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

"Ahem." Snape was the first to come to his senses. He felt a little uncomfortable. He had never been so close to a child before, and it softened his hardened heart. Seeing his friend's face like a silly father, he couldn't help but wonder if he had just been like that. "Lucius, you look as stupid as a troll who has inhaled love potion."

"My little dragon is adorable, isn't it?" Lucius was used to Snape's venom. But he immediately changed his tone. "I didn't say anything to stop you just now because I trusted you, Severus. Now, can you tell me what you think?" Lucius had actually wanted to stop the little dragon from going with them, but Narcissa stopped him. They felt that Severus must have his own intentions.

"Given Xiaolong's situation, I think you wouldn't send him to Durmstrang or Beauxbatons to study. For his safety and protection, I think you would send him to Hogwarts. That's why you invited me today. Originally, you weren't sure if I could hear you, but after confirming it, you were relieved. Can you tell me why, Lucius? You and Narcissa should be the ones who know best."

Snape expressed his guess. Although a lot of things had happened, he was a double agent after all, so he still had some observation skills.

"I can't hide it from you. Take a look at this." Lucius took a small booklet from the bookshelf and handed it to Snape. With a serious expression, he said, "This is what Narcissa and I deduced from that system conversation. If fate were a book, then the protagonist is undoubtedly the savior, and the villain is the Dark Lord. So..."

"Thus, those who can hear inner voices must have played a role in the Savior's victory over the Dark Lord, such as myself, a double agent." Snape quickly read through the whole thing and tacitly continued Lucius's words. He, too, looked solemn, yet also struck by the absurdity. "Destiny..."

"I believe fate isn't unchangeable. What happened to Xiaolong has already told us that, hasn't it?" Lucius smiled confidently. Regardless of his fate's original course, he now had the ability to change it and would even become strong enough to shoulder it. "I think we should go meet the greatest white wizard of this century. If my guess is correct, he's one of those who can hear."

Snape pondered for a moment, "Are you going to explain to him the magic of the little dragon?" If he had wanted to answer Harry, he would definitely not be able to avoid Dumbledore. He just needed to half-truth about the postcard he got by accident. He believed that the old bee would listen to Lily's opinion no matter what. After all, Lily was Harry's relative.

However, if Lucius wants to cooperate, he will inevitably reveal some things to Dumbledore, but is it too early now?

"Severus, I think I have the strength now." Lucius released the magical fluctuations around him and looked at his friend's disbelief. "So, Xiaolong is my greatest confidence."

"Is this the effect of the potion? It's amazing." Snape's fanatical eyes seemed to want to dissect Lucius. For a potion master, nothing was more attractive than potions.

"Yes and no," Lucius smiled mysteriously. He stood up and took two books from a locked box and placed them in front of Snape. "This is a guide to elemental magic practice. You can't take this out of Malfoy Manor. I think you know the reason. This is a complete collection of ancient potion recipes. I think you should like this one more."

Lucius didn't think that this was some kind of secret book that could not be found anywhere else, but now was not a good time to take it out. He gave it to Snape because he was recognized as a family member by Lucius and he believed in Snape. What's more precious was something else in Xiaolong's possession, which was a collection of books that amounted to a world.

Snape took the two books, feeling both ashamed and happy for Lucius's trust. He first wrote down the contents of the training guide, then quickly flipped through the potion recipe book after returning it to Lucius. A few glances at it made him feel like he had found a treasure. If he hadn't remembered that he had something else to say, he would have immediately immersed himself in the ocean of knowledge.

Lucius knew the conversation couldn't continue from his expression, but he'd finished what he needed to say. "Alright, alright, I've got everything ready for you. You can stay here tonight at the usual place. I've invited Dumbledore to come tomorrow." He seemed to remember something.

"Remember to practice according to the guide after drinking the potion. Don't read the potion too late. You won't miss breakfast tomorrow and disappoint Xiaolong, right?" There was a hint of threat in the words.

Snape stood up and glanced at Lucius indifferently, "Don't compare me with those trolls whose heads are full of sphinx." He snorted coldly and turned to go to his exclusive guest room in the Malfoy family. He didn't even need the elf to lead the way.

Lucius shook his head with a laugh. He then pulled out a piece of paper, thought for a moment, and wrote a letter...

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Draco got up very early today. He was happy at the thought of going to the Muggle world tomorrow.

He changed and went downstairs. In the dining room, four adults were discussing something. Wait, four? A man in a black robe with his back to Draco was clearly his godfather, and there was also an old man in a purple robe with stars...?

"Good morning, Mom and Dad. Godfather... who are you?" Draco looked at the black-robed man who turned around in shock. 65 and Draco were both shocked. [Oh my god, handsome guy, who are you?]

If yesterday's Godfather was a gloomy middle-aged uncle, then today's Godfather seemed to be 18 years old again, with a tall hooked nose, deep and mysterious black eyes, a handsome face without deep nasolabial folds, fair skin, tall and thin figure, he was completely different.

Draco was unsure, [This is my godfather! 65! ]

"It's unbelievable, but he is indeed your godfather." 65 already knew the whole story, except for what he couldn't tell his master. He told Draco, "Yesterday your father had your godfather drink a gene repair potion, but I didn't expect such a big change."

"This is amazing! Mom and Dad haven't changed that much." Draco exclaimed. He didn't notice the old man with a white beard watching him with interest, but Lucius and the others obviously noticed and exchanged a knowing look.

[Actually, your godfather is your father's junior.] 65 hesitated. To be honest, it was hard to believe that they were together. Rather than saying they were junior and senior, it was more like the other way around.

[Xiaolong, your father's handsomeness has always been there. It's hard to tell the difference, but...]

Snape had a dark face. After washing up yesterday, he wanted to chat with Lily and savor the book of potions. He had a feeling that after reading it, he would be able to reach a higher level in the field of potions.

But thinking that the old bee would come to visit him tomorrow, he reluctantly said goodbye to his beloved potion, took out the repair potion given to him by Lucius and drank it, and ended up falling asleep unconsciously in that comfort.

After waking up, he felt that his magic power had improved a lot, and some hidden injuries on his body had disappeared. He practiced for a while according to the elemental magic training guide given to him by Lucius. He saw green balls floating in the air and guided them into his magic power. The feeling of improvement was very wonderful, which made him feel very good until he saw his student face in the bathroom.

When he went downstairs, not only was he dragged along by the Malfoys to reminisce about his school days, but he was also surrounded by the old bees who had arrived early, treating him like a rare animal. The embarrassment he had barely suppressed after finally getting to the point was provoked again by the little brat who got up.

"Then Godfather must have had a very hard life." Draco suddenly said, and for a moment, the four adults were stunned.

[Why do you say that, Xiaolong?] 65 was puzzled.

[Because the Godfather has changed a lot.] Seeing that 65 still didn't understand, Draco gave an example.

[My parents have spoiled me since I was a child, and I have always had the best food, clothing and other necessities, so I just look a little better. Maybe it’s because of detoxification and beauty?

Dad used to work for Voldemort. 65, didn't you say that working for someone else is bullshit? So Dad became haggard working for that black-hearted boss, but he got better immediately after drinking the potion, so Dad hasn't changed much.

The Godfather has changed the most. He must have been hurt a lot, so he was sad and unhappy. After drinking the medicine, he became happy and his injuries healed, so he looks much younger.

[Huh? I think so. Xiaolong, do you want to hear about your godfather's childhood? I just found a melon.] 65 didn't know what happened after he finished speaking. Someone at the table stiffened.

"No." Draco said without hesitation.

[Why? Isn't Xiaolong curious?] 65 doesn't understand.

"If my Godfather wasn't happy, I don't want to know." Draco said, becoming serious. "I'm still a child. If my Godfather had a hard time as a child, I'd be really angry and heartbroken after hearing about it. I'd treat him really well to make it up to him."

[Isn't this a good thing?] 65 I don't think there's anything wrong with it. Isn't it a good thing to feel sorry for others?

"But the Godfather doesn't need it." Draco's words surprised everyone. "The Godfather is obviously the kind of person who keeps everything to himself. He definitely doesn't want others to know his privacy. Just like I never see my parents' private life."

I don't think I can hide it from the adults. If my godfather knew why I was so nice to him, would he be unhappy again? He might not like Xiaolong anymore. Draco started to feel sad as he spoke.

65 stared blankly at the serious Draco, and suddenly regretted that he had no physical body, otherwise he could have been close to the little dragon, the fragrant and soft little dragon hehehe [Xiaolong, are you an angel? ]

Lucius and Narcissa could hardly disagree; their little dragon was indeed a little angel. Even Dumbledore, who had always been ignored, had a look of surprise and admiration in his eyes, as well as a sense of guilt towards Snape.

'It's indeed a very cute little guy, not at all like the child raised by the shrewd and calculating Malfoy.' He thought he understood why Lucius Malfoy would negotiate with him for this little guy.

Coupled with this magical ability, his in-depth study of magic made him feel more clearly than others the warnings from the world and the world's protection of the little guy in front of him. 'Malfoy...'

Snape, the person involved, didn't even notice how soft his expression had become. Those childish words warmed his long-frozen heart. He was unusually overwhelmed by such kindness. Years of shutting himself off left him unsure how to react. He clenched his fist, then unclenched it, reaching up to touch Draco's face.

"Why don't you say hello to your godfather, Xiaolong."