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

Chapter 118 Are You Draco?

"If you mean the fact that you can hear my thoughts. I know." Draco said without any hesitation.

If it's Harry, that's fine. Just ask him and he'll tell you.

"...Ah, I had some suspicions, but I was still taken aback by the way Draco said it so bluntly." Harry remained calm, having expected this. He just didn't expect Draco to tell him so.

"When did Draco find out about this? Was he scared? Was someone hearing your inner thoughts?" Harry asked curiously. He really wanted to know what Draco was really thinking, especially when it was just the two of them.

"Well... it should have been when I was six years old. It was that day when we were playing in the garden, and Ron suddenly started crying, and then I discovered it." Draco recalled carefully, with a smile on his face.

"But I'm not scared. I don't have any secrets or worries that I need to hide, so having others hear my inner thoughts isn't a scary thing for me."

"Mom, Dad and Godfather must know about this too. After all, it's me who controls my inner voice every time and makes you make just the right changes. But they have always indulged me, just like when we used to play hide-and-seek together. Even if they saw me, they pretended not to see me." Draco said with a happy smile on his face.

He liked this kind of love that he could feel clearly, which made him feel as if he was surrounded by endless warmth.

In every interaction, whether it was his parents or his godfather, they told Draco through their actions that their love for him was unconditional and that no matter what he did, they would silently support him behind the scenes. This feeling made Draco feel extremely at ease and satisfied.

"Okay." Harry accepted the other side of Draco that was showing. He touched Draco's face lovingly. Draco blinked, his cheeks slightly red, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, looking very cute.

"How long does our little dragon want to play?" Harry asked softly, his tone full of tenderness and patience.

Draco looked at Harry intently, his eyes twinkling. He buried himself in Harry's arms, holding him tightly. Harry could feel Draco's breath and the warmth of his body.

Draco's voice was muffled, but with a hint of smile: "Harry, this is very unfair, but I like it. Keep looking at me."

Harry smiled faintly and replied, "Well, that's the only thing you can't doubt." His eyes were firm and bright, as if he was promising Draco that he would always keep an eye on Draco. This was his treasure.

He gently stroked Draco's head, an indescribable emotion welling up in his heart. At this moment, the only question in his mind was like a beacon in the storm, illuminating the anxiety deep in his heart.

Each of them, under Draco's influence, seems to have found a truer and better self. Their initial trajectory is exactly the same as the original, but as they come into contact with Draco, they gradually deviate from their original path and move towards their own glory.

However, Draco is different. He seems to be completely different from the image in the original book from the very beginning.

Although Harry understood that everyone had their secrets, Draco's anomaly stood out when everything around him remained the same.

The inhumanity he occasionally showed made Harry feel confused and worried.

It feels like chasing a ray of light in the dark. You are close to it, but you can never hold it in your hand.

Draco's existence is both an attraction and a challenge for Harry. He strives to learn more about Draco, but he is also afraid of losing him if he uncovers the truth. This conflicting feeling torments Harry. He cannot lose Draco; he is the oxygen he needs to survive.

Harry suddenly thought of this question, so he asked softly, "Will Draco leave me one day?" He didn't want Draco to tell his secret, as long as he could get a promise, that would be enough.

Draco raised his head and looked at Harry seriously, then reached out and gently cupped Harry's cheek, saying softly, "Of course not."

After hearing this, Harry showed a satisfied smile on his face and said, "Then we will be together forever."

Draco also smiled and replied, "Yes, we will always be together." Then, he touched Harry's eyes vaguely and added, "Harry, you will always belong to me."

"Of course, Harry will always belong to Draco."

Harry finally felt satisfied and he laughed happily.

that is really good!

Draco wondered why Harry was feeling uneasy.

Although he couldn't explain the reason exactly, deep down he had a hunch that it was all related to Ian.

That strange feeling had been lingering in my heart since I first met Ian, and now it was even stronger.

The moment their eyes met, a series of blurry images suddenly flashed through Draco's mind. Those memories didn't seem to belong to him, but to Ian's experiences. However, these fragments of memory were too blurry for him to see the details clearly.

In those fleeting moments, Draco seemed to hear all sorts of people calling out his name—Draco. The name kept ringing in his ears, like an echo that lingered for a long time.

Draco couldn't help but think of his childhood experience, that short day and night. However, looking back now, he found that he didn't have much feeling about this memory, as if he was watching someone else's memory.

He knew very well that he possessed unique abilities, whether it was bringing the dead back to life or seeing into the past and the future, which were not possessed by ordinary people.

At that moment he understood that Ian was Draco, or rather, they were all Draco.

So when he said goodbye to Ian, he called him Draco.

Although he still didn't know why Ian changed from Draco to Ian. But it didn't matter. He had plenty of time to explore this matter, didn't he?

He believed that no matter what happened, he would find the answer.

Mr. Ci once told him that the time had not yet come, so he just had to wait quietly without any confusion or doubt. The world loved him, no matter which world it was.

However, speaking about things that were still uncertain would only cause more trouble. So he decided to tell Harry about it after he remembered everything. He had a feeling that this was not far away.

"Harry, are you still unhappy?" Draco looked straight into Harry's emerald green eyes, not missing any emotion in them. He wanted to know Harry's true thoughts and feelings deep down.

Harry shook his head slightly, with a gentle light in his eyes: "I'm not sad. I'm just worried that Draco is unhappy. If Draco is unhappy, I won't be happy either." His voice was firm, as if he wanted to imprint this emotion deeply in Draco's heart.

Draco's heart seemed to be touched gently by something. He held Harry's hand tightly and they smiled at each other.

Just as Snape thought, Harry would be fine as long as Draco was around. There was an indescribable tacit understanding and trust between them.

Harry swore to himself that he would never let that future happen. Never.

Draco was the most precious and unique person in his life, the one he cherished the most. He would not allow anyone to hurt Draco, including himself.

"Then let's go eat. I'm hungry." Draco pulled Harry's hand and acted coquettishly. His eyes were shining, as if there were stars hidden in them.

"Okay, let's go." Harry smiled and looked at Draco tenderly. They had indeed stayed for a long time, and he happened to feel a little hungry.

Snape sat quietly in the living room, and when he saw the two people coming, a faint smile appeared on his face. He waved at them, motioning them to come over.

Draco and Harry walked to Snape's side, one on each side, and sat down next to him, just like when they were little. Their movements seemed particularly intimate, as if they wanted to get more warmth and care from Snape.

Snape gently reached out his hand and rubbed their heads one by one, his eyes full of love. He didn't say much, just silently enjoying this warm moment.

Snape casually pointed at the tea table in front of him, and immediately many delicious dishes appeared on the table. These foods exuded an enticing aroma, making people salivate.

"They've gone out to visit Madam Gachang's shop. Come and eat." Snape gently pushed the two children, then took out the Elvish book that Draco had translated before and began to read it with relish.

Draco and Harry looked at the table full of their favorite dishes and laughed secretly. They sat cross-legged on the carpet without caring, happily feeding each other.

Snape saw this scene out of the corner of his eye and shook his head with a smile. It seemed that there was no problem.

But these two are still as sticky as ever.

Snape paused as he turned the pages of the book and fell into inexplicable thought.

Well... the two kids have a better relationship.

He confirmed his thoughts in his heart, and then immersed himself in the book again.