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

(There's a little bit of a knife. How did I write that?)

When Draco was born, he was in poor health. Because Lucius's mission failed, Voldemort gave Narcissa a Cruciatus, causing Narcissa, who was due in July, to go into labor early and give birth to their treasure.

No one could say whether Voldemort did it on purpose, because the prophecy was about a child being born in July.

But why? Voldemort is protecting the Malfoys? What a joke.

Because Draco was in poor health, Narcissa begged Snape to be the child's godfather. She believed that as the godson of a Potions Master, he would be free from illness and pain. This was just a mother's most simple wish.

Draco loves to laugh, and even when Voldemort comes occasionally, he will smile sweetly at him.

Voldemort's face had already become very bad at that time. Perhaps it was this smile that made Voldemort give up the idea of giving Lucius the Cruciatus.

They never found the prophesied child. Voldemort came to punish Lucius as a warning to others.

But Draco always cried for no reason and then became very clingy. Sometimes it was Lucius, sometimes it was Narcissa, and sometimes it was Snape.

It only took Snape seven days to go from being unfamiliar with singing a lullaby to Draco in his arms.

He had no way to deal with this soft child, especially when he saw his trusting, pure smile.

When he was a little older, Voldemort suddenly disappeared, and Draco began to learn how to stumble to the door to greet Lucius, who was exhausted by the Ministry's inquiries.

Every time he saw the little ball stumbling towards him, Lucius felt that all the suffering he had endured was nothing. He worked hard to escape from the Ministry just to see Draco's innocent smile.

Otherwise, what would happen to his little dragon? He's still so small.

When Lucius finally escaped from the charge of being a Death Eater and worked hard to develop the Malfoy family's business.

But something happened that broke their hearts. Draco was gone.

Where can a two-year-old child who can't even speak clearly go?

They searched almost the entire Malfoy house but couldn't find Draco.

Narcissa felt very guilty. Seeing that Draco was feeling much better, she took him to the garden. She just wiped the sweat off Draco's face and turned around to get his small water cup, but Draco disappeared.

When Snape arrived, he noticed traces of a portkey being used and asked seriously if anyone was suspicious.

There are many people who hate Malfoy, but few hate him this much.

Perhaps... it was those Death Eaters! Those fanatical lackeys must have thought Malfoy had betrayed Voldemort, otherwise how could he have escaped unscathed?

They checked one by one, and finally found Draco a day later.

When they entered the dark and narrow basement, Narcissa nearly fainted on the spot. Lucius cried heartbreakingly. Snape's eyes also turned red unconsciously.

The ground was covered with blood, and the Death Eater was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he had escaped, but no one cared about that. They only cared about the little scarred child.

No one dared to hug Draco, fearing that the scars on his small body would become worse.

Only after Snape knelt on the ground to treat some of Draco's external injuries did the few people hurriedly take Draco to the Malfoy family hospital.

But after that, Draco stopped laughing. He was like a hollow puppet, and didn't respond no matter what he did.

Snape consulted various books and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with Draco's body. It might be that Draco did not want to communicate with the outside world and built a barrier for himself to protect himself.

But at the same time, their words could not reach Draco's ears.

But maybe it was a good thing that Draco had no memory of that day.

It's okay, Draco is just sick and will be fine.

What happened? Everyone tacitly agreed not to mention it.

It’s just that there are more and more protective magics in Malfoy Manor.

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Draco was very happy. Today was a rare day for his mother to take him out to play in the garden. Usually, he was not allowed to go out to play when the weather was a little hot or cold.

Although I know it's for his own good, he's almost bored to death.

Draco was exploring the flowers excitedly. He saw a flower that looked like it was made of gem and wanted to show it to his mother. Then his mother would happily give Draco an extra piece of apple pie for dinner.

But the moment he touched the flower, he was like being thrown into a washing machine and disappeared in an instant.

When he came to his senses, he had arrived in a dark place. Two burly uncles were looking at him with ill intentions.

"It must be the young master of the Malfoy family." One of the shorter ones said in a strange, excited voice.

"Nonsense, you can't recognize this hair? I didn't expect that the door key actually worked." The other man had a twisted smile on his face.

"Okay, great. I'll let Lucius Malfoy know the consequences of betraying his master!" This was worth his efforts to mix the door key into the flowers and transport it into Malfoy Manor.

Why, why were they still so high and mighty nobles? They were able to escape the post-war reckoning? And they had to linger on like dead dogs!

They planned this kidnapping in the name of helping Voldemort deal with traitors. They didn't want gold Galleons, they just wanted those high-ranking nobles to feel the pain too!

Little Draco sat on the ground in a daze. He couldn't understand what the two strange uncles were saying. Although he was a little scared of coming to this place suddenly, he still showed a cute smile.

"Uncle? Hug me." He didn't want to sit on the ground and get dirty. He would get sick.

He stretched out his small arms, but instead of the hug he expected, he received a curse. "Quickly imprison."

He was tied up with ropes and watched the two men getting closer and closer to him.

He felt the pain of the knife cutting into his body, and he cried out for his parents. But his parents, who used to hold him in their arms and comfort him when he fell, never showed up.

He felt something slipping away bit by bit, and his little head couldn't understand why his uncle cut him again and again.

Ouch, it hurts, Mom and Dad, please save Xiaolong!

Is this me who's screaming? Draco thought half-heartedly.

"You can't do that! We're wizards, okay? Wadiwasi! Fire all the bullets!" Sharp stones and magical birds struck the child's wounds. Draco only twitched, making no sound.

"Why isn't he crying? Is he dead?" The tall man didn't want the Malfoy child to die so soon. They hadn't had enough fun yet.

He kicked the child's head impatiently and was frightened by the pair of gray and emotionless eyes. Then he kicked Draco in anger.

"M, you little bastard, scared me. You're very patient, right? Transfiguration torture!" The red light penetrated straight into Draco's body, but he had no reaction, not even blinking.

The man swallowed, a little frightened. "Hey, this kid is a little weird."

The other man also felt something was wrong. Even an adult wouldn't be able to endure the torture of deformation. But this child remained silent, not even moving. And...

They cut him so many times with a knife. After one night, even an adult would have bled out long ago, right?

The two men, having regained consciousness from the pleasure of torture, felt more and more that something was wrong. Just because he was a wizard didn't mean he lacked common sense.

"It hurts, uncle." Draco tilted his head and stared at the two wizards with his eyes that were emotionless and inexplicably dark.

He slowly stood up, the ropes on his body falling off. He rubbed his wrists, his movements somewhat stiff and unnatural, and smiled at the two terrified wizards. "Uncle, were you playing a game with Draco just now?"

"Draco doesn't like it. He almost passed out from the pain." Draco pouted in annoyance. He spoke very fluently, completely different from before when he could only call mom and dad.

"You, you, you monster!" The two wizards saw with their sharp eyes that the wounds on the wrists and neck were healing and disappearing at an astonishing speed.

"How rude. This is Draco's innate ability." He let a green light penetrate his body and smiled sweetly at the two wizards.

The two wizards broke out in cold sweats. Avatar is an instant death curse! Monster! Monster!

"Don't call Draco a monster, I'll really get angry." Draco suddenly became unhappy. How could you call Draco a monster? Draco is obviously a baby, an angel.

He gently waved his hand, suspending the two adults in the air, thinking about the spells he had seen.

"Fiendfyre." Golden flames rose into the air, surrounding only the two wizards.

Watching them disappear in the screams, leaving no ashes behind, Draco touched his heart and whispered, "Does it hurt anymore? Sorry, I'm late."

As if he had heard something, he continued, "Go to sleep. Everything will be fine when you wake up. You'll see Mom and Dad. Just think of it as a dream."

"Good night, Draco." Draco slowly closed his eyes.

You won't remember any of this, you just fell asleep in the garden.

As expected, using high-intensity magic was too much of a stretch. Perhaps Draco would have some aftereffects when he woke up.

Draco fell to the ground. The fatal wounds had disappeared. Only a few wounds remained, still bleeding quietly.

Hold on a little longer, mom and dad will be here soon.