days at Hogwarts

Chapter 789 I didn't mean it

Easter holidays.

Hogsmeade.

Today is undoubtedly a rare day of good weather. In mid-April, the sunshine is already very bright at nine in the morning.

The sun was warm, not too scorching or too dry, and the temperature was just right. Scotland had already gotten rid of the rainy season, and the mist in the Forbidden Forest and the lakeside had turned into morning mist, gleaming with colorful luster under the sunlight. There was also a hint of coolness lingering in the grounds outside the castle, making people feel comfortable.

Such good weather happens to be a holiday, which is perfect for an outing.

Loren unwrapped two strawberry-flavored lollipops, handed one to Hermione, and stuffed the other into his mouth and chewed it up, then walked out of the school gate, mumbling incoherently:
"Hmm... I still can't understand what serious professor would name his child Teddy."

Hermione held the candy in her mouth, the sweet strawberry flavor spreading on the tip of her tongue. She looked a little helpless: "I also can't understand why a serious student would associate such a normal name with a dog breed."

"That's what you said, I didn't say that."

"You talked for three hours yesterday."

"..."

Two unclear voices moved away, mixed in the morning mist under the sun, and gradually dissipated.

After leaving the school gate, the flowers and plants on both sides of the path were still dotted with crystal dew. Fairies and bees were mixed together, flapping their wings and approaching the stamens, sparkling in the sunlight.

The path was flat and the soil was wet. It happened to be the Easter holiday, and only a few people invited by Professor Lupin had approval to avoid the Hogsmeade activity week. Harry and Ginny were very enthusiastic about the newborn baby, so they set out early at dawn, and Ron stayed in bed and fell behind...

At this time, there were still several students on the way to Hogsmeade. Some had asked for leave, and some had relatives living in the village, so they took the opportunity of the holiday to visit them. Some of the faces were familiar, but I couldn't remember their names. I just nodded from a distance as a greeting.

There were just the right number of pedestrians, and it was just the right amount of quiet.

They walked and stopped, chatted with each other about what name to give their future child, and were punched a few times by the embarrassed girl. They talked and laughed all the way and didn't feel bored at all.

We arrived at Hogsmeade at about half past nine.

The tree was hung with magical candles, but without any candlelight, probably because they would only be lit at night. The shop signs were hung with ribbons of various colors, new and old, mixed together. Some of them were in Christmas red, and it was obvious that they were leftover decorations from last year.

No matter what store it is, the cabinets on both sides of the street are selling Easter-themed products. Various boiled eggs are painted with colors. The recognizable ones are chicken eggs and duck eggs, the slightly larger ones are goose eggs, and the larger ones are hard to tell. The main color is basically red, but there are also colorful ones, decorated with lilies, which are particularly festive.

"I'm not sure what that Easter egg is..."

Loren looked at the windows and whispered in Hermione's ear, "But I can be sure that what hatched will definitely not be the Easter Bunny."

"..."

Hermione watched his expression and thought that rabbits were mammals and couldn't hatch any eggs.

The Easter eggs in the window of Honeydukes candy store are easy to guess. The shells are basically chocolate and coated with thick icing. It is unclear what the fillings are. You can only know by breaking them open and tasting them. Unfortunately, they are not here for shopping, so they can only buy a few to try on the way back.

Walk along the commercial street, pass the Central Avenue Post Office and continue for a while, then turn right and enter the alley with neat houses.

There is no bustling and colorful street with shops here. There are only a few magic candles on the trees, which have burned out, leaving only some flowing and solidified wax. These houses are similar to Hampstead, with a lawn in front and a fenced courtyard behind. There are a few Easter eggs hidden in the lawn, but there are no colorful ribbons. If you look closely, you can see some traces of the festival.

Some residents who get up late have breakfast at this time. Hot air rises from the thatched roof, exuding a sense of peace and tranquility.

Walking through the corridor, I could vaguely hear voices from those houses. The sharp and loud voices were all from middle-aged witches, while the men's voices were weak and sleepy, as if they were not awake yet, and could not be heard clearly.

Not far away, several preschool children gathered together, holding linen bags with a few red-painted eggs in them. They squatted on a slightly raised ramp, put down the eggs at the same time and let them roll. Those with broken eggshells looked regretful, while those that remained intact were proud.

Ten minutes later, the two knocked on Professor Lupin's door.

"Good morning, Professor Lupin."

"Happy Easter Professor Lupin, and congratulations on the birth of your baby!"

"Good morning……"

Lupin smiled politely at Hermione, then turned around and saw Loren's bright smile. He felt a little headache and sighed, "There is no biology class in Hogwarts, but Hagrid should have popularized basic physiological knowledge. Male wizards cannot have children, just like male magical animals cannot get pregnant."

“Some animals can, in fact.”

"..."

Loren walked on the flat and soft grass, looking left and right with his eyes open, as if he was visiting a class. Unfortunately, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts had no intention of explaining.

This yard is not as big as the single-family manors of pure-blood families, but it is much larger than it looks from the outside. Its area is close to that of the villas in Hampstead. The underground drainage pipes and pre-buried circuit pipelines were designed with reference to Muggle houses. Although it is a bit rough, it already has a sense of the combination of technology and magic.

Harry and Ginny heard the sound and ran out in a hurry, their faces flushed with excitement: "Why did you come so late?"

"You came too early." Loren looked at the circuit pipelines carefully and found that it was just an empty shell. Then he remembered that Hogsmeade was a pure wizard village and could not be connected to the power grid.

"Where's Ron?"

"When I got up he said to sleep for five more minutes."

"I guess he slept for a dozen five-minute stretches."

Harry waved his hand: "Let's not talk about this anymore, come and take a look at the babies who were just a few days old, they are so interesting, even the ugly ones are cute!"

"what?"

Loren and Hermione turned to look at Professor Lupin: "Is this safe? A baby who is only two days old should have very weak immunity. What if he gets infected with germs or something..."

"Go and have a look."

Lupin shook his head and smiled, then said gently, "Vaccines, viruses, and the like, only Muggles care about these things, wizards don't need to worry about them."

"You're talking as if wizards don't have infectious diseases. Every year, several old wizards at St. Mungo's Hospital get infected with dragon pox..."

Loren muttered as he was pulled away.

The group squeezed into the baby's room. Loren and Hermione were still a little nervous, worried that the baby would get hurt or get sick, while Harry and Ginny frankly teased him, fiddling with his pink and red nose with their fingers, their short fingers like jelly beans, and his face more tender than a steamed pumpkin. It was like seeing a pet that was more novel and lovely than puffy cats, and they wanted to hug him tightly and pinch his pink face. It was not until Tonks stood beside the crib and looked at the two with disgust that Harry and Ginny smiled and retracted their fingers.

"What's so fun about this?"

"Oh, Tonks, you don't know..."

Ginny held her hand and swung it back and forth, her voice a little coquettish: "I am the youngest child in the family. I have six older brothers. They have been the only ones to tease me since I was young. Since I can remember, they have been talking about my childhood. So I have always wanted to have a younger brother or sister to play with, but my mother no longer wants children."

Tonks chuckled twice: "Mr. and Mrs. Weasley are already very energetic. There are seven children in your family. I will only have one and I don't want any more."

“Is childbirth painful?”

"It's actually quite easy for a witch, except for the first few months of pregnancy, which are too hard. You're not allowed to do this or that. Your colleagues and friends all give in to you. Kingsley didn't assign me any field work. When I was seven months pregnant, even the job of training Aurors was taken back. And Remus, you don't know how nervous he was, as if he was the one who was pregnant. I was annoyed by him and hid back in my mother's house, but the two of them ended up kidnapping me. What kind of parents are these? It's not like she has never been pregnant before..."

Tonks seemed to have found an outlet for her venting, and she chattered out the complaints that had been accumulating for several months.

Wizards do not have the trouble of childbirth. Transfiguration can adjust muscles, internal organs and bones at will. Babies are also part of wizards before they are born. Wizards with superb Transfiguration can even directly transform the fetus in the womb. Even if the skills are not so proficient, they can improve the fetal position by adjusting their own body shape. Childbirth is easier. Transfiguration can even ensure a safe birth. Even if there is an unexpected situation, healing and white mulberry essence can ensure safety.

Only in very rare cases will a witch's childbirth result in death, such as when the witch is disheartened and has no will to survive...

Merope Gaunt was an example of this.

Loren and Hermione stood by, quietly looking at Tonks after she gave birth. She was wearing pink plush pajamas and her hair was also bright pink. She still looked like a carefree girl, but her neck and cheeks were a little swollen. When she glanced at the child inadvertently, her eyebrows became a little softer and there was a happy smile on the corners of her mouth.

"You don't know, I'm almost bored to death."

"You must be so happy. Remus comes home to accompany you after class every day. Except for the start-of-term dinner, I have never seen him attend dinner in the auditorium this school year."

"Who wants to see his nervous face all day long!"

"Do you want to see how brightly you're smiling now?"

"I didn't anyway."

"Senior Auror is just being stubborn."

"You're still talking about me. I think you'll be able to do the same after you graduate soon."

"nonsense!"

"..."

The girls were chatting and joking nearby. Loren also went to the crib and looked at this new life whose fate had been completely changed. His skin was a little wrinkled and red, his eyes were bright, and he had no hair, just some soft fluff. He was indeed very ugly and cute.

"Teddy..."

Loren called softly.

At this time, the baby's eyes and vision are not fully developed. He can only see vague outlines and does not know his own name. However, he can strangely feel his gaze, hear his call, and stretch out his hands and wave them.

A faint smile appeared in Loren's eyes, and then a crystal blue light appeared, reflecting the purest magic in the newborn baby.

"Is he okay?" A slightly nervous voice sounded beside me.

Loren turned his head and saw the always gentle and calm professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts standing next to him, with his brows knitted together, looking at him nervously, with both expectation and faint fear in his eyes.

As a core member of the Order of the Phoenix and professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, Lupin had heard long ago that Loren had a pair of eyes that could see directly into magic and even gaze directly into souls. If anyone could make an accurate decision about Teddy's situation, it would be him except Dumbledore.

I invited Loren to my home today with this in mind.

"Emm..." Loren hesitated for a moment.

Lupin could not help but become more nervous, his heart in his throat: "I asked the healers at St. Mungo's to treat the child, and they said that the child is still too young and his organs are not fully developed, so the diagnosis is unclear. The therapists at the New York Werewolf Hospital believe that lycanthropy is not hereditary. There is no precedent for inheritance. However, Muggle biologists and infectious disease experts believe that since this infectious disease can be transmitted through body fluids, the possibility of inheritance cannot be ruled out. But since Tonks is fine, the child should be fine too..."

"As a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, I think you should know that for wizards, traits are not inherited through genes, especially for special talents in magic, which are more likely to be inherited through magic power."

"What do you mean?" Lupin turned pale.

"Just like magical talent, the offspring of wizards and witches are more likely to become wizards. The magic displayed by the offspring is similar to that of their parents, such as Slytherin's Parseltongue, Dumbledore's affinity with the Phoenix, and natural Legilimency..."

"So... Teddy he..." Lupin swallowed, his voice a little difficult.

"Yes."

Loren nodded slightly, his expression heavy: "He did inherit your magic power, a very special magic power."

"He and I……"

Lupin's eyes became red and his body was shaky. He barely managed to stand by holding on to the rails of the crib, but he didn't dare show any sign of abnormality, for fear that his wife, who was chatting behind him, would notice.

Loren admired him for a few seconds, then looked at him in confusion: "Why do you look like you're about to cry?"

Lupin took a long, deep breath and pulled himself together. "You're right. Werewolf disease is not a terminal illness. Now we have the werewolf potion. He can live a normal life."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Who said he has werewolf disease?"

"???"

"I say he inherited Tonks' Metamorphmagus, which is a very special magical power."

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, who had almost never blushed in front of his students, had veins bulging on his forehead. His hands trembled slightly, and he slowly clenched them into fists, squeezing out a voice from between his teeth:

"Loren Morgan!"

On a sunny day in mid-April, Loren actually felt a distinct chill. He immediately turned to look at the group of girls and shouted, "Tonks, I have good news for you."

"..."

(End of this chapter)