tampered with the past

In a blink of an eye, half a year has passed.

Hugo, who was born in the courtroom, has already begun to call "Mom".

I heard from Kingsley who was visiting me that I was slapped on the back of the head by a werewolf in the courtroom that day to save Harry.

"I've never seen Harry like that." Kingsley's face was dark. "It's scarier than a werewolf... He seemed to be planning to die with the werewolf, but the werewolf fell down by himself."

"Fall by yourself?"

Kingsley nodded: "We don't know the reason yet, but the people from the Department of Mysteries will figure it out. Nothing can stop those silent people."

I was still worried, and just as I was about to ask Kingsley for a privilege to participate in the research, Kingsley took the lead and said, "Just take a good rest, to be honest, I really regret the decision to let you attend the trial that day, what Harry said Yes, I'm so 'inhuman'...we would have lost you if it wasn't for little Malfoy..."

"Little Malfoy?" The more I listened, the more I couldn't understand. Of course I knew that the little Malfoy in Kingsley's mouth was referring to Lucius Malfoy's son Draco Malfoy, but, "This level of little Malfoy Fu what's the matter?"

"He saved you." Kingsley was obviously terrified, "He was the first rescuer to arrive, and he was also the one who took out the fetus from your unconscious belly."

"Hugo...was he the one who delivered the baby?"

Kingsley nodded again, I suddenly wanted to laugh, and Malfoy in the midwife's costume flashed wickedly in my mind.

I finally held back my smile. Speaking of which, Malfoy has saved me twice in a row recently, so I shouldn't have behaved so heartlessly.

Malfoy was also the one who woke me from the illusion that day.

I was almost on the verge of entering the hung archway, but Malfoy managed to stop me with his nostrils.

"Humph!"

I was pulled back to reality just like that.

A reality without Harry.

Albus and Rose were my children and Harry's - my stomach was cramping and I was suffering from discomfort - and Malfoy was no doubt seeing it all in my head.

These days, Malfoy's disdainful eyes are always vacillating on me and Harry.

Affair.

What a shame, but I can't condemn myself, feel guilty and upset because I can't remember.

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