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

Although Draco tried hard to appear mature and occasionally said things that were far beyond his age, those were all things he read in books and he just thought they were suitable to use here.

After hearing what 65 said, he didn't know why his chest felt tight, making him a little breathless. He loved his godfather very much. That embrace filled with the scent of herbs often appeared when he was sick, and every time it made little Draco feel at ease.

He had seen a book in his father's study that said using Avada Kedavra to kill someone would pollute a person's soul and even tear it apart.

He suddenly hated that cowardly fool Draco and felt sorry for his godfather walking alone in the dark. [This is too much. Even bullying the godfather. Humph, I hate Professor Dumbledore and won't send him postcards anymore!]

But he glanced up at Dumbledore, who seemed a little stiff for some reason, and felt that he shouldn't be taking his anger out on Professor Dumbledore. [Forget it, Professor Dumbledore didn't do these things. I shouldn't be taking my anger out on him. He must miss Miss Ariana very much. If, if he really did do something bad, then I... then I will...]

Draco didn't understand the concept of plotting. He only knew that Dumbledore had his godfather do something bad, even if it meant killing him. He racked his brains, but couldn't come up with any threatening words. "Hmph, I'm going to be really, really strong and protect my parents and godfather."

He didn't notice Dumbledore's stiffness, then his relaxation, and finally his involuntary smile as he looked at him. He also didn't notice his parents and godfather looking at him with tender eyes.

He suddenly realized that there was no sound around him. He looked up and saw four adults looking at him. He was slightly stunned, not knowing what was going on.

"Little Mr. Malfoy, maybe I can call you Draco? This is a gift for you, I hope you like it." Dumbledore blinked mischievously. He had prepared a children's flying broom that children liked, but before he left, an intuition urged him to prepare another gift. It seemed that it was because of this moment.

He liked this child very much, not only because his magic allowed him to understand the truth of the past and gave him the opportunity to confess to Ariana, but also because he found that this little Mr. Malfoy was well protected and had a sincere, kind and soft heart.

Maybe he was old, and he had brought his vigilance towards Gale to all aspects, including towards the Slytherin students, which made Tom... and now he realized that even if they were from Slytherin, he shouldn't look at them with prejudice, like the Malfoy family, like his Potions Master... Maybe he should think about it carefully...

Draco glanced at the Malfoys, and seeing them smile and nod at him, he took the box from Dumbledore's hand. The packaging was very much in line with Malfoy's aesthetic taste. He opened it and saw a golden-red feather and a bottle of unknown liquid.

[These are phoenix tears and a feathered dragon. They're very precious. Dumbledore is the only one in the whole of Britain who has a phoenix, and it's said to have been given by Grindelwald.] 65 is once again intoxicated by the beauty of love.

[However, the phoenix is actually a legacy of the Dumbledore family. It will appear whenever Dumbledore needs it.] 65 thought about it and added.

"Thank you, Professor Dumbledore. I like it very much," Draco said seriously. He was very happy that what he received was not a children's book or a toy. It made him feel proud to be treated as an adult.

He took out a few postcards from the alchemical necklace made by his mother that was cast with an invisible extension spell (for concealment). After thinking for a while, he took out a stack, put it in the gift box prepared by Doris and handed it to Dumbledore.

"This is my return gift. It's a postcard with magical powers that I accidentally obtained. I hope you like it too. Professor Dumbledore."

His pretending to be mature was so adorable that it was unfair. At least Lucius and Narcissa wanted to ruffle his soft platinum hair and kiss his cute little face.

Even Snape couldn't help but move his fingers. He had been shocked and moved by this child since just now. He couldn't express his feelings for the Malfoy family in words, but he secretly made up his mind to protect this precious friendship.

Dumbledore's hands trembled slightly, but he regained his composure in an instant. He accepted it with a composed expression, even teasing Draco. "Thank you, Draco. I'll study this gift carefully when I get back. I envy Lucius for having a reliable and steady heir."

"Yes, really? You're too kind. You are as wise and knowledgeable as the rumors say." Draco tried not to be too obviously proud... but he praised him for being mature and steady.

"Draco," Narcissa gently interrupted their business talk, "I think Daddy and Headmaster Dumbledore still have something to discuss. Perhaps you'd like to go and get some things ready for tomorrow's trip?"

Draco shrugged like a grown-up and hopped off his chair with an awkward limp. Yes, because he couldn't even touch the ground with his feet. "Grown-ups always have a lot to talk about."

[There's absolutely no need for that, Xiaolong. How should I put this...] The voice gradually faded away with Draco's cheerful footsteps.

"Then I think it's time to discuss some other issues, my dear Headmaster." Lucius looked at Draco's little figure lovingly as he disappeared upstairs. He turned his head with a serious expression, his sharp eyes fixed on Dumbledore. "Perhaps we can be frank, for some unspeakable reasons."

"Of course, of course." Dumbledore still looked kind. "Wouldn't it be more conducive to cooperation if we were to be more honest?"

This conversation was hidden from everyone else and the elves by Narcissa's magical circle. As for the shock Dumbledore felt, only the people involved knew.

The next day, Draco got up excitedly and went downstairs to see only his godfather and mother sitting downstairs waiting for him.

Narcissa felt him coming down immediately. She smiled gently, "Come on, Xiaolong. Today we have your favorite apple pie. Mom made it. I also made two extra for you and your new friend."

Draco knew he had to pick up the savior, Harry Potter, today. He was desperately looking forward to it, having no playmates. He wondered what kind of person the savior would be. Oh, and he also had to punish those Muggles to vent his anger on his new friend. He kissed Narcissa, who bent down cooperatively. "Good morning, Mom. Thank you. I'm so happy." Then he raised his hand and tugged at Snape's shirt cuff.

That's right, because they were going to the Muggle world, and they might have to bring a little troll to play with Draco today, so he had the rare opportunity to learn about how Muggles dress.

He wore a loose black shirt and slim-fitting black trousers, paired with lightweight black boots. These made his waist, legs, and skin look slimmer, and his hair, slightly longer, look even more beautiful. His hair was tied back in a small ponytail, giving him a certain charm. Despite Lucius and Narcissa's compliments, he still felt extremely uncomfortable.

He lowered his eyes to look at Draco, who was wearing a white hoodie and light blue overalls. He looked like a kitten, no, a kitten. He noticed that there were two pointed ears on the hat.

His expression softened, unable to refuse Draco, and with a hint of reluctance, he leaned forward, feeling the child gently kiss his cheek. "Good morning, Godfather. You look wonderful today." Facing Draco's compliment, Snape himself didn't even notice the corners of his mouth curl up and the discomfort disappear.

Draco happily ate his favorite apple pie, "Where's Daddy? Is he still sleeping in?" He had almost finished his breakfast and still hadn't seen his daddy. His daddy hadn't kissed the little dragon yet today, so he puffed up his cheeks childishly.

"Remember Professor Dumbledore who came yesterday? Your father had something to do and went out early this morning." Narcissa wiped the corner of Draco's mouth and couldn't help poking her son's puffy little face.

"Dad said that he would have no motivation to do things if he didn't kiss Xiaolong in the morning, but he would be full of energy again when he thought that Xiaolong would be waiting for him to come back home for dinner in the evening. So only you and godfather will go together today. Mom has cleaned up a guest room at home. I don't think your godfather's place is suitable for children to live in." As she said that, she couldn't help but glare at Snape.

After their conversation last night, Snape had come looking for them, leaving her and Luke wondering what was up. After a long silence, he finally explained that his place wasn't suitable for living, and that he wanted to stay at Malfoy Manor temporarily, offering potions as payment. This had both of them laughing out loud. When had Malfoy ever needed those two potions? At the same time, she felt a little sorry for this junior whom she had become like family, especially after hearing what had happened the previous night.

Narcissa, who rarely failed to pay attention to her manners, pulled Snape aside to criticize him, and told him not to say such things in the future. Malfoy Manor would always be his second home, and even if he didn't say it, she was not going to let him live in his previous place with the little savior.

Narcissa had been there once. It was dark, dull and small. Was the place she lived in planning to raise the savior into a little bat?

She had long disliked that place, but she knew it held special meaning for Sev, and since Sev had been at Hogwarts for most of the year and rarely returned, she could tolerate it. Now that he was willing to live in Malfoy Manor, they were overjoyed.

Draco covered his face to prevent his mother from poking him. He lowered his voice and said, "Can I take Liam with me? We can do it secretly without letting Godfather know. He can become a little mother."

Liam seemed to have heard his master's call, and flew in from outside the door, like a white lightning. In the blink of an eye, he shrank to the size of an owl, standing on Draco's shoulder with his head held high and his chest puffed out.

"Perhaps you could take him with you when you go to school. Your poor old godfather isn't so deaf," a voice boomed from behind Draco, like a cello. Draco stiffened, so carried away by his pride that he forgot his godfather was sitting not far from him. "I assume Mr. Draco has finished breakfast and is ready to go?"