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

Chapter 152 Dream 2

Is there anything worse than losing?

In the chaos, Harry heard the people around him saying all kinds of comforting words, but he didn't know who these words were for, because he felt that he was fine.

He had just defeated Voldemort and could now finally live with the person he loved. There was nothing wrong with him.

Oh, and where was Draco? He remembered going to Malfoy Manor yesterday, but what happened after that? Why didn't he remember anything at all?

Oh... Yesterday he went to Malfoy Manor and saw 'Draco' sleeping in a sea of white roses.

The young master is so charming. Harry pulled Sirius back and told him not to wake up Draco who was sleeping.

Later Sirius seemed to say something else, but Harry didn't hear it clearly. It didn't matter, it shouldn't be important.

He forgot that not everyone has the courage to bear loss.

Soon, a rumor spread throughout the wizarding world: The Savior was crazy. He was crazy because his lover died.

As for those who knew the savior well, no one came forward to clarify the facts. As time went on, people began to pay attention to other fresh gossips, and the rumor gradually faded from public view.

Time passed like flowing water, and in the blink of an eye it was winter of the following year. The wind was biting, the snow was white, and the whole world was shrouded in cold.

However, in this cold season, a shocking news spread to every corner - the savior died.

People discussed the news, their faces filled with shock and disbelief. The savior, the one who had brought hope, strength, and courage to everyone, had passed away?

How is this possible! Many people began to doubt the authenticity of this news, but as more witnesses surfaced, they had to accept this cruel fact.

They recalled the gossip they had heard last winter, which they had simply laughed off.

It was not until then that they realized that the Savior's heart had already fallen asleep in the winter of last year, sleeping among the white roses.

Draco watched as 'Draco' woke up once again on the Hogwarts Express, only vague fragments of his previous memories remaining.

This time, Harry did not wake up. He fell asleep in the white roses, forever.

Draco couldn't help but think of the first lesson Mr. Ci gave him. At that time, he had not yet realized that everything had a traceable path.

The teacher had once told them that the human soul possesses a certain weight. Death reduces the soul's weight, and after reincarnation, the soul's memory is stripped away, making it even lighter. From birth, people need to gradually nurture their souls in order to grow healthily. However, those who retain the instincts of past lives in their souls often suffer from physical weakness compared to the average person.

For Harry, being reborn with all his memories is already an extremely rare thing, and almost no one can experience this miracle again.

And yet 'Draco' did it, much to his great surprise and confusion.

Draco still remembered that the teacher stroked his head gently, as if full of pity for him.

What's the secret behind Draco's constant rebirth? I'm so curious.

Draco didn't show any significant emotion, as if the person inside wasn't him.

"Draco" keeps regenerating, but as the number of times increases, his memory becomes increasingly blurred.

Now, he can only barely remember how he died in his previous life, and other than that, he knows nothing else.

Every time he woke up on the Hogwarts Express, he would mistakenly believe that this was his first rebirth, when in fact, it was clear to onlookers that he had experienced countless such reincarnations.

No matter which side wins, 'Draco' always seems to have a hard time ending up well.

For the 999th time, 'Draco' woke up again on the Hogwarts Express.

This time, he fell into a rare long silence.

He looked up, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment. He didn't know who he was, where he was, or where he was going or what he was doing. This feeling of being lost made him feel extremely painful and helpless.

Draco knew this was the last time.

"Draco? Draco?" Draco opened his eyes drowsily, and what came into his sight was Harry's worried face.

He slowly sat up with Harry's support, then leaned against the headboard and took the glass of juice that Harry handed him. The sweet taste made Draco feel very happy, and he smiled happily.

Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Draco was not feeling unwell. He asked softly, "Did you have a nightmare, Draco?" His eyes were full of concern.

Just now, when Harry came to wake up Draco, he found that Draco was crying silently, which made Harry feel distressed, but he couldn't wake Draco up no matter what.

"Huh? No, I just didn't see the ending of the story, which is a bit regretful." Draco fell into deep thought, muttering the second half of the sentence so quietly that Harry couldn't hear it clearly.

He gently rubbed Draco's head and smiled fondly. "Okay, Draco, are you hungry?" Harry did not continue to ask, but cleverly changed the subject.

He knew that if Draco wanted to tell him, he would naturally speak up, but at the moment, he just wanted Draco to fill his stomach first.

Draco nodded and watched Harry leave. Although it was a bit rude to stay in the room to eat, Malfoy Manor was too familiar to Draco, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Thinking of the unfinished 'movie', Draco couldn't help but feel a little regretful. The person who suddenly appeared at the end and pushed him out of the dream should be Merlin, the world consciousness of this world, right?

As the main world, he must know a lot... including Ian's affairs...

Merlin had no idea what Draco was thinking, but as he was secretly observing, he shuddered inexplicably at the smile on Draco's face.

Draco had a hunch that even if he slept again he would not be able to continue the dream he had just had, so he simply gave up sleep and read a large tome on advanced alchemy with great interest.

It doesn't matter, he will know when it's his turn to know. It doesn't matter, Draco is the most patient person.

Harry carefully placed his carefully prepared breakfast on the tray and slowly walked over to where Draco was.

Although they were in Malfoy Manor in another world, he knew that people's hearts were unpredictable and he had to remain vigilant.

He was almost solely responsible for Draco's diet. Whenever he saw Draco's satisfied expression when he tasted delicious food, Harry was filled with joy and satisfaction.

Harry always felt that Draco was too thin and too pale, but he also knew that this was the paleness that was born into the Malfoy family.

"Draco, breakfast is ready!" Harry called softly, his eyes full of concern. He noticed that Draco had a poor appetite recently and was in a daze for longer periods of time than before, which made him worried. He was determined to take good care of Draco and make him healthier.

Draco looked up at the tray in Harry's hand, a smile on his face. He took the plate and said, "Thank you, Harry. It looks delicious."

Harry smiled slightly and sat beside Draco, watching him enjoy his breakfast. He hoped that Draco would eat more and get more nutrition. He secretly made up his mind that he must make Draco fatter and not be so thin.

Harry felt an urge to poke Draco's cheeks, which were bulging from eating.

"Is it delicious?" Harry asked gently.

Draco nodded, a satisfied smile on his face, "It's very delicious, Harry. I really enjoy your food."

Harry felt extremely happy when he heard this, knowing that his efforts were not in vain.

He would continue to cook delicious food with care so that Draco could enjoy more delicious food.

Should he ask Aunt Xixi here if she has any recipes? He plans to buy some and take a look.