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

In the days after Halloween, the infirmary was filled with students.

Some people dropped their potions because they forgot when they would expire, and some people were frozen because they didn't know how to use the heat preservation spell. Fortunately, the protective magic was still effective, but those who were not fatally injured could only be treated by Madam Pomfrey in the infirmary.

I heard that the potions in the infirmary have been particularly unpalatable these days.

Soon, Christmas will come right after Halloween. Draco and Harry will definitely go back home for Christmas.

Hermione also wanted to go back. She had promised her parents that she would tell them about the magical wizards. Moreover, she had a group of good friends and she wanted to go back and share her joy with her parents.

Ron was about to go back, but when he heard Blaise say somewhat disappointedly that he probably wouldn't go home, he immediately patted his chest and vowed to stay in school with Blaise.

Bryce was very happy, even though he had been frequently pranked by two unknown people who looked exactly like him recently.

Pansy also wanted to go back, but she was different. She was going back to fight with the motley crew of relatives who had come from afar.

Humph, that group of people will definitely say something about girls not being able to inherit the family business, and persuade parents to let her marry their children or adopt their children as step-sons.

Isn't it just bullying her parents for not being good at speaking? Sure enough, this family still depends on her to protect it!

See if she doesn't use the name of Draco Harry Brace to crush those unknown relatives.

Pansy was so heroic and full of vigor, just like a female warrior.

Mrs. Parkinson sneezed suddenly, and she was only slightly puzzled. Then she smiled gracefully at the mother and son sitting opposite her, and continued to mock the whimsical fool with subtle and cryptic sarcasm.

Wanting them to adopt her son as the Parkinson family successor? And what about not cutting off the Parkinson family bloodline? That's a nice thought! Are all their things Pansy's, okay?

They couldn't let their little darling Pansy come home and see this mess.

Needless to say, Neville had received a letter from his parents before, expressing that they were looking forward to spending a happy Christmas with him.

"Remember to come back and share your interesting stories with me. Especially you, Pansy. I really want to know how you outsmarted those relatives!" Ron waved goodbye to his friends who got on the car reluctantly.

Only after he was out of sight did he, Draco, Harry, and Blaise turn around and go back to Hogwarts.

Draco and Harry didn't take the express. They waited for their godfather to finish organizing the lesson plan and then walked home together. Draco knew that his parents must be waiting for them at home!

As they passed the fireplace, Draco and Harry's eyes lit up.

Malfoy Manor is decorated magnificently. Compared with the luxury and elegance of the past, the Malfoy Manor filled with Christmas atmosphere has a touch of warmth and romance.

"Mom and Dad!" Draco skillfully ignored the big black dog wagging its tail in front of the fireplace, walked around the tactless guy and ran straight into Lucius Narcissa's arms.

"I missed you guys so much~" Draco said coquettishly, burying himself in Lucius' arms.

"Uncle Luke, Aunt Cissy." Harry gave Narcissa a gentle hug and was held tightly by her. He silently felt the warmth of this moment.

So much had happened in less than six months. He'd been lost, doubtful, and filled with self-blame and guilt. He didn't regret killing Quirrell, nor did he resist his own ruthlessness. He was just so tired... and now, in this embrace, he finally relaxed.

So warm, is this the feeling of a mother's embrace? Harry held back his tears, took a deep breath, and looked up to see the calm and composed Harry Potter again.

Narcissa felt a little distressed. Things happened too quickly, leaving them with not much time to comfort and console the two children. She could see at a glance the well-concealed fatigue and determination in the child's eyes.

No matter how much she said, a hug was better than anything else. She had told Lily that she would treat Harry like her own child. And she had indeed done so over the years. It could be said that she knew Harry very well.

The family, along with Snape, sat on the sofa and chatted about the trivial things they had encountered. Although they were just some small things, everyone listened very attentively. A warm atmosphere quietly flowed in this space.

If there wasn't a big black dog that didn't know how to read people's expressions and ruin the atmosphere.

"Woof woof woof woof woof woof, woof woof woof! (I've been having a lot of problems, ask me!)" The big black dog lay on the carpet expectantly, wagging his tail non-stop. Did Draco and Harry just ignore him? Oh, isn't this a normal thing?

He had been like this ever since he found Regulus, maintaining his Animagus. He could no longer face those he had hurt with his own appearance. Whether it was Narcissa, Snape, Harry, or... Regulus.

He finally understood, but it was too late. The damage had been done and he could no longer deceive himself and gloss over the situation.

He had heard that if a person remained in Animagus form for too long, they would eventually forget how to change back to human form.

He felt that perhaps this could atone for his arrogance and ignorance, even if others didn't know or needed it, even if it was just his wishful thinking.

Like Cissy said, he really is a selfish bastard, and everything he does is just to make himself feel better.

He laughed at himself and decided to indulge his willfulness for the last time. He didn't know how to mend the cracks, and although he was willing to pay the price for his mistakes, he didn't know what to do to be forgiven.

He looked at the warmth of the Malfoy family's home, and unconsciously smiled bitterly. Everything here seemed so warm and full of the breath of life, and this atmosphere was undoubtedly an indescribable luxury for him.

Deep down in his heart, he actually envied such a life and longed to have it and integrate into it.

But these were things he once had, but had discarded by his own hands. Now, they have become an unattainable dream, and he can only savor them silently in his heart.

He was completely surprised that Sissy would invite him to Christmas, but he was also very happy, even though he knew clearly that, except for Sissy, almost no one in the family would truly welcome his arrival.

Perhaps, even Harry and Draco, who have always been kind, will only soften their attitude towards him a little bit... right?

However, even so, he came here without hesitation.

Because at this moment, he just wanted to feel this long-lost warmth and tranquility again, even if it was only for a brief moment... before Regulus woke up...

"Sirius, if your brain hadn't been sucked away by the Dementors, you would know that no one here can understand dog talk." Snape really couldn't bear to watch. This stupid dog has been acting like this since he rescued Regulus. I wonder what's wrong with him now.

But as long as he didn't see that annoying face, he could still tolerate it a little.

But this does not include the time when this stupid dog can't even understand what people say. How come, does he really think of himself as a dog?

Narcissa glanced at Sirius calmly. She knew the idiot too well, wondering what he was thinking with his unique way of thinking. Never mind. She didn't care. She would make sure Sirius didn't die, and let the rest be. Respect the fate of others and let go of the desire to help others.

"Harry, Draco, there is a guest living in the innermost room on the third floor of our house. Don't be too surprised if you see him, okay?" Narcissa gently warned the two children.

"Who is it, Mom?" Draco and Harry guessed.

"He's Narcissa's youngest brother. If he wakes up, he'll definitely like Draco and Harry. He loves children," Lucius said. He had a good impression of Regulus, his brother-in-law. He was probably the only normal person in the Black family.

Oh, of course, these people don't include Xixi. They don't even name Xixi after a constellation, although Daffodil sounds nice too.

Harry was a little surprised. He had learned about Inferi, which were simply corpses that were forcibly left behind. But from what they said, Regulus Black was still alive?

Draco and Harry both became curious.

After dinner, the two said they were going to the game room to watch anime, but actually ran to the third floor.

The room was easy to find. When the entire Malfoy Manor was shrouded in the warmth of the spell, the room emitting cold air was very conspicuous.

Harry and Draco curiously pushed the door open and walked in. Harry worriedly cast a warming spell on Draco.

What greeted my eyes was a sea of icy blue and white. The interweaving of these two colors created a chilling yet dreamy atmosphere. The entire room seemed covered in a thick layer of ice, making everything seem bone-chillingly cold.

The room was decorated in a simple and clear style, without too many decorations, yet exuding a simple beauty. The walls, ceiling, and floor were all made of ice, shimmering faintly with crystal clear light.

In the center of the room stood a large bed carved from ice and snow. On the bed lay a person, vaguely visible through the flowing veils.

The room was completely silent, with no furniture or objects other than the large, icy bed. It felt like a place forgotten by time, cold and lonely.

In such an environment... was Regulus really still alive? Harry had some doubts, but he was sure that Aunt Cissy and the others, including his godfather, did not show any strange expressions. They were sure that Regulus was alive, or in a deep sleep, otherwise they would not say the word "wake up".

Harry and Draco walked forward curiously, lifted the pure white veil, and finally saw the person inside.