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

Chapter 178 Merlin and Ian 6

When Harry opened his eyes, he was confused at first, then panicked and frightened.

The last thing he saw was a snake pouncing on Draco!

He didn't have time to think about why he came back to life, as he was clearly hit by the Killing Curse.

His mind is now full of...

"Draco! Where is Draco!" Harry asked Hermione in front of him anxiously, ignoring the chattering concerns around him.

Hermione was stunned. Draco? She thought of the elder Malfoy holding someone in his arms... Her eyes unconsciously glanced over there. Harry noticed it sharply and followed Hermione's gaze.

He only saw a streak of platinum-blond hair and couldn't make out the figure clearly.

Harry ecstatically pushed his way through the crowd. Everyone realized something, gradually quieted down, and silently made way for Harry.

"Draco, are you okay? I saw that snake jump at you, it scared me to death..."

Harry's voice trembled as he stared blankly at Draco's pale face, his heart aching. He watched Pansy glare at him as she wept uncontrollably. He watched Lucius hold Draco in his arms as Draco slept peacefully in Lucius's arms.

Draco's eyes were squeezed shut.

Harry felt a strong fear surge in his heart. He was afraid that Draco would never wake up. His feet felt like they were filled with lead and he couldn't move an inch.

"Draco, wake up, please wake up..." Harry called Draco's name softly, tears blurring his eyes. The people around him stood quietly, their eyes full of sympathy and worry.

Lucius finally raised his head when he heard Harry's voice. His expression was frighteningly calm, as if he had no emotion at all.

"Harry Potter?" He stared into Harry's eyes, with a complicated light flashing in his eyes.

There was silence all around, with only Lucius's deep voice echoing in the air. "Why are you alive?"

He muttered to himself, seeming confused and puzzled by this fact.

After hearing this, Arthur Weasley's face turned red with anger. He couldn't help but want to rush forward to argue with Lucius, but was stopped by Molly.

Molly looked serious and shook her head slightly to signal Arthur not to be impulsive.

As a perceptive mother, she seemed to have guessed something and her heart was filled with worry and uneasiness.

"You like Xiaolong, right?" Lucius' words were like a bombshell, exploding in everyone's ears.

The people around who were unaware of the situation were confused by this sudden question and were unable to react for a while.

But Lucius kept talking to himself, completely ignoring the reactions of those around him.

"But why do you like the little dragon but can't protect him?" Lucius' voice was filled with a hint of blame and questioning. His eyes became sharp and stared straight at Harry.

Then he continued, "My little dragon is so afraid of pain. When he was little, I had to comfort him for a long time even if he fell down."

Lucius' voice gradually softened, as if he was lost in beautiful memories.

His lips trembled slightly, and his eyes suddenly became fierce. He stared at Harry intently and said through gritted teeth, "It's all because of you! It's all because of you! My little dragon..."

At this point, Lucius' voice choked and tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Your love is really dangerous..." Lucius hugged Draco tightly, with his cheek against Draco's forehead, as if this could make him feel a little more at ease.

His voice was low and filled with sorrow: "Was Xiaolong in great pain when he was tortured by Voldemort? Did he blame me, his useless father, for not finding him earlier?"

Tears fell from the corners of his eyes and dripped onto Draco's pale face.

Lucius's eyes were filled with self-blame and guilt: "It doesn't matter, I will apologize to Voldemort, I will save my Draco, and then comfort him and coax him..."

As he spoke, he gently stroked Draco's hair, as if he wanted to pass on some warmth and strength to his son.

However, his emotions suddenly became agitated, he raised his head abruptly, his eyes flashing with anger and hatred.

"But why did you show up! If it weren't for you! If it weren't for you! Draco wouldn't have been captured at all! Why would he endure all that pain for you!"

In Lucius's vision, Draco attacked Voldemort after seeing Voldemort attack Harry Potter.

Nagini attacked Draco because he attacked Voldemort.

All this is because of the person in front of him. Because of his existence, his little dragon will leave him.

"Lucius..." Dumbledore couldn't help but offer words of comfort.

"Shut up!" Lucius glared at Dumbledore with his eyes wide open, his gaze sweeping over Snape.

"Dumbledore, you promised me that you would protect Draco." Lucius' tone was frighteningly calm, as if he was not the one who had just roared and shut up.

In fact, he reached an agreement with Dumbledore during Draco's second year - Dumbledore would protect Draco's safety, and in exchange, Lucius would bring him news about Voldemort.

He hated Dumbledore very much, but at the same time he believed that he was capable of protecting Draco. However, what did Dumbledore do now?

The crowd around them suddenly erupted in an uproar. Seeing Dumbledore's silence, everyone understood that everything Lucius Malfoy said was true.

"Voldemort is dead. Are you satisfied?" Lucius dropped a bombshell nonchalantly.

The successive pieces of huge news almost made everyone's brains collapse due to the excessive amount of information.

"..." Lucius suddenly lost interest in speaking. Whether he hated or loved Draco, he was gone, wasn't he?

"Xiaolong, Daddy will take you home. Mommy made your favorite green apple pie. When she went out today, she reminded me to remember to bring you home..." Lucius stood up while holding Draco.

He staggered a little, but quickly regained his balance.

Harry subconsciously wanted to go over, but Lucius's eyes nailed him to the spot. "Don't come over, savior. If you still remember that Draco died to save you."

Lucius glanced at Harry coldly. "Don't bother him again."

Harry couldn't move, he felt like he was falling into an icy cave, and could only watch Lucius and Draco disappear away.

The once proud and conceited Mr. Malfoy now looked so fragile and helpless.

Harry stood there silently, tears blurring his vision. He knew that all of this was caused by him and he could never make up for this mistake.

He will bear this guilt forever until the last moment of his life...

After Lucius left, the people around him began to whisper. Lucius's aura had been so inexplicably terrifying that they dared not breathe.

"Harry, did you really defeat Voldemort? Cool!" Ron's face was full of surprise and excitement, but at the same time there was a hint of doubt.

He felt that all this seemed unreal, after all, Voldemort was a very powerful dark wizard.

But he still admired Harry's courage and strength. After all, it was not easy to defeat Voldemort.

However, Ron didn't realize that he had been distracted and missed what Lucius said.

He was simply lost in his own thoughts, wondering if Harry was truly capable of defeating Voldemort.

When Harry heard Ron's words, he felt an indescribable pain and self-blame in his heart.

His face turned pale, his lips trembled slightly, and tears glistened in his eyes.

He murmured to himself, "No..." His voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

Ron frowned and asked in confusion, "What?" He didn't hear what Harry had just said and thought Harry had something else to say.

Harry looked up at Ron, tears streaming down his cheeks. His voice was filled with despair and sorrow as he said, "I said it wasn't me! It was Draco!"

After saying this, he collapsed to his knees, covered his face with his hands, and burst into tears.

Ron was stunned. He hadn't expected Harry to be so excited.

He tried to comfort Harry, but he didn't know how to start. Everyone around him was silent, watching Harry cry quietly.

"Draco was the one who killed Voldemort! Not me! I was hit by the Killing Curse, and Draco used it to save me when Voldemort was not paying attention... That's why the snake Voldemort raised attacked Draco..."

Harry's heart was filled with sadness, self-blame and regret, and these emotions continued to hit his heart like waves.

He regretted that he did not notice Draco's abnormality in time and did not protect him well.

His voice grew deeper and deeper, as if he had lost all his strength.

Tears blurred Harry's vision. He felt as if a big hole had been broken in his heart. Endless cold wind blew past, making him feel extremely cold.

"I should be the one to die... What kind of savior am I..."

Harry broke down crying, tears falling from the corners of his eyes and soaking his collar.

His voice was filled with despair and self-blame, as if the whole world had collapsed.

What kind of savior am I...I can't even save the people I love...

Everyone listened to Harry's crying in silence, their expressions solemn and helpless.

No one knew how to comfort him, because the pain of losing a loved one could not be expressed in words.

Many girls couldn't help but shed tears in their eyes. They felt the same way and were moved by Harry's sadness.

Even Hermione, who was always strong, felt helpless. She stood silently by and looked at Harry with heartache.

At this moment, Pansy walked up to Harry, pulled him up and slapped him hard.

The crisp sound of the slap echoed in the air, shocking everyone around.

Pansy's eyes were filled with anger and accusations. She glared at Harry and shouted, "Have you cried enough? If you have, then spend the rest of your life confessing to Draco! It's all your fault...it's all your fault!"

Harry was stunned by the blow, but his tears stopped.

He raised his head and met Pansy's gaze. Pansy's words pierced his heart like a sharp knife.

He stood there in a daze, and was then dragged by Hermione and the others to the infirmary for examination.

Draco and Ian stared intently at the old footage playing in front of them, watching how "Draco" witnessed everything that happened next.

The scene seemed so strange and incomprehensible, but this was the fact—they were all in a strange state at the moment.

What "Draco" experienced was exactly the part of memory that Ian and Draco lost.

However, the "Draco" they see now is just an old image and not a real person.

On the surface, the wizarding world seemed to have returned to its former peace and tranquility.

The story of Draco and Harry was told by people and spread to every corner.

The demise of Voldemort undoubtedly made the wizards ecstatic, but at the same time, the tragic ending of Harry and Draco's separation from each other also made them feel very sorry.

The Malfoy family is said to have closed the manor, and no member of the Malfoy family can be seen by the outside world anymore.

Time passed quietly, and three years passed. Suddenly one day, an organization called the Saints swept the entire wizarding world like a whirlwind.

Surprisingly, the leader of this organization is not the well-known Grindelwald, but the strange yet familiar Narcissa Malfoy.

This name is familiar to everyone.

Narcissa Malfoy - the mistress of the Malfoy family, wife of Lucius Malfoy, and mother of Draco Malfoy.

However, the powerful tactics and inflammatory speeches she displayed in public seemed unfamiliar to those who were familiar with her.

Saint... Dumbledore sighed. He was too old to stop Narcissa Malfoy, who even he couldn't see through.

Malfoy... Dumbledore thought of that excellent, considerate and kind child, and finally sighed.

I hope it's not a bad omen...

Narcissa did not rule the wizarding world and become the next Dark Lord as everyone thought.

She spoke up for women, used her connections to get her own people into the Ministry of Magic, and then initiated reforms to strive for fairness and justice.

She collaborated with the mortal government to break the wizards' complacency...

She did a lot. Her husband Lucius Malfoy expanded the Malfoy family's business several times and has been silently supporting Narcissa.

But every winter, they disappear for a week.

Everyone was silent. They all knew that day was the death anniversary of their only son, Draco Malfoy.

Narcissa gently placed white roses on the small grave in front of her.

"Xiaolong, is Mommy doing well?" She touched Draco's name on the tombstone, her eyes filled with tears.

Lucius silently held Narcissa's hand, giving her strength.

Is your mother more like a savior? Do you like your mother more?

"Mom! I want to hear more stories about the savior~" In a trance, Narcissa seemed to see the young Draco with his big eyes opening and a cute smile at her.