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

Chapter 173 Merlin and Ian

Draco knew he was dreaming again. He followed behind 'Draco' expertly. He knew that this was where the story ended and began.

This was the 999th time Draco had woken up on the train to Hogwarts. Every time he opened his eyes, he felt disoriented.

He didn't know who he was, what he was going to do, why he was on this train, or where his destination was. The answers to all these questions seemed to be shrouded in a fog, leaving him confused.

"Draco! The savior you are concerned about is also on this train." Suddenly, two fat boys pushed open the door and walked in, with obvious excitement in their voices.

Draco? Are they calling me? Draco wondered in his heart, but he didn't show it on the surface. He observed the two uninvited guests calmly, trying to find some clues from their words and actions.

Two names quickly popped up in his mind: Crabbe and Goyle. So, these are the names of those two guys, Draco muttered in his heart.

"Draco, let's go check it out. I heard he's with the Weasleys. We'd better give the Savior a warning and let him know that we pure-bloods are the ones he should be close to." Crabbe didn't notice anything unusual about Draco and continued talking to himself.

How foolish! Draco couldn't help but sneer inwardly. This Crabbe had his thoughts written all over his face, even thinking he was being used as a pawn.

"Not interested, not going." Draco said without hesitation, his tone cold, as if he was completely uninterested in the matter.

He had a clear idea of his own status and position, and understood his influence. He was certain that he was a leader, able to guide and influence those around him.

Judging from the performance of these two guys, they are willing to obey his orders simply because of the powerful family behind them.

Pureblood? This concept made Draco fall into deep thought. He began to think about the significance and influence of pureblood on these people.

At this moment, Crabbe froze. Draco keenly caught the undisguised resentment and dissatisfaction on his face. It was obvious that Crabbe was very disappointed and angry at Draco's rejection, but he didn't dare to express it openly.

Goyle seemed more concerned about Draco. He looked at Draco with concern and asked if he was feeling unwell. Draco replied that he was a little tired and might need more rest.

Goyle immediately understood and suggested that Draco continue to rest and he would wake him up when the train arrived at its destination. After that, Goyle pulled Crabbe, who was still trying to speak, out of the carriage and carefully closed the door.

Crabbe glared at Goyle and cursed in his heart: "Tsk, what a loser!"

He couldn't help but think of his and Goyle's identities - members of a pure-blood wizard family.

However, they now obey the young master of the Malfoy family like lackeys, completely forgetting their noble origins.

Perhaps this is not because they have forgotten their own identity, but because they are well aware of the power and status of the Malfoy family. In order to protect their own interests and safety, they can only choose to endure and obey.

Crabbe secretly vowed that one day, he would get rid of this humiliating life and let those who had bullied him taste the feeling of being trampled upon.

After the two of them left, "Draco" showed a trace of helplessness on his face and sighed softly.

Although there was a certain degree of fabrication in what he just said, he did feel his headache getting worse, as if countless fine needles were pricking his head.

He gritted his teeth, forced himself to stay awake, and began to search the box carefully, hoping to find some clues to explain his physical condition.

After some searching, he finally found his luggage.

Among them, a dark green diary caught his attention. It was exquisitely crafted, with the words "Draco Malfoy" written in gold on the cover. He subconsciously stroked the name a few times before carefully opening the diary.

The contents of the diary record the joys, sorrows, anger and happiness of an 11-year-old child.

From the diary, we can see that this child's life was relatively simple and happy: his parents loved each other and loved him very much; he loved Quidditch and had a strong interest in it; he showed outstanding talent in Potions; he admired his father deeply; he loved listening to his mother tell bedtime stories, especially stories about the savior Harry Potter...

These diaries were kept until last night. In the last entry, the child wrote down his feelings with great anticipation for the upcoming school life and a strong curiosity about the Savior.

The diary did not mention any memory problems.

Draco felt that even if there was, his loving parents would not tell him.

It doesn't matter, there will always be a way out, Draco consoled himself.

Magic... Draco thought. Magic, he was so curious.

He didn't disbelieve or anything. He just had amnesia, not dementia.

He took out his wand and tentatively said "Lumos" as shown in the textbook. The wand shone with a soft white light.

"Nox!" Draco looked at the wand in surprise. Magic!

Draco hadn't gone looking for Harry Potter specifically, nor had he intended to recover his memory. He felt it was impossible to recover it.

He spent all his time reading and was only an acquaintance of Harry Potter.

But there was something strange about this savior. Every semester, something seemed to happen to him. Draco didn't know much about his first year, but he could clearly see Dumbledore's partiality.

A Chamber of Secrets had appeared in their second year, and they had suspected the Savior was the heir to the Chamber of Secrets. Actually, after drinking the Polyjuice Potion, they were too conspicuous to Draco. They smelled of herbs.

Although they defeated the basilisk, the image of the savior's misfortune began to penetrate into everyone's heart.

In third grade, Sirius escaped from prison. Draco learned from his mother about the past generations' grievances and hatreds, and quietly watched from near the Savior and his companions.

Time passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, it was already fourth year. When Dumbledore announced from the podium that there would be no Quidditch matches, Draco's heart suddenly began to beat rapidly.

A voice in my head said, Here it comes!