days at Hogwarts

"During the Easter holidays, and outside of school, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor actually wants me to be put in detention..."

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

Although he did not explicitly mention the hereditary lycanthropy, his carefully crafted wording did have some bad taste, and he intended to watch a good show, and he succeeded.

Lupin was furious, but fortunately Tonks was in a good mood when she heard that her son had inherited the Metamorphmagus, and she dissuaded a professor who was trying to take revenge in time.

During the following party, Lupin and Tonks prepared the meal themselves, Harry and Ginny were responsible for looking after the babies, and Loren had nothing to do and could only greet the guests with Hermione.

In fact, the closest friends had come to visit on the day the child was born, such as Tonks' parents, several colleagues at Hogwarts, and Mr. and Mrs. Black. This time, they invited people who were not convenient before or whose relationship was not close enough, including colleagues from the Ministry of Magic and colleagues from the Order of the Phoenix...

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

Loren and Hermione only greeted a few wizards who happened to be familiar to them, and Tonks came out of the kitchen. The rest of the greetings and hospitality were taken over by the hostess of the house. As for the host, he had accumulated superb cooking skills due to his past wandering experiences, so he would be the one to prepare the main course of today's banquet.

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

"Tonks! Remus! Ephias and Dedalus can't come, so they asked me to pass on their regards and visit again another day!"

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

"Da da……"

Mad-Eye Moody, who was gradually approaching with a crutch, looked even older. His once mottled hair had completely turned white, a piece of flesh was missing from his nose, and his loose skin and wrinkles had reduced his ferocity. After Voldemort's downfall, there were few reports of him suffering from a neurotic attack.

When Mad-Eyes entered the room, he first stared at the trash can for a few seconds, then retracted his gaze and walked slowly inside.

"Healthy boy, eh?"

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

"Yes, his name is Teddy."

Harry chuckled in his heart. He was obviously very close to and caring for the child, but he kept a stern face and didn't know who he was pretending to be for.

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

"..."

Moody frowned immediately, narrowed his asymmetrical eyes and stared, his magic eye flashing with a faint blue light, and turned his crutch again and again.

Harry was unsure if his magical eyes could tell, so he took the initiative to reveal the truth: "He is in good health and not infected with lycanthropy. Loren said he inherited Tonks' Metamorphmagus."

"You have the talent to become an Auror!"

Moody glanced at him, turned around, and limped away: "I knew it, I said it a long time ago... This ability can be of great help if used well, but Tonks is a rookie who just graduated..."

No wonder Loren likes to play pranks, it's really funny.

Harry watched him go away with a smile, and began to calculate in his mind how many times he could play again.

Who else is coming?

Ginny beside her fell silent.

Is this how Hermione usually feels?

"..."

Laughter echoed in the room. Bertha Jorkins and Percy Weasley also arrived. They were both wearing the standard wizard robes of the Ministry of Magic. It seemed that they were on duty at the Ministry during the Easter holidays. They had just rushed back from the Ministry of Magic and there was another round of congratulations and greetings.

Harry came out immediately upon hearing the voice, and the guests who arrived later walked into the nursery under his eager guidance. In order to repeatedly satisfy his bad taste, he solemnly said that he was worried about disturbing the child's rest, and led them in one by one.

Tonks was silent for a moment.

With such positive and enthusiastic look, if you didn’t know him, you would think he was his child.

Standing at the door of the room, he could still hear Harry muttering foolishly: "You also know that his parents are a little special, and some of their characteristics are inherited through magic..."

He also knows how to optimize the lines, and he is very decent...

Loren couldn't help but smile.

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

Because of the residual symptoms of the Forgetfulness Curse, Jorkins was rotated back and forth between departments. Other colleagues and superiors treated her as a fool and did not hide many of their secrets. Later, she got the position of assistant to the minister without knowing what was going on.

As her memory gradually returned, the memories that had been rotating over the past decade became her work experience, and the unknown secrets contained therein were her qualifications. With the help of the momentum of the internal investigation of the Ministry of Magic, she has been promoted to a genuine senior deputy minister.

If the Ministry of Magic had not cleared out those corrupt officials and dismissed them, the accumulated secrets would have been enough for her to survive for decades. Even when Minister Bones retired, if she worked hard, she might have been able to take over...

Because Mr. Crouch had been wandering around in a state of confusion for many years, and when he woke up, he benefited from his past misfortunes. The wizards who knew the inside story were a little emotional -

It was as if he had endured the suffering inflicted by Crouch and also accepted Crouch's political resources.

Because of his previous outstanding performance, Percy succeeded him as assistant minister. He has not officially taken over yet, but is rotating among departments as an ordinary staff member because his ministerial boss has not yet taken office.

"All matters are gradually entering the final stage. It is expected that Ms. Bones will take up her post 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 try my best."

"..."

Jorkins remained silent. He had originally intended to tease Percy, but he didn't expect it to be taken as advice and he received sincere thanks. His expression was a little complicated for a moment.

"All right……"

It would be better for the Ministry of Magic to have more people like you who want to do serious work rather than letting those pure-blooded idiots take up positions.

Jorkins shook his head and smiled, and turned his head inadvertently to see Loren in the corner not far away. He waved over here, as if signaling someone to come over. Looking around, it seemed to be her.

"Loren, Hermione, long time no see."

"Miss Jorkins, I need you help."

"What's the matter?" Jorkins asked confusedly.

"About a business deal."

Loren smiled.

……

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

A witch is preparing to give birth.

Although it is a magical hospital for injuries and illnesses, with a total of one hundred therapists on duty at the moment, the hospital's top management is still worried and anxious. They have selected senior therapists from various departments to stay on standby outside the ward, ready to respond to emergencies at any time.

At this moment, there was an Auror team led by Scrimgeour himself outside the ward, on standby at any time.

The Aurors were all senior Aurors who had participated in the two Wizarding Wars. They had witnessed the tragedy of Death Eaters killing innocent people more than once. The relatives of several of them were even killed by Voldemort himself. Now that the internal investigation of the Ministry of Magic has been completed, these senior Aurors should have retired normally and enjoyed their old age, but they are all gathered here today.

Their faces looked a little old, but their eyes were full of determination and ruthlessness.

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

The same was true for Scrimgeour, as this was his final mission as Minister.

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

After looking at the group of Aurors and the stern-looking Scrimgeour, Lucius and Narcissa looked at each other, clenched their hands, and felt choked with fear, unable to breathe.

Inside the room, the witch therapist in charge of the delivery was equally nervous. The hands holding the wands began to sweat. The ethics of therapists made them suppress the urge to tremble slightly. They had been working in the hospital for many years. If they were young therapists who had worked in the past two years, they would probably just resign.

After this period of care, the 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 under Voldemort's close control, she was free to move around. All the Death Eaters were arrested and tried at the airport, but she was on the run until she was exposed by an internal intelligence agent and her whereabouts were revealed. She was arrested and brought to justice, but she was not tried because of her pregnancy.

Until now, it has not been confirmed who the father of the child is.

Everyone had the same guess in their mind, but no one dared to mention it.

"The amniotic fluid broke!"

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

Aurors were on high alert, therapists were keeping an eye on the pregnant woman and the fetus, and assistants were casting revelation spells and testing magic. As long as there were any unusual signs, more than a dozen wizards would take action at the same time to contain the crisis in time...

Do whatever it takes to do this.

Half an hour later.

Clear crying sounds were heard in the ward, and the stone door that sealed the ward began to loosen. When the therapists involved in the delivery left one after another under the leadership of their superiors, the attending witch, with sweat all over her forehead, revealed her face, wiped her forehead with a handkerchief, and a relaxed smile appeared on her face.

"Mother and daughter are safe, nothing unusual."

"call……"

Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and their hearts settled down.

The director of St. Mungo's Hospital turned to look at the hospital's sponsor, the representative sent by the Ministry of Magic, and smiled: "Mr. Malfoy, Minister Scrimgeour, the next thing is left to you. Our healers will be waiting 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 stone-sealed door and into the empty and spacious room with closed medicine cabinets on both sides. There were no windows in the ward, and an indescribable smell still lingered in the room. Crystal bubbles filled with candles floated on the ceiling, looking like huge soap bubbles.

At the back of the room, a mother and daughter lay quietly on the hospital bed.

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

The child curled up in his mother's arms with a peaceful expression. He was really a beautiful child. Most newborn babies have wrinkled and reddish skin, but this child was well developed. His skin was not wrinkled but a delicate pink color, with sparse lanugo on his head.

Bellatrix was a tall witch. In Scrimgeour's memory, she always looked like a mad witch. Her life in prison in Azkaban had left her with sunken cheeks, a haggard appearance, thick eyelids, protruding whites of the eyes, and she always had messy and greasy hair.

Narcissa stopped at the bedside and looked at the person's lips moving. Several months of recuperation in the ward seemed to have changed her sister back to the way she once was.

She had shiny black hair and was dressed neatly. Her cheeks were plump again due to the swelling from pregnancy. Her skin was not very fair, but her facial features were very beautiful. The maternal love between her eyebrows seemed to add a bit of tenderness.

There was a dark light in Lucius' eyes, and he was quickly weighing the pros and cons.

Scrimgeour had a cold expression. "The Auror team will escort her back to the Ministry with me. Today is Sunday, and a public trial will be held in Courtroom 10 tomorrow morning. You will take the child away to raise him. You are prohibited from leaving the country without permission, and you need to return to St. Mungo's for secret inspections regularly every year."

"Mr. Scrimgeour..."

Narcissa opened her mouth, but she could not utter those innocent thoughts, and could only make some insignificant requests: "Can you let her see him when she wakes up?"

Scrimgeour shook his head. "We cannot be sure that she will not do anything secret to the child after she wakes up. After all, the strangeness of the dark magic is far beyond our imagination. As you know, no one can be sure whether the birth of this child is related to Voldemort, or whether there is any incredible dark magic hidden."

"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 best efforts. The original result of the Wizengamot's discussion was expulsion. They are never allowed to enter the UK again."

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

"The Ministry of Magic has classified the relevant information as top secret. All people who know about it at 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 to decide. You can claim that the child is an orphan you adopted, or you can consider him as your child. The Ministry of Magic will not interfere with the specific conditions of raising him."

"He is too special. It would be better for him to have normal parents. We are too old..."

Lucius paused for a moment and said, "He'll be Draco's child. I'll name him -

"Delphus Malfoy."