94 hp Diagon Alley

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"You're crazy." His face was flushed, "You gave birth to a child, and then left him to me?"

Let me translate for everyone. Mr. Malfoy, who has a different heart, did a simple arithmetic problem at this time.The barren me is equal to 30 years, and the post-natal me is equal to ten years plus a kid.

Even the Englishman who is poor in mathematics, as a Slytherin, he knows which option is more cost-effective.

"This kid doesn't necessarily inherit my curse, I just happen to be the unfortunate one in the Greengrass family." I said reassuringly, not paying attention to his hurtful words, because I knew that my husband was always more kind than he showed . "He can accompany you for the rest of your life."

"What if he inherits?" Draco laughed angrily, "You want me to have two funerals? You selfish..." He couldn't say anything, because I was watching with all-seeing eyes with him.

"If you love me, Draco, you will support my decision. The child will be the continuation of my life." I dropped a heavy hammer.

"I don't love you!" Draco kicked off the chair and left the bedroom angrily.

Alas, you see, Draco Malfoy doesn't love me again.

I threw away all of Draco's fortified red wine, ate fresh food prepared by the elves every day, and searched the Malfoy family's library for any magic that would make me live longer.I am also committed to reversing the old Malfoy couple's "Muggles are like ants" concept, and I am determined not to let this kind of dross enter my child's head.

Draco eventually relented to my bullying, but he was out and about in the basement more than ever.Once, when Professor Snape came to the manor as a guest, he looked me up and down for the first time.

Sleeping that day, I heard Draco's heavy sigh.I think Professor Snape may have said something he didn't like to hear.At this time, I would hug him from behind and rub his stomach gently.Like with my unhappy kitten.

A few months later, I became pregnant.

The child thrived in my body, and it seemed to suck all the nutrients from me.

My parents withered overnight, as if I had imposed a deadline on myself.Daphne looked at me like a fool, she shook off my hand, slammed the door and left.

In the eighth year after the war, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy was born.

We gave him a constellation and the name of a Greek god.He was truly a continuation of Draco's and my life at the moment, a miracle of love.

I almost met Merlin on the day of delivery, and I don't know who Draco sent to St. Mungo's to rescue me. When I woke up, there were already two Malfoys, one big and one small, beside me.

Daphne dropped a golden peacock on her little nephew and ran off, I think her gift was a bit over the top.But I'm still glad she forgave me, and I know she always will.

Scorpius looked like a carbon copy of his father, with blond hair, gray eyes, and pale pointed face, except for his small nose and mouth.His presence eased my relationship with Lucius and Narcissa.Especially Narcissa, her eyes are always wet looking at Scorpius.

Scorpius is the best kid I have ever seen. He has always been cheerful, optimistic and cunning, kind and brave but not blind.Even turning awkwardly on his short legs is endearing.

But this made me teach little Scorpius more severely, because I don't want him to become a young master like other pure-blood families.

Draco is a very loving father, I can see the shadow of Lucius in him, maybe his father also accommodated him in this way when he was a child.

But Scorpius didn't have many friends, and since he was born, my body hasn't been as good as it used to be.He imitated his father, tried not to leave the manor, and stayed by my side day and night.

It is gratifying that Draco and Harry Potter have actually become a relationship that can nod from a distance.This actually answers one of my teenage doubts about when Malfoy in Slytherin and Potter in Gryffindor strangle each other to death.

I found this out at King's Cross Station, 19 years after the Second Wizarding War.

The fall of this year seems to have arrived all at once.The morning of September [-]st was as crisp and golden as an apple.

With great excitement, I sent little Scorpius to Hogwarts with Draco.This year is a year stolen from death for me.Every day I am grateful that I actually get to see my child board the Hogwarts Express just like his parents did.

For Greenglass and Malfoy's sake, Scorpius didn't need a sorting hat to know he must be a Slytherin.

Potter and his redheaded wife were saying goodbye to one of their sons, while the other Weasley and bright Granger were sending their daughter to school.I also saw Ollivander, from whom Scorpius had obtained a wand of dark brown and ivory white marble with exaggerated curves.Ollivander was a little surprised by this result, but she liked the child Scorpius very much, at least more affectionately than Draco.

That was the day Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter nodded their heads, a day that should go down in the history books.

Draco hasn't been in the right shape lately, he's sometimes irritable, sometimes down, and sometimes frustrated.

On second thought it was because I was sick.As a wizard, I feel the magic of life draining from my body.I told Draco he didn't have to look for anything else, I didn't want him to run into danger or make a deal with death.

I started spending more time talking to my portrait, and now I'm confident that she's an intelligent and beautiful portrait, and that she knows everything about Draco and Scorpius.I put one painting in the Malfoy Manor and the other in the little house on St. Michael's Island, a place I think Draco would go himself, and that's a fond memory for the two of us.

Maybe in the future he will go there to watch the ebb and flow of the tide, and look at the starry sky.He would tell Scorpius which constellation was the name of their father and son, and my name corresponds to the starry night.

Daphne came to visit me, she is not married yet.My excellent older sister has been able to carry the burden of the family alone, and she no longer needs to marry into a powerful family to maintain Greengrass' status.

But when I told her that I wished her the same happiness as me, she scoffed at it, still brooding over the stupid choices I made all those years ago.I hope she chooses a true love, it may take some time but she still deserves the best love.I wish she would babysit Scorpius for me, and while our sisters don't look alike (I'm certainly the better looking one), Scorpius loves his aunt.

Narcissa also came to see me secretly. After hesitating for a long time, she finally took my hand and said that I did better than her.Promise that they will make Scorpius grow up according to my ideas, and become a wizard with a noble personality.

Draco had nothing to say to me.I just noticed that he was getting old too.His forehead was a little bald, which accentuated his chin.But among all the husbands, I still have the confidence to say that he is the most handsome one.

I once asked him, would he marry a young witch later on?

He said angrily that he would marry someone prettier than me.

But I know he won't, which makes me even sadder.

Consciousness withdrew from my body, and my soul floated into the midair of the room.

It was the first time I saw my husband cry disregarding his image, his shoulders trembling, like a helpless, lonely, grief-stricken poor man.

God, this is the last time I really realize that Draco Malfoy really loves me.

[Extra] Older single young wizard Snape

Snape thought the world was a mess.

He just needs a quiet, undisturbed room, preferably without sunlight.But the reality is that since he was admitted to the inpatient unit of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, the sullen professor has had to rack his brains to play hide-and-seek with "visitors".

He hates every Animagus, including but not limited to James Potter, Sirius Black, damn Peter Pettigrew, and last but not least Rita Skeeter.

The new headmaster, Professor McGonagall, who came to visit on behalf of Hogwarts, should also be included in the list, because she always looks at her with compassion and apology.

But at present, Severus Snape's most urgent thing is to think about how to escape this ward.Molly Weasley had made up her mind to give the poor man a big celebration.Snape knew her plan without using his brain, first praised him with tears in his eyes and sympathized with him, and then thought about pushing all single witches to his side.

According to Snape, the current Order of the Phoenix is ​​more terrifying than the Death Eaters, and the enthusiastic ladies headed by Molly Weasley are even more vicious than Voldemort.

This may be the most difficult escape of this century.Snape said to himself.I told Ollivander to be out of the hospital in three weeks, and she and her annoying man were bound to deliver for two weeks.This meant that he had to get rid of the senior expert within seven days and flee to a place where no one could find him.

Snape closed his eyes and let the raging fire ignite the "Daily Prophet" which had been discarded on the ground. Seven times No.80 wished he hadn't survived Nagini's abyssal maw.

Things are going well.No mere St. Mungo's ward could stop the great master of the dark arts (defense) if he wanted to.

But Snape wasn't healed, the wound on his neck was still aching - he wasn't as cockroach-like as Harry Potter.