The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Easter holiday.

Hogsmeade Village.

Today is undoubtedly a rare good weather. In mid-April, the sun is already very bright at 9 am.

The sun is warm, not scorching or dry, and the temperature is just right. Scotland has gotten rid of the rainy season at this time. The water vapor in the Forbidden Forest and the lakeside turns into morning mist, shining with colorful luster under the sun. There is also a hint of coolness lingering on the grounds outside the castle, which makes people feel comfortable.

Such good weather happens to be a holiday, which is most suitable for going out for an outing.

Loren unwrapped two strawberry-flavored lollipops, handed one to Hermione, and put the other into his mouth and chewed it directly, then walked out of the school gate with a crunch, muttering indistinctly:

"Hmm... I still can't understand which serious professor would name his child Teddy."

Hermione held the candy in her mouth, the sweet strawberry flavor spread on the tip of her tongue, and her expression was somewhat helpless: "I can't understand which serious student would associate this normal name with a dog breed."

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

"You kept talking about it for three hours yesterday."

"..."

The two vague voices walked away, mixed in the morning mist under the sun, and gradually dissipated.

Out of the school gate, the flowers and plants on both sides of the path were still adorned with crystal dew, and fairies and bees mixed together, flapping their wings and approaching the stamens, sparkling in the sun.

The path was flat and the soil was wet. It happened to be the Easter holiday. Only a few people invited by Professor Lupin had a permit to avoid the Hogsmeade activity week. Harry and Ginny were very enthusiastic about the newborn baby. They set out early in the morning light. Ron stayed in bed and fell behind...

At this time, there were still a few students on the road going to Hogsmeade. Some of them had asked for leave, and some of them had relatives living in the village and took advantage of the holiday to visit their relatives. Some of them looked familiar, but I couldn't call their names. I just nodded at a distance, which was considered a greeting.

There were not too many pedestrians, and it was just quiet.

Walking and stopping, talking to themselves about what to name their future children, and then being punched by the embarrassed girl, they talked and laughed all the way and didn't feel bored.

Arrived in Hogsmeade at about 9:30.

The trees were full of enchanted candles, but there was no candlelight, probably because they would only be lit at night. The shop signs were hung with ribbons of various colors, some new and some old, mixed together, and some of them were still Christmas red, which was obviously the decoration left over from last year.

Regardless of the store, the cabinets on both sides of the street were selling Easter-themed products. Various boiled eggs were painted with colors. The recognizable ones were chicken eggs and duck eggs, the slightly larger ones were goose eggs, and the larger ones were hard to tell. The main color was basically red, and there were also colorful ones, decorated with lilies, which were particularly festive.

"I'm not sure what kind of eggs those are..."

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

"..."

Hermione looked at his expression and thought that rabbits were mammals and could not hatch any eggs.

The eggs in the window of Honeydukes candy store are easy to guess. The shells are basically chocolate, 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 to go shopping. They can only buy a few more to taste on the way back.

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

It is not as prosperous and colorful as the shop streets. 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 of the door and a courtyard surrounded by a fence behind the house. 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 late-rising residents have breakfast at this time. The thatched roofs are filled with hot steam, revealing a sense of tranquility and tranquility.

Walking through the corridor, I could vaguely hear the voices in those houses. The sharp and loud voices were all middle-aged witches, and the men's voices were weak and sleepy, as if they had not woken up yet, so I couldn't hear them clearly.

Not far away, several preschool children gathered together, holding linen bags with several red-painted eggs in their hands. They squatted on a slightly raised ramp, put down the eggs together and let them roll. The ones with broken eggshells looked regretful, and the ones that remained intact were proud.

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

"Professor Lupin, good morning."

"Happy Easter, Professor Lupin, and congratulations on having a baby!"

"Good morning..."

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

"In fact, some animals can."

"..."

Loren walked on the flat and soft grass, looking left and right with his eyes open, looking around, like a classroom visit, but unfortunately the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts had no intention of explaining.

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

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

"It's because you came too early." Loren looked carefully at the circuit lines and found that they were just empty shells. Then he remembered that Hogsmeade was a pure wizarding village and could not connect to the power grid.

"Where's Ron?"

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

"I guess he slept for a dozen and a half minutes."

Harry waved his hand: "Let's not talk about this anymore. Come and see the babies who are just a few days old. They are very interesting. They are ugly but also very cute!"

"ah?"

Loren and Hermione turned to look at Professor Lupin: "Is this safe? The immunity of a child just two days old should be very fragile. If he gets infected with germs or something..."

"Go and have a look."

Lupine shook his head, smiled, and said gently: "Muggles only care about vaccines, viruses, etc. Wizards don't have to worry about this."

"As if wizards don't have infectious diseases, several old wizards in St. Mungo's Hospital are infected with dragon pox every year..."

Loren muttered as he was pulled away.

A group of people squeezed into the baby room in the house. Loren and Hermione were still a little reluctant to let go, worried that the baby would be injured or infected. Harry and Ginny teased him calmly, playing with the pink and red tip of his nose, which was as short as a jelly bean. Her fingers, her face tenderer than a steamed pumpkin, were like seeing a pet that was newer and cuter than a velvet, and she wanted to pick it up and hug her tightly, and pinch her pink face.

It wasn't until Tonks stood next to the crib and looked at the two of them with disgust that Harry and Ginny retracted their fingers with a smile.

"What's so fun about this?"

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

Ginny held her hand and shook it back and forth, with a bit of coquettishness in her voice: "I am the youngest child in the family. I have six older brothers. They are the only ones who have played with me since I was a child. From now on, I can only remember what happened when I was a child, so I I have always wanted to have a younger brother or sister to play with, but my mother no longer wants children.”

Tonks laughed twice: "Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley are already very energetic. Your family has a total of seven children. I only have one and I don't want any more."

"Is giving birth painful?"

"It's actually quite easy for a witch. It's just that the few months of pregnancy are too difficult. You're not allowed to do this or that. Your colleagues and friends are letting you go. Kingsley won't assign me any field work. Seven When the month was over, even the task of training Aurors was He took it back, and Remus, you didn't know how nervous he was, as if he was the one who was pregnant. I thought he was annoying and hid at my mother's house, so the two of them kidnapped me. What kind of parents are they? It’s not like she has never been pregnant..."

Tonks seemed to have found an outlet, chirping out her complaints that had been building up for months.

Wizards do not have to worry about giving birth. Human body transformation can adjust muscles, internal organs and bones at will. The baby is also a part of the wizard before it is born. Wizards with superb transformation skills can even directly transform the fetus they have conceived. Even if they are not so skilled, they can pass it. Adjust your body shape to improve fetal position. It is easier to give birth, and the transformation technique can even be used to give birth without injury. Even if there is an unexpected situation, the healing technique and white essence can ensure safety.

Only in rare cases would a wizard give birth to someone else, for example if the witch was disheartened and had no will to survive...

The former Merope Gaunt is an example.

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Loren and Hermione stood nearby, quietly looking at Tonks after giving birth. She was wearing pink plush pajamas and her hair was bright and warm pink. She still looked like a carefree girl, but her neck and cheeks were slightly swollen, and her eyebrows were slightly swollen. I accidentally glanced at the child, who looked a little softer and had a happy smile on his lips.

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

"You must be extremely happy. Remus comes back to accompany you every day after class. Except for the opening dinner, I have never seen him attend the dinner in the auditorium this school year."

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

"Would you like to see how bright your smile is now?"

"I didn't anyway."

"The senior Auror has a tough tongue."

"You are still talking about me, I guess it won't be long before you graduate and you will be okay."

"nonsense!"

"..."

The girls were chatting and joking next to each other, and Loren also moved closer to the crib, looking at this new life whose destiny had completely changed. His skin was still wrinkled and red, his eyes were bright, and there was no hair, only some soft fluff. He was indeed ugly and cute. of.

"Teddy..."

Loren called softly.

At this age, the baby's eyes and vision are not fully developed. He can only see vague outlines, and he is even less clear about his own name. However, he strangely feels his gaze, hears his call, and stretches out his hand to wave babblingly.

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

"Is he okay?" A slightly nervous voice sounded next to him.

Loren turned around and saw the always gentle and calm Defense Against the Dark Arts professor standing next to him, 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 a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, Lupin had heard a long time ago that Loren had a pair of eyes that could see directly into magic, and even into the soul. If anyone could make an accurate judgment about Teddy's situation, it would be him, except for Dumbledore.

Inviting Loren to visit my home today actually had this in mind.

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

Lupin couldn't help but get more nervous, his heart hanging in his throat: "I asked the therapists at St. Mungo's to treat him. They said that the child is 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 hereditary transmission, but Muggle biologists and infectious disease experts believe that since this infectious disease can be transmitted through body fluids, it is possible to be inherited. 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 in the field of magic, which is more likely to be inherited through magic."

"What do you mean?" Lupin's face was pale.

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

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

"Yes."

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

"I...he..."

Lupin's eyes turned red, his body was shaky, and he barely stood firm by holding on to the fence of the crib, but he didn't dare to show any abnormality, for fear that his wife who was chatting behind him would notice.

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

Lupin took a long deep breath and pulled himself together: "You're right, lycanthropy is not a terminal illness. Now there is a werewolf potion, he can have a normal life."

"What nonsense are you talking about, who said he has lycanthropy?"

"???"

"I said he inherited Tonks's Metamorphmagus, which is an extremely special magic."

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

"Loren Morgan!"

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

"..."