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

In this space, you can't feel the passage of time.

"Draco, don't you know that everyone can hear your thoughts if you don't tell them?" Ian asked Draco.

"What does it matter whether I tell you or not? It's just some information about a parallel world." Draco saw the future of this world. It couldn't be said to be exactly the same as the parallel world, but it could be said to be completely unrelated.

He saw tens of thousands of different endings, but they were all tragic.

The reason why he liked 65 from the beginning was because his arrival allowed Draco to see a different ending, a perfect ending like a fairy tale.

"And I really like the feeling of everyone paying attention to me. I really hate the feeling that no matter how hard I try, no one can hear me."

Draco thought of something unhappy, and a feeling of annoyance welled up in his heart. He frowned tightly, and his originally fair face looked even paler. His cheeks were slightly puffed out with anger, making him look like a cute little pufferfish.

Ian felt a little itchy when he saw Draco like this.

He approached Draco cautiously and gently nuzzled his chubby cheek. "Wow, so soft and fragrant!" Ian thought to himself. This feeling was truly wonderful.

Draco felt a little itchy from being rubbed, and he couldn't help but laugh. His eyes narrowed into a cute crescent shape, and there was a cute dimple on his left cheek.

One person and one consciousness were in a mess, and then they floated in the starry sky, quietly looking at the Draco constellation that was always shining right above them.

"Look, it's Draco." Ian pointed to the Draco constellation above. He spent a whole day polishing it to make Draco shine forever.

"The Sleeping Beauty Curse can only be broken by killing the person who cast the curse. Do you think Harry can do it? Kind savior?" If not, it would be better to let Xiaolong stay here with him.

Ian's abacus was jingling.

"He can. Although everyone says he's a savior, he doesn't have that kind of compassion. And now, as I lie there, he will surely be full of firm conviction, torture Quirrell, and then kill him."

Draco was certain he knew Harry best. It was a shame he couldn't see that scene with his own eyes. That burning determination for him.

"Oh, I thought Xiaolong would stay here with me." Ian felt a little disappointed.

"That won't do." Draco said with a smile. "Besides, Ian has his own things to do, right? 65 will definitely come looking for you if he finds out you're not here."

"Okay, okay." Ian was jumping up and down in front of Draco. He seemed to remember something and suddenly stopped.

"Xiaolong, do you want to go to other worlds to play? I have learned about a lot of worlds recently, and I can send you there to play for a while." Ian put his hands on his hips with satisfaction when he thought about how he was no longer socially anxious but had become a socially adept person.

Where is the waist? It doesn't matter.

"Wouldn't it be a bit boring to be alone?" Draco said with little interest. He was a man with very few desires. Apart from the people he cared about, he didn't care much about or have much interest in power, status, money, adventure, fame, and the like.

"You can bring two people at the beginning. If there are more, safety cannot be guaranteed." Ian thought for a moment.

"It's OK to have a lot of people, but you have to take it slow. If Xiaolong can help change some world lines in other worlds, he can obtain the origin of other worlds and make the space-time gate bigger."

Ian also felt that it was not a good idea to let Draco go alone. His little dragon was so innocent and cute. What if a bad guy kidnapped him?

He is not some ignorant world consciousness. Lulu has told him about the strange people he met when playing in other worlds.

"What kind of world is it?" Draco said, intrigued. As long as he wasn't alone, it would be fine. Harry, his father, his mother, his godfather, and Ron would all be interested.

"Xiaolong should know them all, they're the anime you watch."

"Really? That's great, I can see my favorite characters." Draco was very happy.

"Great, as long as Draco likes it, leave it to me. I'll go contact my friends." Ian conjured up little paws and patted his chest. "Leave it to me."

"Remember to find a reasonable reason to send the Space-Time Gate over. I know that many of the items in the system lottery have been secretly replaced by you, right? Every time I want something, I get it." Draco felt that it was too obvious, and he would be a fool if he still didn't notice it.

"Hehe, Xiaolong found out." Ian scratched his head embarrassedly.

"Xiaolong wants to reveal the existence of the space-time gate through his voice?" Ian thought about it and understood what Draco meant.

"Yes, it's a surprise for everyone. Dad loves watching cartoons. He always watches them secretly in the game room and thought I didn't know. Sirius told me everything. Harry, Ron and I have watched them since we were young, and their interests are basically the same as mine."

I don't know whether it was a surprise or a shock.

"Who does Xiaolong love the most?" Ian asked, a little curious.

"Hmm? Favorite words..." He fell into thought. "Dad, Mom, Harry, Godfather, 65 and Ian."

"Hey? Me too? Hehehehe..." Ian's whole face turned pink. "What about Ron and the others?"

"Ron, George, Fred, Hermione, Neville, Pansy, Blaise, they are all my good friends."

Draco found it interesting. He had unlocked some fragments of information about himself. Some of his good friends did not have a friendly relationship with him in the main world.

Draco and Ian chatted for an unknown amount of time when he suddenly felt a strong pull. He knew it was because Quirrell was dead and he should go back.

"Wow, it looks like the hero has broken through the thorns." Ian was a little reluctant, but he thought, after all, they will meet again. "Well, goodbye, Xiaolong. Remember me and 65."

"Of course. See you next time, Draco." Draco smiled meaningfully at Ian, relaxed and fell backwards with the pulling force, disappearing from the spot in an instant.

"Huh? What did Xiaolong just call me? I didn't hear it clearly." Ian turned himself into a question mark in confusion. The lip movements didn't sound like Ian at all.

"Let's ask him next time we meet."

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Draco slowly opened his eyes under everyone's gaze, his eyes filled with confusion and mist from just waking up.

"Little Dragon! How do you feel? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Are you hungry?" Narcissa was sitting beside the bed and she noticed Draco almost the moment he woke up.

She looked at her child with concern. It was obvious that, like every morning before, Draco was still in the start-up phase.

Harry stumbled from the hall to the door, and the first thing he saw was the platinum-haired little prince sitting up. He finally breathed a sigh of relief, trying to calm his rapid heartbeat and the tears in his eyes.

He cleaned himself up and made sure he was clean before walking over to Draco. Lucius, Snape, Dumbledore and the others who were a step behind had also arrived.

They gathered around Draco's bed with concerned eyes.

By this time, Draco had successfully turned on his phone. He sat up and stretched. [Just now I seemed to be sunbathing in the hallway. How did I get home?]

Seeing everyone looking at him with concern, Draco rubbed his nose a little embarrassedly. "Why am I at home? Mom, Dad, Harry, Godfather, Headmaster Dumbledore, why are you here too?"

Of course, Draco didn't forget to answer Narcissa. "I'm fine, Mom. I slept very well." He touched his stomach. "I'm not hungry yet."

As Draco stared at them with bewilderment, Snape and Lucius quickly cast numerous detection spells and light healing spells. For a moment, the room was filled with a brilliant light, nearly blinding. When it died down, they were greeted by a shimmering, bewildered Draco (in the physical sense).

Lucius then set his sights on Harry. They remembered how this child had been taken care of by Quirrell... and had even dared to sneak away during treatment! The same process was followed, and a gleaming Harry emerged.

Draco was curious and wanted to ask, but was interrupted by Snape. He looked at Snape, who had a serious expression on his face. "What were you doing before you passed out, Draco?"

Everyone waited for Draco's answer. They had guesses and questions. There were no portraits in that corridor, so Dumbledore had no idea what had happened.

According to Quirrell, he had discovered in his first class that the students were protected by the castle, and he had been trying to figure out how to break it. It wasn't until the troll incident, when he saw Snape secretly picking something up from the ground, that he searched the area carefully and finally found the magic-breaking stone, which he used on Draco.

But there was something wrong, because the protective equipment on Draco's body could not be broken by a small magic-breaking stone. Someone must have actively turned it off.

"I'm sunbathing." Draco's cute little face was full of confusion. "After leaving the principal's office, I passed by a corridor that looked super comfortable and suitable for sunbathing."

"Then Quirrell bumped into me, and the textbooks were scattered all over the floor. I was worried he might be up to something, so I didn't move. But he picked up the textbooks and left in a hurry."

It matched what Quirrell had said. The adults looked at each other.

As for Harry, he stood there in silence until Draco waved at him.

Harry took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, carefully holding Draco's hand and listening quietly to what Draco said.

"You've been unconscious all day." Dumbledore looked at Draco with concern. "We suspect Quirrell cast a spell called the Sleeping Beauty Curse on you."

"I know this curse. There seems to be no way to break it except to turn the caster into ashes." Draco was a little shocked. It only took one day? "So what happened?"