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

"Thank you very much for your invitation. To be honest, we have only seen owls when Hermione started school and at Christmas. I was surprised when the owl knocked on the door then." Mrs. Granger was a humorous and straightforward person.

She also knew wizards and had thought that they were the kind of people who looked down on Muggles. She didn't expect that Mrs. Malfoy, who looked like an aristocrat, would invite them to give the children a surprise.

"It's all for the children, right? And Hermione is very outstanding. I met her once at Hogwarts. I can tell that she will achieve extraordinary things in the future." Narcissa replied with a smile.

"Yes, Pansy often mentioned Hermione to me. My child has been a bit spoiled since he was young. He was so happy to have a female friend for the first time. More than a dozen owls flew to our house in one night. My husband and I didn't sleep all night."

Mrs. Parkinson was a beautiful woman with an aggressive look. I thought she was the kind of person who was difficult to get along with, but I didn't expect her to speak in such a soft and weak tone.

"That's right. I was worried about Hermione before. Although she never said it, I know she also wants to play with children of the same age." Mrs. Granger sighed and then became happy again.

"She came back at Christmas and told us she had made a lot of friends, but I didn't believe her. It wasn't until many owls brought gifts on Christmas Day that we were sure of it."

"Today I saw that Hermione's nails were so beautiful. Pansy must have done it for her, right? And she's a girl. I couldn't recognize Hermione when she came back that day. She was so beautiful." Mrs. Granger exclaimed.

"How can you be so praised? Pansy would be so proud of herself if she knew that. Hermione is still the best. She is good at studying, smart and sensible. She must have never given you and your wife any headaches, right?"

"Then you guessed wrong, let me tell you..."

Meanwhile, Mrs. Zabini was happily chatting with Molly. Occasionally, her son's loneliness made her feel distressed, but she didn't know how to comfort him.

But things changed after Brace went to school. His smile became more genuine, and he would occasionally write to her awkwardly to show his concern. She was keenly aware of these changes and found a clue from the name that appeared most frequently in the letters.

Ron Weasley, a lively, cheerful, food-loving and cute little boy.

Although her son himself may not have noticed the signs yet, as a mother, she knows her child too well.

Since Bryce liked it, she would do her best to satisfy him. So she paved the way for Bryce as usual.

Molly liked Blaise very much; he was polite and endearing. She looked at the frail and delicate Madam Zabini, and her eyes, filled with pity, seemed to fill her with something.

Grindelwald and Dumbledore were being affectionate with each other and were skillfully ignored by the parents who already knew about their relationship.

Mr. Diggory was happily chatting with Arthur and Mr. Granger. Lucius was flitting around his wife, and Snape couldn't bear to watch. He sat comfortably by the window, enjoying a rare moment of relaxation.

Everyone was chatting happily. They were all parents who loved their children. When several people tried hard to maintain this relationship, the atmosphere was particularly harmonious.

Draco and the others were having a blast. Not to mention Hermione who lived in the Muggle world, even the young wizards who had never left the wizarding world were dazzled by the prosperity of the Muggle world.

They happily shuttled among the crowd, took motionless photos with their favorite characters, and were coaxed into buying those non-magical gadgets with a few words.

When everyone was brought back by the saints who were secretly protecting them, they were holding big bags and small bags, and their cheeks were rosy with joy.

The parents wiped their sweat, received gifts, and the children happily sat beside their parents, sharing their joy.

Cedric pulled Theodore to sit next to Mr. Diggory. Mr. Diggory was a gentle, cheerful, and considerate man. He noticed Theodore's discomfort and calmly diffused the awkwardness. Soon, the two of them were talking and laughing.

One of the hooded saints kept his eye on Theodore. He couldn't help but pull his hood down even lower, greedily watching the smile on Theodore's face.

Theodore seemed to sense something. He stared at the saint for a moment, lost in thought. When the saint's body froze, he turned around and continued chatting with Cedric as if nothing had happened.

Only the saint's hands trembled beneath his robe, almost in tears. He saw Theodore turn his head and silently mouth the words "Dad".

The crowd quieted down only when Big Ben began to ring.

孩子们都依偎在家长的怀里，透过巨大的透明的落地窗抬头看着天空，静静的等待着。周围的人全部都在默默的倒计时10、9、8...3、2、1、0！

The moment the countdown reached zero, a loud bang broke the original silence. A huge firework exploded above the crowd, and countless rays of light intertwined together, like a colorful painting unfolding before our eyes.

Cries of surprise rang out from the crowd. Then, a sparse stream of blue sparks flew everywhere, vanishing in an instant. Then, in an instant, they shot up into the sky again, like a galaxy flowing backwards, blossoming into a giant, beautiful blue daffodil in the air.

The bright lights of the fireworks illuminated the teasing smiles on everyone's faces as they looked at Lucius and Narcissa.

As time passed, there were more and more fireworks in the sky, appearing before people's eyes in various shapes and postures.

Some resembled lions howling at the sky, some looked like adorable badgers, some seemed calm and composed like soaring eagles, and some, like giant snakes snaking and twisting their bodies, slowly ascending in the night sky. The entire sky was like a magnificent painting, captivating and captivating.

Maybe Muggles don’t know Hogwarts, but any wizard who has been around here will recognize these four signs.

Everyone was deeply attracted by the beautiful scenery and was reluctant to leave. They all marveled at the generosity of the owner of this commercial street.

Gorgeous fireworks bloomed in the sky, making the originally dark night sky even more colorful, like a poetic painting. The deafening sound made people feel a power that shocked the soul.

The brilliant fireworks lit up every corner, and the whole street was filled with a joyful and peaceful atmosphere. People came out of their homes and flocked to the streets to witness this magnificent spectacle together.

The brilliant lights and fireworks on the commercial street are intertwined with each other, like bright stars dotted in the night sky, forming a beautiful picture.

These lights and fireworks complement each other, blooming like a sea of ​​fire and silver flowers, reflecting the beautiful scenery of the world like a starry sky, mysterious and romantic.

Fireworks point to the stars, and all wishes come true.

When the fireworks finally ended, a new round of revelry began. At Narcissa's suggestion, even the Saints joined in. Grindelwald had already left with Dumbledore, and they were nowhere to be found.

The children were all tired and fell asleep after watching the fireworks.

Narcissa suggested that the parents go play, as there was a large space on the third floor of the coffee shop where the children could take a nap and then be taken back after they had finished playing.

It doesn’t matter if she doesn’t want to wake the child up. She can ask the saints or house elves to help send the child back when the time comes.

The parents readily agreed and after settling their children down, they also went to join in the fun.

I don't know what time they returned home, but when Draco woke up according to his biological clock, the whole Malfoy Manor was quiet.

He took the breakfast prepared by the house elves and sat by the window. Outside, the house was covered in snow, but inside, it was warm as spring.

After breakfast, he held a cup of hot milk tea and admired the snowflakes falling outside the window.

He curled up quietly, in a daze.

It seems like it hasn't been this quiet for a long time...

The feeling of being alone...

Draco's thoughts were empty, his expressionless face like a delicate puppet, devoid of any life. He was like the always calm surface of the sea, as if nothing could stir up a ripple in him.

At least that's what Harry thought as he watched him from the stairs.

But Harry didn't go downstairs immediately. Instead, he went back to his room and got a small blanket.

The cup in his hand was carefully put away, and Draco, who was gently wrapped in a blanket, suddenly smiled, and there seemed to be a tiny light shining in his eyes.

Feeling the person behind him approaching, he moved and snuggled into a warm embrace, then sighed comfortably.

"Harry is always warm, but I'm always cold and can't get warm no matter what." Draco stretched out a hand in distress and looked at it in front of his eyes.

Pale, thin, with a faint pink tinge at the fingertips. Indeed, they resembled the hands of a little prince carved from ice and snow.

Harry reached out and took Draco's hand in his own, and the warmth continued to flow into Draco's hand through the place where they held each other.

"It's okay, I'm here. I won't let you get cold." Harry hugged Draco from behind. It was too cold. Even if there was a warming spell in the room, Draco couldn't run around in his pajamas. And so close to the window.

They all stopped talking and just looked outside quietly.

The constant heat behind him and Harry's strong and regular heartbeat made Draco, who had only slept for a while, drowsy.

It's so strange, there's no sound, but it doesn't feel quiet. Draco suddenly thought as he was about to fall asleep.

Perhaps it was Harry's heartbeat that was too loud.