The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

"During the Easter holiday, and outside of school, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor actually wanted me to be put in solitary confinement..."

Loren stood in the corner of the lawn, shaking his head and muttering.

Although there is no explicit reference to the inheritance of werewolf disease, his carefully crafted wording does have some bad taste, with the intention of watching a good show, and he succeeds.

Lupine was furious, but luckily Tonks felt happy when she heard the news that her son had inherited the Metamorphmagus, and promptly dissuaded a certain professor who was trying to avenge his personal revenge.

During the next party time, Lupine and Tonks prepared the feast with their own hands, Harry and Ginny were responsible for looking after the infant child, and Loren had nothing to do but greet the guests with Hermione.

In fact, the closest friends came to visit on the day the child was born, such as Tonks's parents, several colleagues at Hogwarts, and Mr. and Mrs. Black. The people invited this time were those who were not convenient due to time constraints or People whose relationship is not that close, including colleagues from the Ministry of Magic, colleagues from the Order of the Phoenix...

Not many people were invited to the appointment, mainly Kingsley Shacklebolt, Mad-Eye Moody and others.

Loren and Hermione only greeted a few wizards who happened to be familiar with each other, and Tonks walked out of the kitchen. The hostess of the house took over the rest of the greetings. As for the male host, because of his past, He has accumulated exquisite cooking skills through his wandering experience, and today's banquet will be prepared by him.

The aroma in the kitchen gradually became stronger, and the wizard who was invited to the appointment gradually arrived in the courtyard.

"Tonks! Remus! Elphias and Dedalus couldn't come. They asked me to convey their regards and come visit another day!"

The speaker was Emmeline Vance, a pretty witch, a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and an Auror of the Ministry of Magic. She once lurked in the Prime Minister's Palace with Kingsley Shacklebolt, and later participated in the battle at the New York Airport. .

"Da, da..."

Mad-Eye Moody, who was gradually approaching on a crutch, was even older. His once mottled hair was completely gray, and his nose was missing a piece of flesh. His loose skin and wrinkles reduced his ferocity out of thin air. He was rarely heard of after the fall of Voldemort. News of a neurotic attack.

When Mad-Eye entered the door, he first stared at the trash can for a few times, then withdrew his gaze and walked slowly inside.

"A healthy boy, huh?"

Moody's voice was still rough, but not as loud as before. He stood next to the crib, a distance away, as if he was afraid that his face would scare the child.

"Yes, his name is Teddy."

Harry snickered in his heart, he was obviously close to and caring for his children, but he was still pretending to be so, and he didn't know who he was pretending to.

He remained calm on the surface and secretly glanced at his expression: "Loren has already seen it and said that some traits are inherited through magic power, and Teddy just happened to inherit that magic power."

"..."

Moody suddenly frowned, squinting his two asymmetrical eyes and staring, the magic eye flashing with a faint blue light, and he turned the cane.

Harry was not sure whether his magic eye could see the clues, but he took the initiative to reveal the truth: "He is in good health and has not been infected with werewolf disease. Loren said he inherited Tonks's disguise magus."

"You have the talent to be an Auror!"

Moody glanced at him sideways, turned around, and limped away: "I knew it, I've said it a long time ago... This ability can be of great help if used properly, but Tonks is a recent graduate. Rookie…”

No wonder Loren likes to play pranks, it’s so funny.

Harry watched him go away with a smile, and began to mentally calculate how many more times he could play.

Who else is coming next?

Ginny next to her couldn't help but fall into silence.

Is this how Hermione usually feels?

"..."

The room echoed with laughter. Bertha Jorkins and Percy Weasley also arrived. They were wearing the official wizard robes of the Ministry of Magic. They seemed to be on duty at the Ministry during the Easter holidays and had just returned from the Ministry of Magic. , there was another burst of congratulations, blessings and greetings.

Harry immediately came out after hearing the sound, and the guests who arrived later entered the nursery under his eager guidance. In order to satisfy his bad taste again and again, they even said seriously that they were worried about disturbing the child's rest. They were led one by one. Go in.

Tonks was slightly silent.

With such a positive and enthusiastic look, those who didn't know it thought he was his child.

Standing at the door of the room, Harry could still be heard saying stupidly: "You also know that his parents are somewhat special, and some traits are inherited through magic..."

I also know how to optimize my lines and look presentable...

Loren couldn't help but smile.

When he came to Hermione's side, he found that the girl had her ears perked up and her expression was focused, eavesdropping on the news about job changes within the Ministry of Magic.

Because of the remaining symptoms of the Forgetting Curse, Jorkins was rotated back and forth between departments. Other colleagues and superiors regarded her as a fool, and she did not hide many ulterior things. Later, she accidentally took the position of assistant minister.

As her memory gradually recovered, the memories that had rotated over the past ten years became work experience. The unknown secret among them was her qualifications. With the momentum of the internal investigation of the Ministry of Magic, she had been promoted to a genuine senior deputy minister.

If the Ministry of Magic had not eliminated those worms, the accumulated secrets would have been enough for her to live on for decades. Even when Minister Bones retired, she would have been able to take over if she worked hard...

Because that Mr. Crouch had been wandering around in a state of confusion for many years, and when he came to his senses and benefited from his misfortune, the wizards who knew the inside story were a little emotional -

It seems that he has endured the suffering inflicted by Crouch and also received Crouch's political resources.

Percy succeeded him as the assistant minister because of his outstanding performance before. He has not officially taken over yet, but rotated between departments as an ordinary employee because his minister boss has not yet taken office.

"All affairs are gradually entering the final stage. It is expected that Ms. Bones will take office before the Auror Office recruits new members."

"Perform well in front of Ms. Bones, Percy. Maybe in a few years you will be promoted to deputy minister, or at least be recommended to join the Wizengamot."

"Thank you for your advice, Bertha. I will work hard."

"..."

Jorkins was silent. He originally wanted to tease Percy, but he didn't expect it to be regarded as a suggestion and received sincere thanks. His expression was a little complicated for a while.

"Okay..."

It's better for the Ministry of Magic to have more people like you who want to work seriously than to let those pure-blooded termites occupy positions.

Jorkins shook his head and smiled. He turned his eyes inadvertently and saw Loren in the corner not far away. He waved to this side, as if to signal someone to come over. Looking around, it seemed to be her.

"Loren, Hermione, long time no see."

"Miss Jorkins, I have something to talk to you about."

"What is it?" Jorkins was a little confused.

"About a business."

Loren smiled.

...

London, St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Diseases, closed ward, intensive care unit.

A witch is preparing to give birth.

Although it is a hospital for magical injuries and diseases, there are a total of 100 therapists on duty at this moment, but the hospital's top management is still uneasy, full of anxiety and tension. They have selected senior therapists from various departments to stay outside the ward and be ready to respond to emergencies at any time.

At this moment, there is also an Auror team led by Scrimgeour himself outside the ward, ready to respond at any time.

The Aurors are all senior Aurors who have participated in the two wizard wars. They have witnessed the tragedy of Death Eaters killing innocent people more than once. The relatives of several of them were even killed by Voldemort himself. After the internal investigation of the Ministry of Magic, these senior Aurors should have retired normally and enjoyed their old age. Today, they are all gathered here.

They look a little old, but their eyes are firm and fierce.

For these Aurors, it has been a long time since they have performed such a mission. This may be the last mission, but they have been told to keep the secret and are willing to stay here.

The same is true for Scrimgeour. This is his last mission as a minister.

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Looking at the group of Aurors and Scrimgeour with a cold expression, Lucius and Narcissa looked at each other, clenched their hands, and couldn't breathe, their hearts always hanging.

In the room, the witch therapist who was in charge of the delivery was also uneasy. The hand holding the wand began to sweat. The ethics of the therapist made them restrain the impulse of trembling slightly. That is, they have worked in the hospital for many years. If they were young therapists in the past two years, they would probably resign directly.

After this period of care, this group of therapists also learned the identity of the pregnant woman, the last Death Eater awaiting trial-Bellatrix Lestrange.

During the time when all the Death Eaters were closely controlled by Voldemort, she was free to move outside. All the Death Eaters were arrested and tried at the airport. She fled alone until she was exposed by an internal intelligence agent and her whereabouts were revealed. She was arrested and brought to justice because of the pregnancy.

Until now, it is still impossible to confirm who the father of the child is.

Everyone has the same guess in their hearts, but no one dares to mention it.

"The water broke!"

A panicked female voice sounded, and the ward suddenly became busy.

Aurors were full of vigilance, and the therapists were always paying attention to the situation of pregnant women and fetuses. There were also assistants who cast appearance spells and inspection magic. As long as any unusual signs were revealed, more than a dozen wizards would take action at the same time to contain the crisis in time...

At all costs for this.

Half an hour later.

A crisp cry came from the ward, and the stone door of the closed ward began to loosen. When the therapists who participated in the delivery left one after another under the leadership of their superiors, the sweaty witch in charge showed her face, wiped her forehead with a handkerchief, and her face showed a relaxed smile.

"Mother and daughter are safe, nothing unusual."

"Huh..."

Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, their hearts hanging in their stomachs.

The director of St. Mungo's Hospital turned to look at the representative sent by the Ministry of Magic, the sponsor of the hospital, and smiled: "Mr. Malfoy, Minister Scrimgeour, the next thing is up to you, our therapist will be on standby outside at any time."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Scrimgeour nodded expressionlessly and said to the Malfoys: "Let's go in and see the child first."

"..."

They walked through the door closed by the boulder and walked into the empty and spacious room. There were closed medicine cabinets on both sides. There were no windows in the ward. There was still an indescribable smell in the room. Crystal bubbles with candles floated on the ceiling, looking like huge soap bubbles.

In the deepest part of the room, a mother and daughter lay quietly on the bed.

The living hell decoction made the two sleep peacefully. Bellatrix lay on her side in the middle of the bed, wearing a loose white hospital gown, holding a newborn baby in her arms. Both of them were extremely peaceful.

The child was curled up in his mother's arms with a peaceful expression. He was really a beautiful child. Most newborn babies are wrinkled and have red skin, but this child is developing very well. His skin is not wrinkled and is delicate pink. , there is sparse lanugo hair on the top of the head.

Bellatrix was a tall witch. Scrimgeour always remembered her as a mad witch. Her prison life in Azkaban had left her with sunken cheeks and a gaunt appearance. Her eyelids were thick, the whites of her eyes were protruding, and she was always hunchbacked. With messy and greasy hair.

Narcissa's steps were stationary by the bed, watching the lips of the person on the bed move. The few months of training in the ward seemed to have brought back the sister she once was.

She has glossy black hair, neat clothes, and the swelling in her cheeks due to pregnancy has replenished her cheeks. Her skin is not fair, but her facial features are beautiful. The maternal nature lingering between her eyebrows and eyes seems to add a bit of tenderness.

There was a dark light in Lucius's eyes, and he was quickly considering the pros and cons at this moment.

Scrimgeour's expression was cold: "The Auror team will escort her back to the Ministry of Magic with me. Today is Sunday, and a public trial will be held in the Tenth Courtroom tomorrow morning. You will take the child away and raise her. She is prohibited from leaving the country without permission. , need to return to St. Mungo’s regularly for secret inspections every year.”

"Mr. Scrimgeour..."

Narcissa opened her mouth, but she couldn't express those innocent thoughts and could only make some irrelevant requests: "Can you let her see him when she wakes up?"

Scrimgeour shook his head: "We can't guarantee that she won't use any hidden methods on the child after she wakes up. After all, black magic is far more weird than we imagined. You also know that no one can be sure whether the birth of this child is related to Voldemort. Is there any incredible black magic hidden there?”

"Even meeting once..." Narcissa was a little sad.

Scrimgeour stared at the baby on the bed: "The current plan is the result of Dumbledore's efforts. The original result of the Wizengamot discussion was to be deported and never allowed to enter the UK."

Narcissa wanted to say something more, but Lucius held her arm down, shook his head at her, and said softly: "That's it, we have no objection."

"The Ministry of Magic has set the relevant information files as top secret. All people with knowledge of St. Mungo's will keep it confidential. His mother's sin will not affect his life. This is the best treatment."

"Then his identity..."

"It's up to you. You can claim it as an orphan adopted by you, or you can treat it as your child. The Ministry of Magic will not interfere with the specific raising conditions."

"He is too special. It is better to have normal parents. We are too old..."

Lucius paused for a moment: "Count him as Draco's child, I named him——

"Delphi Malfoy."