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

The man lying in the middle of the bed had facial features that were similar to, yet different from, those of Narcissa and Sirius. They had some similarities, such as a high nose bridge and deep eyes, but they also had differences.

Compared to Sirius's sharp lines, this man's features seemed softer.

His skin had a pale hue, like the earth covered with the first snow on a winter day.

His eyes were tightly closed, his long eyelashes casting a faint shadow. Even in his sleep, his brows were still slightly furrowed, as if he was suffering from some kind of trouble in his dreams.

There was a look of fragility between his brows, a fragility that did not come from external pressure or hardship, but from the loneliness and helplessness deep in his heart.

The whole room was filled with a peaceful atmosphere. Although there was no trace of frost on Regulus's body, he exuded an air that was even colder than the entire room.

But Harry felt it, the faint but real heartbeat.

"This is my master, Master Regulus." Harry and Draco turned to see a strange elf who looked older than the other house-elves. He had been staying in the shadows behind the door until Draco and Harry reached Regulus, then he came out and spoke.

"You are Kreacher, aren't you?" Harry thought of what Sirius had complained to them before.

"Yes, Master Harry, Master Draco." Kreacher lowered his head respectfully.

It was obvious that Narcissa and Lucius must have said something or warned the elf, otherwise Harry would not believe that a pure-blood elf would be so respectful to him. Oh, except for the Malfoy family.

Draco looked curiously at the obvious frost on the elf. "You've been staying here the whole time? Aren't you cold?"

"Merciful young master, Kreacher is not cold. As long as Kreacher stays with Master Regulus, he won't feel cold. Kreacher is very satisfied." Kreacher no longer had the nervousness he had at the Black residence. Now, his greatest wish was to see Master Regulus wake up.

He stayed here day after day, watching the young master's heartbeat getting stronger day by day, and cried countless times.

"But if you get frozen, Uncle Regulus will be sad when he wakes up. I remember reading in a book that a patient's body should not be overly happy or sad. Right, Harry?" Draco turned to seek Harry's approval.

"Really? Kreacher has a good meal." Kreacher hesitated.

"Really? At least wear more clothes, Kreacher. Malfoy never abuses house-elves. You should have your own room and clothes, right?" Harry rubbed Draco's head lovingly and said what Draco meant.

His little dragon always has a soft heart. All he has to do is protect this pure land.

He wanted to build a high platform and sit in a high position, wasn't it just for this? To see Draco's carefree smile.

Even if it was him...it didn't matter. Because Draco couldn't be wrong. He was the one who made Draco worry.

Narcissa had said these words before, but for some reason, they sounded particularly convincing coming from Draco and Harry, and Kreacher believed them subconsciously.

"It's all Kreacher's fault. Kreacher is a bad elf. Kreacher will make Master Regulus worry!" Kreacher held his head but didn't dare to bang it against the wall or the ground, for fear of disturbing the sleeping Regulus.

"Go and take care of yourself, Kreacher, so that your uncle won't worry when he wakes up." Draco completely controlled Kreacher.

"Yes, yes, Kreacher will be right there!" Kreacher snapped his fingers and disappeared.

"Draco, when do you think Regulus will wake up?" Harry found that even his godfather was fond of this man. When everyone compared him to Sirius, he became curious about Regulus.

"He seems to be in a state where his soul cannot sense his body." Draco carefully sensed it with magic and came to the same conclusion as Snape.

But... "Changing the body or remodeling it will be fine. The main thing is that there is too much dead energy in this body. It's almost reached its limit." Draco's eyes sparkled, "If mom agrees..."

"Draco!" Narcissa stood at the door seriously.

"We agreed that you can only do this when you come of age!" Draco is still young and doesn't understand the significance of those experiments.

"But..." Draco pouted. Obviously his method was quick, wasn't it?

"No buts!" Narcissa realized her tone might be a little harsh, so she softened her tone. "Mom also hopes Uncle can wake up soon, but, Draco, you can't. You don't know the weight of life yet." She gently stroked Draco's cheek and kissed his forehead.

"I understand, Mom." Draco didn't understand, but he still listened to his mother very much. He didn't want to make her unhappy.

Harry understood what Narcissa meant and squeezed Draco's hand comfortingly.

"Okay, my darlings, we will find a way to deal with your uncle. You just need to study happily and grow up, okay?" Narcissa hugged the two children gently.

"Did you forget about the appointment with your godfather to make potions together? Severus told me that you were not in the game room, so I knew you two little naughty kids were here."

Narcissa led the two children out of the room. Snape stood at the door, his hands folded solemnly.

He glanced at them and said nothing. He walked towards the potions room. Harry said goodbye to Draco and Narcissa and quickly caught up with Snape, smiling ingratiatingly.

"Have your friends written down their observation logs after taking the medicine?" Snape asked suddenly.

"It's written." Draco and Harry each took out a notebook and handed it to Snape.

Snape flipped through it and said, "Very good. This divine potion will be provided to Hogwarts students after Christmas. There may be many tests, but don't worry. If anyone makes you unhappy, tell us."

Snape was already able to express his concern directly, especially when he was at Malfoy Manor, he would be more frank than other times.

There is nothing shameful about expressing love to the one you love, because the one who loves you will not hesitate to respond to you. This is what Malfoy taught him.

"Got it." Draco and Harry said in unison.

Snape nodded in satisfaction. "Alright, let's make the God's Potion today. Draco knows how to make it, you teach Harry. I still have some experiments to do." He still wanted to replicate it perfectly.

The three of them were conducting experiments and teaching, and the atmosphere was extremely harmonious.

After Draco finished teaching Harry, he felt a little bored watching Harry learn it quickly. His godfather was doing experiments, and Harry was repeatedly refining potions to ensure proficiency and stability.

He thought for a moment and decided to find something to do. He took out a lot of herbs from the medicine cabinet with familiarity.

Snape, who had been watching them out of the corner of his eye, frowned, feeling that things were not simple.

There are many medicinal herbs whose medicinal properties do not match each other, and can even be said to conflict with each other.

Draco skillfully changed to the crucible he usually used. Some of the herbs were carefully processed by him, while others were thrown in casually.

Although he understood Draco's arbitrary way of making medicine, Snape couldn't help but twitch his eyes.

No matter how many times he saw Snape, he always felt it was too casual, but Draco could always make all kinds of imaginative potions and never failed.

After a light green smoke emerged from the crucible, Draco seemed to remember something. He frowned and pondered for a moment, then took out a green leaf from the space and placed it in the crucible. As soon as the leaf entered the crucible, it quickly dissolved into the potion.

As time went on, more and more smoke emerged from the crucible, but instead of dispersing, it condensed above the crucible, forming a thick green mist. This mist seemed to have its own will, constantly rolling, as if waiting for something.

The potion in the crucible suddenly began to churn, emitting a large amount of bubbles. Thin strands of light golden smoke followed an invisible path and slowly entered the green mist.

The mist gradually gathered into a sphere half the size of a palm. The surface of the sphere was as smooth as a mirror, emitting a faint green light, giving people a mysterious and beautiful feeling.

At the same time, the potion in the crucible also changed. The formerly turbid potion gradually became clear and transparent, with only a few tiny impurities precipitating at the bottom. The sphere formed by the condensed mist was a lush green, like a precious gem, emitting a captivating luster.

Draco nodded in satisfaction, took out the bottle and placed it on the counter.

He used his magic to move the ball of mist over the bottle, and the mist flowed towards the bottle mouth as if by magic.

They keep spinning in the bottle, and if you watch them for a long time you will feel dizzy.

He looked at his sudden inspiration and nodded with satisfaction.

As expected of me~ Draco raised his head proudly.

Harry and Snape hadn't taken their eyes off the emerald green sphere since it took shape.

I didn't expect that Draco wanted the mist instead of the potion in the crucible?

How do you use the mist? Do you inhale it?

If you don't understand, just ask Draco. Seeing Draco's proud look now, he is probably waiting for them to ask him.

"Draco, what does this potion do?" Harry asked curiously.