the father and son continued talking, Draco would become the first person to drop out of Hogwarts in history, Dumbledore quickly interrupted them. He was not joking, Lucius could definitely do it.

"Maybe we can sit in the teachers' seats? I see that many students are disturbed and can't eat properly." Dumbledore also looked a little mischievous.

He completely ignored the sad looks of some students sitting at the back. The principal was really such a shame, did he really have to break this warm and beautiful scene?

"Harry, come here. I want to hear your little stories." Lucius looked at Harry, who was obviously giving Draco some space to talk. He smiled and waved again.

This time Harry didn't hesitate, he ran towards Lucius happily. They sat in the teacher's seat, and Draco and Harry shared the little interesting things that happened in the past two weeks.

I talked about Hermione's "no quarrel, no acquaintance" on the train; I talked about the "sweet dreams filling the ship" at the Black Lake; I talked about the Sorting Hat's unpleasant singing (Sorting Hat: Are you polite?); I talked about Snape playing Werewolf with them (Snape: You two are in my office for detention today)....

Some of the letters Lucius had read in Harry's letters, some he hadn't, but he listened carefully, and he especially cherished the time he spent with the children.

When talking about the small goal that all four colleges were celebrating, Lucius subconsciously glanced at the hourglass and said in surprise, "The score difference is indeed not big, but something is wrong, you and Harry?"

The four colleges are quite evenly matched, and you can imagine the lively competition among them.

Draco understood Lucius's implication. He held his head high with pride, "I believe in my friends. They are all excellent. It would be disrespectful for them if I deliberately gave them lower scores."

Then he felt a little guilty, "It's just the two of us. Every time we're caught swimming at night, they only deduct 10 points. We start with 20 points, and the maximum is 50 points."

The little prince of Slytherin didn't know that the news that he hoped to see the four houses win the house cup together had already been quietly spread by the Geminis who loved to join in the fun and didn't mind getting involved.

Regardless of whether people agreed or disagreed with the idea, or those who were not moved, the four colleges began to involute from top to bottom.

After all, if the other three colleges were working so hard, wouldn't they just be at the bottom if they didn't work hard? Moreover, deep down, they might have harbored such a hope.

Under the influence of this atmosphere, even students going out at night have become rare.

After reluctantly saying goodbye to Lucius, who had other things to do that afternoon, Draco's mood, which had been a bit gloomy for the past two weeks, actually improved a lot. Harry, who had been keeping an eye on Draco, naturally noticed it.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Although the little dragon seemed fine, even Ron could see that Draco was in a bad mood, let alone him. He didn't like seeing Draco unhappy. He just wanted the little prince to be happy all the time.

"Xiaolong, are you going to take a nap this afternoon?" Harry walked beside Draco and held his hand.

"I feel a little sleepy. How about Ron, Hermione and the others?" Draco rubbed his eyes. He didn't feel sleepy at first, but he became sleepy after Harry said that.

"Hermione and Pansy went to the library. Ron seemed to have taken Blaise to the Room of Requirement, saying they were going to continue their adventure. Neville went to take care of the Chinese cabbage he had cultivated, which was almost ripe." Harry thought for a moment and said to Draco, "I don't know much about Theodore, but he seemed to be going to his godfather."

"Ha~" Draco yawned, "Then I want to go back and rest for a while."

"Do you want me to carry you? Just like we used to." Harry suggested, seeing that Draco was becoming more and more tired.

"I'm not a child." Draco muttered, but stopped honestly.

Harry suppressed the smile on his face and said, "I don't mean to treat Xiaolong as a child. I just suddenly want to carry Xiaolong on my back."

"Well, I'll give you a chance to recall your childhood. Alas, Harry is still a child." Draco shook his head pretending to be mature.

"Okay, yes, yes." Harry squatted down skillfully and carried Draco on his back. It was very light, which was indeed the reason for not eating well.

"Are you just trying to be perfunctory with... me..." Draco only felt that the silent afternoon sunlight was gently shining on the road from the school gate back to the dormitory, as if warming the surrounding air.

He basked in the pleasant temperature comfortably, with a faint scent of cedar lingering at the tip of his nose.

In this drowsy moment, a thought suddenly flashed through Draco's mind: "Did Harry wear perfume today?"

However, this question only flashed through his mind, and was soon drowned by an intense sleepiness. Hypnos seemed to be calling him, and Draco could not resist the invasion of this tiredness, and gradually fell into a deep and peaceful dream.

At the same time, Harry silently felt Draco's steady breathing, and his movements involuntarily became slower and gentler, as if he was afraid of waking up the lightly sleeping butterflies on his body.

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Theodore hesitated when he arrived at the door of Snape's office. He was still thinking about Dumbledore's meaningful words in the morning.

He had some vague guesses in his mind, but he couldn't believe it. That man didn't seem to care about her or him at all. He was so cold-blooded and heartless.

He tightened his clenched hands and was about to knock on the door when it opened from the inside.

"Come in." A low and elegant voice like a cello came into Theodore's ears. Theodore's expression changed several times, but he decided to ask clearly.