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

Chapter 180 No One Cares About Me

Draco and Ian looked at each other, not knowing how to comment on this matter.

That 'Draco' is really...super brave, okay?

They were silent for a moment, then Draco burst out laughing.

Ian looked at him in confusion, but seeing how happy he was, he started laughing too.

The old images were like an immersive holographic movie, which ended in the small world beneath their feet.

The two of them sat cross-legged, quietly looking at the small world below.

"Draco..." Ian hesitated to speak.

He was different from Draco, who, as the subject, gradually recovered his memory, while he didn't realize some things until he saw the old images.

But even so, he still felt a sense of unreality. His memory began from the moment he woke up, and he didn't have much feeling about the memories before that.

Ian's emotions were very complicated. He felt distressed and sad for Draco's experience, but this feeling did not come from himself, but more like a bystander or friend.

Although he felt sorry for Draco, he still found it difficult to put himself in Draco's shoes.

At this moment, he was in a state of confusion and helplessness, and couldn't help asking himself: Who am I?

"It's okay, Ian." Draco noticed the change in Ian's expression, and after a little thought he understood his inner confusion.

"Since you were born, you are no longer Draco." Draco gazed at Ian gently, his eyes full of understanding and care.

"You are not me. You have independent thinking ability and a unique emotional world." Draco firmly believed that he and Ian were not the same person.

Although they once shared a memory and an emotion, this does not change the fact that they are independent beings.

All of Ian's cognition comes from his own experience and growth, rather than simply being a vassal of Draco.

"Ian is just Ian."

Draco studied Ian's face, which was similar to his own.

Even though the two faces are so similar, people can always easily tell the difference between them.

Draco understands that Ian is an independent individual with his own life trajectory and future, and he will witness him become a better version of himself.

Ian didn't care about what other people said, but he believed everything Draco said.

This trust comes from deep within and is unwavering.

He quickly shook off his previous frustration and fixed his bright eyes on Draco.

"Draco is my favorite!"

Ian excitedly threw himself into Draco's arms, expressing his emotions without any reservation. Draco was undoubtedly the most outstanding person in the world, and in Ian's heart, no one could compare to him.

However, Draco suddenly had a strange feeling that Ian seemed to regard him as... Dad?

He couldn't help shaking his head, thinking his idea was ridiculous. He couldn't help laughing softly.

He gently stroked Ian's hair, feeling the soft warmth beneath his hands.

Ah, it feels so good. So this is why everyone always likes to touch his head...

"Were the souls that Draco took away Harry and the others'?" Ian had enjoyed Draco's soft embrace enough and reluctantly let go of Draco.

Alas, he didn't want Draco to think he was a pervert... Hehe~ Draco smelled so good~

Ian suddenly remembered that Draco seemed to have taken some local specialties with him before leaving the original world.

"Yeah." Draco also remembered.

"So, those who can hear your thoughts seem to be the souls you took away at that time." Ian quickly recalled the scene he saw.

It was just a brief moment, but Ian is no fool.

"That's true, Ian is amazing." Draco agreed with Ian with a smile. In fact, he had known this for a long time.

His memory was mostly restored during his last dream.

Ian was so delighted by the praise from his favorite Draco that he couldn't help but cover his face and giggle.

He felt that he was really lucky to have met such a good Draco.

Ian hugged Draco happily and said coquettishly, "I really want to be with you forever!"

Draco smiled softly, patted Ian on the back, and said, "We will be together forever."

My half body.

After hearing this, Ian felt warm in his heart and extremely happy.

He secretly vowed to cherish the time he spent with Draco and make their relationship grow deeper and deeper.

Draco, in turn, treasured every moment he spent with Ian.

What exists between them is not love, but a deeper bond.

"Hello? Is it true that no one cares about me?" Merlin had been standing nearby for a long time, but no one in this world paid any attention to him.

Ian, you saw it, didn't you? Hey! Don't turn around! You saw me, didn't you? All that time we spent together was wasted.

Draco looked at Merlin, his brows curved as he extended his hand towards him. "It's been a long time since we last met, wouldn't you like a hug?"

Merlin looked at Draco's smile, and all his anger vanished. He walked over and flicked Ian's head helplessly, earning a cry of pain and a flattering smile.

Then, he looked at Draco steadily, reached out and gently hugged Draco.

"Long time no see, Draco." Merlin sighed. He had been paying attention to Draco and Ian's little world.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with his world, he can even adjust the world line himself, but he wants to see his child...that worrying little guy.

That was why he deliberately tried to harass Ian. As for his inner voice, the fact that people in their world could hear it was purely because Merlin had given them a little backdoor.

"I'm worried about you, Draco," Merlin said bluntly. "It must be very hard." He felt sorry for the child.

Draco smiled and shook his head, "I'm fine, Merlin. Besides, I'm not alone, I still have Ian."

Merlin looked at Ian and said with a smile, "Yes, you really surprised me. But if you have any difficulties in the future, remember to come to me."

Ian nodded quickly. He didn't want to quarrel with Merlin again. Huh? Before? Didn't he realize that he was a bit arrogant before?

At this moment, Merlin seemed to have thought of something. He took out a book and handed it to Draco. "This is a gift from me to you. Maybe it will be helpful to you."

Draco took the book, opened it, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, "This is..."

"You know, the Book of Creation." Merlin didn't explain too much. He already knew where the two children would go in their next life. "I hope it can help you."

Draco looked at Merlin gratefully, "Thank you, Merlin." He silently took note of Merlin's kindness.

Don't worry, Lao Deng! You raised us when we were little, and we'll take care of you when you're old! Ian didn't say anything, but puffed out his chest, his eyes revealing his true meaning.

"You're welcome, my child." Merlin touched Draco's head, then looked at Ian, his mouth twitching. "You...ah..."

After saying that, Merlin turned and left, leaving Draco and Ian there.

"What did Merlin mean at the end?" Ian looked back at Draco blankly.

"Yeah, he's always like this." Draco also laughed, "Maybe he was so moved by Ian that he couldn't speak. Now I don't know where he's crying."

"Well, that's how old people are. They're full of emotions." Ian shook his head in a mature manner.

The two smiled at each other, then held hands and admired the newly born little world under their feet.

Until Draco woke up.

When Draco got up, he was in a happy mood like a cheerful little bird, with a sweet smile always on his lips.

He stretched himself lazily, enjoying the beautiful morning.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Harry asked softly, gently combing Draco's hair with gentle and delicate movements.

Draco sat lazily in the chair, yawning from time to time, but his eyes revealed a sense of satisfaction.

Hearing Harry's question, he smiled happily, as if the whole world became brighter.

"Very good, I dreamed about the past." Draco looked at Harry through the mirror, his eyes sparkling.

Harry's hand paused slightly, then returned to its normal rhythm and smiled nonchalantly.

"Really?... Was it something from childhood?" Harry looked intently at Draco's clear eyes in the mirror, a natural and flawless curiosity on his face.

"Well, it happened a long time ago with Harry." There was a hint of nostalgia and depth in Draco's tone. He stared at Harry deeply, as if he wanted to see his soul through his eyes.

"Harry has always liked me." He sighed softly, his voice full of emotion.

Harry lowered his eyes, not daring to look Draco in the eye, and the comb in his hand couldn't help but tremble.

His heart seemed to be touched by an invisible force, and his thoughts drifted involuntarily to the distant past.

"Yeah, I've always liked Draco," Harry whispered, his voice full of genuine emotion.

Draco looked away, the corners of his mouth rising slightly.

Hmm... Harry seemed to have retained the memories of his previous life, which made him feel very surprised and satisfied.

He hummed a cheerful tune softly, enjoying the tranquility and beauty of the moment with a happy mood.

Draco hummed a song as Harry gently combed his hair.

Is Harry the only one who has memories of his past life, or do others do the same?

This question aroused his curiosity and he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Who on earth would do such a thing? Familiar names flashed through his mind, but were quickly ruled out.

Sir? No, sir is not the type to play such a prank; Ian? Perhaps Ian hasn't thought of this yet; then there is only Merlin who is bored and anxious!

Draco thought to himself, a sly smile on his face. He had to admit that what Merlin did really touched his heart!

Draco never considered himself a great man, and perhaps he did not care about the so-called fame and honor.

But if you've done something good, why hide it? What if others find out?

Draco had a rough idea of who might know the truth, and there was no other choice except those who could hear his inner voice.

When Draco and Harry arrived at the Great Hall, they were surprised to see their friends all gathered together for a rare occasion.

As soon as Draco walked in, more than a dozen pairs of eyes immediately focused on him, then immediately left, and after a while they looked at him quietly again.

Draco was a little helpless

Snape on the platform tightly gripped the knife and fork in his hand, then slowly loosened his grip. Draco... I'm glad you're okay...

Dumbledore felt the sharp gazes from the four head deans and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He has changed, really, please believe him...

He reluctantly approached Grindelwald, seeking some comfort.

This world is full of indifference and cruelty, and only Grindelwald can give him some warmth.

Meanwhile, Grindelwald was content to enjoy Dumbledore's embrace. Although he also dreamed of some scenes, he did not care because he was very happy now.

He and Dumbledore were the first to notice something unusual. As wizards, they rarely dreamed, but when they did, it meant that something important was about to happen.

Several deans apparently had the same feeling. They hurried to Dumbledore's office early in the morning. After communicating with each other, they were surprised to find that they had all had the same dream.

——Draco's 1000th cycle.

The dream ended abruptly when Draco said he wanted a world where everyone was happy.

By the time Hermione and the others arrived at the headmaster's office in a panic, Dumbledore had already figured it out. It seemed everyone who could hear Draco's thoughts had the same dream.

He patiently soothed the children's emotions and watched them calm down little by little.

Draco and Harry took their seats under everyone's gaze.

Everyone felt a little awkward and didn't know what to say.

It was Hermione who broke the silence first. She looked at Draco with a hint of tension and worry in her eyes.

"Draco, did you sleep well last night?"

Draco smiled and nodded, "That's great, I dreamed about the past. Harry is really cute." Draco spoke in a ambiguous manner.

He wasn't lying. Draco looked innocent.

Draco's heart moved. He knew that everyone must have dreamed the same thing. He looked around and found that everyone's expression was very complicated, with heartache, tension, and a subtle sadness.

"I see." Hermione pretended to be calm and said, "No wonder you look so happy today..."

The few who had been eavesdropping breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed Draco's dream was different from theirs.

Great...Draco...

Only Harry, when no one was not noticing, had an expressionless face and no one knew what he was thinking.

Then he put on a smile again, making it impossible to see any flaws.