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

When Harry returned to Malfoy Manor with Draco in his arms, Narcissa was the first to arrive. She was in the garden studying and communicating with Madam Rosier and Grindelwald.

She felt the familiar fluctuations of magic and had a bad feeling. Why would Xiaolong and Harry come back at this time?

She didn't care about being rude or not, and hurried into the manor, completely forgetting to use magic. Grindelwald and Wenda Rosier looked at each other and followed Narcissa into the manor.

As soon as Narcissa entered, she saw Harry standing blankly in the middle of the living room, holding the little dragon in his arms, who seemed to be sleeping. "...Harry?...Draco, what's this?"

Narcissa's voice called Harry back to his senses. He choked with sobs, his words incoherent: "Draco...Draco has been attacked. Neither Madam Pomfrey nor his godfather knows why... They say he's fine... Hogwarts isn't safe... Home is safe... Go home... You have to go home... It was Quirrell... He must have... killed him!"

How could it be possible? Narcissa's first thought was the same as Dumbledore's. She had reinforced the formation with her own hands, and she knew the effect of that formation too well.

Moreover, Xiaolong had so many protective gear on him that she didn't even know what they were.

Either Xiaolong turned it off himself for some purpose, or some unknown entity intervened and made the protective magic and protective items ineffective.

A multitude of thoughts raced through Narcissa's mind instantly, but she had no time to process them all. Her dragon was unconscious, Sev couldn't figure out the cause, and Harry was clearly on the verge of collapse.

She took Harry and laid Draco on his bed. No spell could reveal the cause. The spells showed Draco was fine, just asleep. But she couldn't wake him.

Harry had already been taken aside by Grindelwald, who was patiently comforting him.

After listening to Harry's narration, Grindelwald and Narcissa were frightened by the recklessness of the children, and at the same time they quickly locked on the suspect, Dumbledore.

Even Grindelwald was no exception - his impression of Dumbledore was still stuck on that battle, even though they had long since resolved their misunderstanding.

Narcissa hugged Harry, who lowered his head after speaking, and comforted him softly. She was also anxious and heartbroken, but she had to take on the responsibility of being a parent. It was not Harry's fault.

"Harry, cheer up!" Lucius walked in exhausted, followed by Snape. He had already heard Snape's explanation of the whole story.

He said to Harry sternly, "Have you forgotten what I taught you?"

"Never! Never lower your head!" His stern tone made Harry stand stiffly and tense. He raised his head and revealed his eyes that sparkled like emeralds.

But now, those eyes were like the rainy London, shrouded in thick fog that could not be wiped away.

Lucius walked over to Draco's bed and cast several light-based healing spells, targeting not only the body but also the soul. He tried everything. But Draco showed no reaction at all, as if... his soul wasn't in his body!

He slumped down on the sofa, covering his face with his hands, trying to calm his panic. Could it be...was he going to lose Xiaolong again?

Snape looked tense. He went to the place where Draco was unconscious and sure enough, there was a small black stone there. It was the magic-breaking stone.

"I seem to have heard of a similar spell somewhere." Wenda Rozier, who had been thinking silently, said.

This elegant French black rose strives to remember, attracting everyone's hopeful gaze.

"It is recorded in the Rosier family's collection of books that there is a spell. It cannot be considered a curse. It is undetectable if you are under this spell." Wenda remembered.

"It causes the person who is cursed to fall into a coma, immersed in sweet dreams until death. It is called the Sleeping Beauty Curse."

"There is no way to break this spell unless the caster dies." After Wenda finished speaking, Lucius stood up, and the murderous intent in his eyes was clearly visible to everyone.

They all knew what Lucius wanted to do, and there was no way they could calm a father who was worried about his child's safety.

"Wait a moment, Mr. Malfoy." Wenda stopped Lucius who was about to go out.

"Is there anything else, Ms. Rosier? As you can see, I have some urgent matters to attend to." Lucius just looked calm, his aura was very scary now, and the demonic pressure was somewhat uncontrollably released.

Narcissa walked over and took Lucius's hand, bringing back a little bit of his sanity.

"I just want to finish what I'm saying, Mr. Malfoy." Wenda couldn't help but feel shocked. She was very familiar with Narcissa, but she didn't have much impression of Lucius.

Every time she and Narcissa talked until late, Mr. Malfoy would look at them with pitiful eyes, and Narcissa would look at her apologetically, implicitly expressing her willingness to talk again tomorrow.

So in Wenda's impression, this is a clingy guy who can't live without his wife.

But now, she finally understood why her husband both liked and feared this family.

"Do you think it is difficult to kill the caster? If so, why is the Sleeping Beauty Curse a forbidden spell and lost in the wizarding world?" Wenda did not need Lucius to answer.

"Because it requires the complete demise of the caster from body to soul." After Wenda finished speaking, the room fell silent.

Whether it is Lucius, Narcissa or Snape, none of them have the ability to attack the soul. The only two that can cause damage to the soul are dark and lightning.

The energy released by the Dark Element could corrode a person's soul, not to mention the endless curses. The Lightning Element's cleansing could either refine the soul or cause irreversible damage to it, depending on the caster's wishes.

They are not dark elements, and they can't use dark elements at all, and lightning elements...

"I'll go," Harry said firmly. "I'll kill him as planned! And I'll make his soul turn to ashes!" Harry wasn't afraid of killing, especially now, as the murderous intent in his heart was about to burst out of his throat.

That's right, as long as Quirrell and Voldemort are dead, the little dragon will wake up.

He originally just wanted to kill Voldemort, but why Xiaolong? Anyone can be sacrificed, but not Xiaolong!

"Harry, do you know what you are saying?" Lucius looked at Harry seriously, not missing any hesitation in his expression.

"You know, even without you, Sissy, Sev and I can find a plan to erase the soul." Sev's potion is only a few days away from being successfully developed. It is aimed at Voldemort's split soul.

Although they didn't know if it would be useful to Quirrell, they could first find a magic circle that could trap the soul, and then improve the potion.

Harry was only 11 years old. He shouldn't be burdened by the reputation of being a savior. This was no reason for him to kill people! If he had hesitated even a little, Lucius would not have agreed to that ridiculous and childish plan. It was obvious that it was the old bee who had fanned the flames.

What a clichéd plot of the savior fighting Voldemort, do you think it's a fairy tale?

"I can't wait. I can't bear to see Draco lying here, not moving or talking." Harry looked straight into Lucius' eyes without flinching, letting him see his firm belief.

"..." Lucius sighed. "Tomorrow, Dumbledore won't be in school tomorrow."

The room was silent, no one able to speak to stop it. Perhaps because of the prophecy, Harry would eventually face this day. But now, it was because of the adults' incompetence that a child had to face it.

"It's okay, Uncle Luke, Aunt Cissy, Godfather," Harry soothed, sensing their guilt. He seemed to have matured and figured things out in an instant. He was no longer the obsessive, self-blaming, and confused person he had been just a dozen minutes earlier.

He smiled contentedly. He would no longer be confused by anything. He possessed an incomparable treasure, and all he had to do now was protect it at all costs.

"Godfather, I'm going back to school now." Harry bowed gracefully to everyone present and smiled sweetly. Then he walked to Draco's bed and bent over to tidy up his scattered hair.

"Wait for me, Draco," he said silently in his heart. Like every morning and evening before, he kissed Draco's forehead. With his back to the crowd, his eyes were filled with turbulent emotions, but finally calmed down.

"Come along," Lucius said. He had something to ask Dumbledore. Narcissa clearly thought the same thing, but with the dragon here, she wanted to stay with her baby. It didn't matter; there were no secrets between her and Luke; she knew what he wanted to ask.

"I'll stay here with Narcissa," Wenda said calmly, then glanced at Grindelwald with a complicated expression. "Sir, please come and take a look."

After spending so much time with Narcissa, her admiration for him had faded considerably. Tsk, look at how restless this love-brained woman is.

Wenda began to wonder what he had seen in the gentleman. But he was certainly charming and handsome when he was young. Well, Dumbledore was also certainly beautiful when he was young...