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

After Theodore ran out, Snape sighed helplessly. He thought that the child should understand what he said.

When Theodore was born, Cantankerus begged Lucius to let him meet Snape.

At his earnest plea, Lucius thought of his precious little dragon at home and felt pity for him, so Snape finally went to Nott Manor.

But when he arrived, he knew why Cantankerus came to him for help. His wife and the child were cursed and St. Mungo's could not cure it.

Cantankerus had already looked for many people, and he was unwilling to give up. He didn't want to lose his beloved wife, nor did he want to lose the treasure he had worked so hard to get. So he placed his hope on Snape.

Unfortunately, that was a curse that even Snape was helpless against, as it could only be broken by the death of one party. Even Snape, the master of potions and dark magic, was helpless and could only prepare some potions to replenish vitality.

But this is only a temporary solution and not a fundamental solution. The only way is to find the person who cast the curse and break it or one of them will die, otherwise both of them will continue to weaken.

Cantankerus searched frantically for the person who had cast the curse, and even Voldemort had heard of it. Seven days later, they found it.

It was made by an orphan from a family murdered by Voldemort. When he was found, he had already died in the ruins of his original home.

Beneath him was a strange pattern drawn in blood, and the orphan was lying in the middle with a smile on his face, not a drop of blood left in his body.

It was Cantankerus who was sent to kill his entire family.

Thinking of Cantankerus, Snape frowned. That deal...sigh...

He shook his head, as if to clear his mind of distracting thoughts, and returned his attention to the paper in front of him.

His frown deepened. What a bunch of empty-headed Gryffindor slimes! P!P!P! All Ps! A few As, and even a T?! How did this grade come about?! He could write better with his feet!

Sooner or later, I will be pissed off to death by these Flobberworms!

When Draco and Harry came over, they saw their godfather's hand leaving afterimages on the paper.

Snape's sharp eyes softened when he saw them. "Come in."

"Headmaster, we're here for detention." Draco smiled. Harry placed the lunch box and the snacks made by Narcissa on Snape's desk.

Draco unceremoniously swept aside the pile of papers on the table. He was considerate enough to separate the ones that had been corrected from those that had not.

"You can call me Godfather when there's no one else around." Snape rubbed his brows. He was a little uncomfortable being called the dean suddenly.

"Godfather, haven't you eaten yet? It's already so late. Draco will be angry again if you keep doing this." Harry kept muttering as he busied himself getting the food out. Draco pretended to be angry while cooperating with him. o(≧口≦)o

Snape was amused by the two. Did they think he would be afraid? It would just mess up his potions room and waste his precious supply of potion ingredients.

Humph, I just happened to be hungry.

The three of them enjoyed a delicious dinner, Harry calmly dealing with the slugs, while Draco and Snape huddled over a pot of strangely colored potion, arguing about something.

Well, Harry barely got an O in Potions at best, and he couldn't really join in on Draco and Snape's conversation, so he volunteered to deal with the slugs.

The Australian protein eye on his chest vibrated. Harry looked at Draco, who must have felt it too. This was their agreed-upon signal: if there was progress, press the eye of the protein eye, and all the badges would vibrate. Pressing it three times meant an emergency or danger. The badges could also sense the location of other holders, making it easier to rush over.

Draco also nodded slightly to Harry. It was Ron's badge, which was now in Hagrid's hut.

Harry quickly dealt with the slug and pretended to yawn with Draco. As expected, the godfather asked them to go back and rest early.

They walked around the corner and Draco took out the Invisibility Cloak, which Dumbledore had returned to Harry on Christmas Day when he was eight. Draco had studied it, fiddled with it for a while, and then put it aside and never used it again.

Harry hadn't thought of it until school started, and had told Draco to put it away, hoping he'd need it. See, there were some uses for it after all. While he wasn't incapable of the Disillusionment Charm, this modified Invisibility Cloak was clearly more cost-effective.

Draco and Harry hid in the invisibility cloak. He took out the badge and touched the wings of White Eyes. A small red dot appeared on the back of the badge. The other two red dots were rushing towards another remote red dot.

"Let's go over there too." Harry looked over. Their little red dot was still some distance away from Ron. Hermione and Neville had both left the dormitory, so they should be there soon.

The two of them ran past Filch and Mrs. Norris without being noticed. They swaggered all the way to Hagrid's hut, where there was a huge pumpkin patch, and Neville and Hermione were peeking out from there.

"You guys got here so quickly." Draco poked his head out from under the invisibility cloak, scaring Neville. Hermione was very calm. She had seen from the badge that they were nearby, and it was obvious that something or a spell had been used.

Although she was curious, there was clearly something important going on. "I just knocked on the egg white eye to alert Ron we were there, but he hasn't moved." Hermione didn't know Hagrid, and although she thought he was a bit goofy, he should have no problem taking down Ron with one punch.

At this moment, the protein eye badge vibrated three times. Several people looked at each other and rushed forward without hesitation.

"Aloho!" This is Hermione who took the lead.

"Lock him up quickly!" This was Neville who rushed in second.

"Throat lock!" This was Harry who carefully stood in front of Draco.

"God Striker..." Draco's mouth was covered by Harry. After all, given the current situation, it was a good thing that Draco didn't shout out.

Hagrid was pinned to the spot, unable to move. Ron stared at them in astonishment, his mouth wide open, almost enough to fit an egg. On the table where they stood was a dark, mysterious object. Draco took a closer look and immediately recognized it as a Norwegian Ridgeback dragon egg!

The whole room was filled with a stifling heat, as if one were inside a steamer. Beads of sweat formed on everyone's foreheads and streamed down their cheeks. They stared at each other, but no one spoke, seemingly speechless at the shock of the scene before them.

"You, you...what are you doing?" Ron stammered. He was completely shocked by his companions' series of actions and was at a loss for words. He even temporarily forgot about poor imprisoned Hagrid.

"Didn't you ring the emergency badge?" Hermione keenly noticed that things seemed different from what they had originally imagined. Sure enough, Ron was fine.

It was not until then that she suddenly remembered poor Hagrid, and with a sense of guilt she quickly lifted the spell for him.

Hagrid didn't have the mind to ask the little wizards why they came here so late. His eyes were fixed on the black dragon egg, his face full of nervousness and uneasiness.

There was a deep crack on the front of the egg, and it seemed as if something was struggling to get out of the crack, accompanied by strange clicking sounds.

Everyone was attracted by this scene and moved their chairs to the table, staring at the egg nervously and curiously.

At this moment, a strange sound suddenly came from inside the egg, and then, without warning, the eggshell cracked in two. The little dragon fell to the table with a plop, causing exclamations from everyone around.

This little dragon wasn't exactly cute. Its body was tiny, but its puny wings seemed enormous in comparison. Its nostrils were large, and it had a pair of horns on its forehead. Its eyes were bulging and a vibrant orange. Perhaps because it was new, the little dragon kept sneezing, and even two jets of sparks shot out of its nostrils.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Hagrid said softly, and at the same time he carefully reached out and touched the little dragon's head gently.

However, unexpectedly, the little dragon suddenly opened its mouth and bit Hagrid's finger tightly, revealing its sharp fangs. "It recognizes its mother!" Hagrid shouted excitedly, his eyes flashing with excitement.

"The Norwegian Ridgeback is black with a jet-black ridge on its back and a spikeless tail. Its general appearance is similar to a lizard, with sharp fangs in its mouth. It is a fire dragon native to the Norwegian mountains. It is extremely aggressive and one of the rarest dragon species."

Draco began to talk endlessly at the mention of dragons, his eyes shining brightly, as if the bright stars in the night sky had fallen into them.

Harry stared quietly at Draco's excitedly flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes, and a soft emotion welled up in his heart. The words he had prepared to say were completely forgotten at this moment.

It doesn't matter, as long as Draco is happy, nothing else seems to matter anymore. Harry told himself silently, and then smiled as Draco continued to tell the story about the dragon.

As for the plan, it doesn’t matter, everything will go according to his wishes.