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

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(Dear Lily: I don't know if this letter will reach you. But I sincerely hope to apologize for that mudblood thing. I don't know what to say so that you can forgive me.

But please believe that was not my intention. My high self-esteem forced me to speak against my will, and I feel guilty about it all the time. And as for that prophecy, if I hadn't told the Dark Lord, none of this series of events would have happened.

I don't expect you to forgive me. I'm willing to spend the rest of my life atonement, hoping for a chance to communicate with you. — SS, who earnestly hopes you'll reply.

(Not-So-Dear Sev: To be honest, I was really shocked when I received your letter. James was jumping up and down like an idiot, thinking this was some mysterious black magic.

Actually, I don't care about that sentence anymore. If I really cared, I wouldn't have sent you that invitation, right? I think you must not know that the soul does not leave immediately after death. I saw everything.

I was also wrong about what happened back then. I didn't understand your situation and shouldn't have arbitrarily assumed that learning black magic was a wrong thing. I should also say sorry.

I didn't know James and the others had done such a terrible thing to you. I'm so sorry for accepting your protection without really getting to know you. PS: I've already taught this idiot a lesson.

I know that the prophecy was not your intention, and you cannot disobey the Dark Lord's orders.

I see your determination to protect me. I feel like you're still the little boy who protected me in Spinner's End. Maybe we've gone our separate ways, but our friendship remains, doesn't it?

Sifu, maybe you always think that your feelings for me are love, but I want to tell you very seriously, it is not. You regard me as your only friend, your only family, the light of your life (it is really embarrassing to say this), and you want to hold on to the light, but this is not love.

Otherwise, we would have been together a long time ago, so why would James be involved?

You can cherish my memory, but don't carry it as a burden on your shoulders, okay? Sif, don't dwell on the past, look forward, don't live your life with regrets, I don't want to see you too early or see you dead.

And Harry, I know you will always protect him, just like you have always protected me. Although I am worried that he is not doing well, I don't think I am afraid of seeing him soon. But if you have time, would you like to go see him?

My sister Petunia loves me but hates the wizards who made her lose everything. Please forgive her for some of her actions. I wanted to give Harry a happy childhood, but I can't do it.

If possible, I think staying with you would be a good choice. Don't worry, magic is subjective. If I have to stay with my family, I think besides Penny, my only family is you, Sev.

By the way, our secret-keeper at that time was not Sirius, but Peter. At the last moment, Sirius pretended to be the secret-keeper in order to attract fire, but in fact he had already been secretly replaced by Peter.

Sadly, I don't know where Peter went after faking his own death. But I really don't understand Sirius's self-imposed exile. I think he forgot he has a crying godson. ^-^ If he manages to get out of jail, please give him a hard time, Sev.

Sorry, Sev, and thank you. I don't know how long this spell will last, so I've written down everything I need to say. Besides Harry, I'm most worried about you, Sev. You're not alone. Oh, and perhaps you wouldn't mind having another godson? — Your forever family, Lily Potter

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Draco seemed to have a vague impression of Severus Snape. Although he could not see his face clearly, he vaguely remembered the stiff but gentle embrace and the faint aroma of herbs.

He was so curious about this godfather that although he behaved impeccably during the banquet, he would occasionally lose his focus and look upstairs. However, it was not until his father announced that he was the only heir to the Malfoy family and until the end of the banquet that Draco saw this mysterious godfather in the study.

He was silent, but his eyes were gentle. He hugged Draco gently, and then talked business with the Malfoys.

Severus Snape had just taken some time to finally reconcile with the past. Although his face had no expression at the moment, it was very gentle, and his whole aura was different.

Lucius and Narcissa looked at each other and smiled knowingly. They were very happy that their friend had figured it out. Narcissa took a box from the bookshelf and handed it to him, "Severus, these are... for us. Take them all. From now on, the Malfoy family's potions and Xiaolong's teaching will be in your hands."

She knew Sev's character. He would not accept anything without merit, even from a friend. Snape paused, knowing that this was a gesture of kindness from Lucius and Narcissa. He did not refuse, but silently noted this kindness.

Draco stood aside politely, silent. [65, do you know what Mom is holding?] [It's the postcard you gave them that can communicate with the dead.] The adults were shrewd, calmly continuing their actions while carrying on a coded conversation that only they knew about.

"Xiaolong, your godfather has melons. Do you want to know?" 65 casually refreshed the page and saw that his master's godfather actually had so many melons. "So many melons! I'd call him the King of Melons." Upon hearing this, the Malfoys immediately turned their playful eyes towards Snape.

Snape's face turned strange. He opened his mouth to say something but found that he couldn't speak as Lucius said. He found that if he didn't have the intention of revealing it to Draco, he could speak smoothly. As long as there was a little that Draco would notice, he would be completely unable to speak. He quickly adjusted his state and tried his best not to pay attention to Draco.

[I kind of want to know.] Draco felt a little guilty about reading the gossip of his elders in front of him, but then he thought, "I'll just keep it to myself and not say it out loud," and just wait for 65 to get the melon. [More on that.]

First of all, he's a Death Eater. Yes, just like your father, Xiaolong. But not anymore. Your father just used Holy Light to disinfect his little hand, removing that ugly mark. But haha, he's actually in Cao's camp, but his heart is with Han. He's a double agent for Dumbledore! And do you know why he's undercover? 65 was also a little shocked. This master's godfather is quite something.

"What is it? Because of love?" Draco said casually. In stories, the protagonist always defeats the villain with love.

As expected of you, Xiaolong. That's right, because he loves the Savior's mother, Lily Potter! Of course, it's not love, it's obsession, a bit like a believer. For some unknown reason, he became the Savior's guardian and godfather. The Savior's blood magic actually works around your godfather too. Wow, Xiaolong, you're going to have a half-brother soon.

This passage contained a lot of information. Not only Draco, but even the three adults were shocked and didn't know what the key point was.

Lucius looked at Snape with complicated eyes: I didn't expect you to be like this, Severus.

Snape also had a complicated expression: what Lily said was actually true, but he didn't really want to face Potter's face, even though the child had Lily's eyes.

Narcissa quickly came back to her senses: I don't mind Xiaolong having a half-brother to grow up with, and you two, now is not a good time to be dazed.

When Draco came to his senses, he heard his parents discussing with his godfather about picking up Harry Potter. He reacted instantly, moved over inconspicuously, and looked at the adults with his bright eyes, hoping that they would remember him.

In fact, several adults had noticed his cute gesture and were trying to suppress their laughter to see what Draco was going to do. Snape was close by, and he coughed lightly before putting his hand on his godson's head and rubbing it. Mm, it felt good.

"Xiaolong, what's wrong?" He was very grateful to his dear and magical godson, no, it should be said that the Malfoy family, Lucius was sharp, Narcissa was considerate, Draco was cute and magical, they treated him like a family member, and made up for his regrets, so that he no longer had any regrets.

"Godfather," Draco said, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. He considered himself a little man, shouldering the responsibility of protecting his parents (he was now six years old), and was a little uncomfortable with such intimacy. "I heard you guys were going to pick up the Savior. I, I want to go too." He was genuinely curious, and he still remembered that he was going to beat up those bad Muggles.

Lucius and Narcissa were still a little skeptical, and Snape understood their concerns. "I don't think our little Mr. Malfoy will stay in bed the morning after tomorrow."

"Great!" Draco was actually prepared to be rejected, but his godfather actually agreed, and his parents didn't object.

"Okay, little dragon, although I know you are very happy, it is very late. You should rest, otherwise you will not grow taller." Narcissa knew that the two must have something to say. She winked at Lucius and coaxed Draco gently.

"Okay, good night, Dad, good night, Godfather." Draco stood up, took his mother's hand obediently, and raised his cute and lovely smile, which made the two old fathers confused.

Halfway through the walk, Draco seemed to remember something and pulled Narcissa's hand. When she leaned over, he said something in her ear. Then, with Narcissa's weird smile on her face, he ran to the two men and gave each of them a fair kiss.

While the two were in a trance, he ran back to Narcissa, his little face flushed, and he smiled sweetly, "Sweet dreams, Daddy, Godfather." After that, he and Narcissa walked out of the study, leaving behind two bewitched men with the same silly smile on their faces. They could vaguely hear the boy outside pestering his mother, saying that he wanted to hear the savior's bedtime story.