94 Diagon Alley

    Blessing is for us. "

    "You're crazy." His face turned red, "You gave birth to a child and left him alone?"

    I translate it for everyone, and Mr. Malfoy, who has a different mind, made a simple arithmetic problem at this time. The sterile me is equal to thirty years, and the post-natal me is equal to ten years plus a child.

    Even an Englishman with poor mathematics, as a Slytherin, knows which option is more cost-effective.

    "This child won't necessarily inherit my curse, I'm just the unfortunate one in the Greenglass family." I said reassuringly, ignoring his hurtful words, because I knew I was The husband is always more kind than he is. "He can accompany you for the rest of your life."

    "What if he inherits it?" Draco laughed angrily, "You want me to have two funerals? You selfish..." He couldn't tell, because I was using He looked at him with tolerant eyes that knew everything.

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

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

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

    I tossed all Draco's fortified red wine, ate fresh food carefully prepared by the elf every day, and searched the Malfoys' library for any magic that would make me live longer. I'm also working to reverse the old Malfoys' "Muggle-like ants" philosophy, and I'm determined not to let this dross get into my child's head.

    Draco finally gave in because of my lust, but he went out and spent more time in the basement than ever before. Once Professor Snape came to the manor as a guest and looked me up and down for the first time ever.

    Sleep that day, I heard Draco sigh heavily. I think Professor Snape may have said something he didn't like. At this point I would hug him from behind and rub his stomach lightly. Like dealing with my unhappy kitty.

    A few months later, I became pregnant.

    The child thrived in my body and seemed to **** all my nutrition.

    My parents were emaciated overnight, as if I had put a deadline on myself. Daphne looked at me like an idiot, she threw my hand away, slammed the door and left.

    Eight years after the war, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy was born.

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

    I almost saw Merlin on the day of the delivery, and I don't know who Draco sent to St Mungo to save me. When I woke up, there were already a large and a small two Mal Blessed.

    Daphne threw a golden peacock to her little nephew and ran away, I think her gift is a bit exaggerated. But I'm still glad she forgave me, and I know she'll always forgive me.

    Scorpius looked like a replica of his father, also with buff hair, grey eyes and a pale pointed face, only his tiny nose and mouth resembled mine. His presence eased my relationship with Lucius and Narcissa. Especially Narcissa, who always looked at Scorpius with a wet look in her eyes.

    Scorpius is the best kid I have ever seen, he has always been cheerful, optimistic and cunning, kind and brave but not blind. Even clumsily turning over with his short, short legs is lovable.

    But this made my education for little Scorpius even more severe, because I didn't want him to become a little master like other purebloods.

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

    But Scorpius doesn't have many friends, and since he was born, my body has not been as good as it used to be. He followed his father's example and tried not to leave the manor, staying by my side day and night.

    It is gratifying that Draco and Harry Potter have become a relationship that can nod from afar. This actually answered a big question of my teenage years about when Malfoy in Slytherin and Potter in Gryffindor would strangle each other.

    I found this at Kings Cross, nineteen years after the Second Wizarding War.

    The fall of this year seems to have arrived all at once. The morning of September 1st was as crisp and golden as an apple.

    I was very excited to send little Scorpius to Hogwarts with Draco. This year for me is a year stolen from death. I'm grateful every day that I can see my child get on the Hogwarts Express like his parents.

    For Greengrass and Malfoy's sake, Scorpius didn't need to wear the sorting hat I knew he must be a Slytherin.

    Porter and his red-haired wife are saying goodbye to one of their sons, and another Weasley and smart Granger are sending their daughter to school. I also saw Ollivander, from whom Scorpius got an exaggeratedly curved wand of dark brown and ivory marble. Ollivander was a little surprised by the result, but she loved Scorpius as a child, at least more affectionately than Draco.

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

    Draco's recent state is not right, he is sometimes irritable, sometimes depressed, sometimes frustrated.

    It's because I'm sick. As a wizard, I feel the magic of life is draining from my body. I told Draco he didn't have to look for anything else, and I didn't want him to touch the danger or make a deal with death for it.

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

    Maybe he will go there in the future to watch the ebb and flow, and look at the stars. He would tell Scorpius which constellation was their father and son's name, and mine corresponded to the starry night.

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

    But when I told her I wished her as happy as I was, she scoffed at it, still haunted by my stupid choices years ago. I hope she chooses a real lover, it may take a while, but she still deserves the best love. I hope she can help me look after Scorpius, although our sisters don't look alike (I'm the better looking one, of course), Scorpius likes his aunt.

    Narcissa also came to see me secretly, she hesitated for a long time, and finally took my hand and said that I did better than her. Promise that they will make Scorpius grow as I want to be a wizard with a noble personality.

    Draco has nothing to say to me. I just noticed that he was getting older too. His forehead was a little bald, making his chin even more pointed. But among all the husbands, I still have the confidence to say that he is the most handsome one.

    I once asked him if he would marry a young witch in the future?

    He said angrily that he would marry someone more beautiful than me.

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

    Consciousness pulled away from my body, and my soul floated into the air in the room.

    For the first time I saw my husband cry in spite of his image, his shoulders shaking like a helpless, lonely, grief-stricken poor man.

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

    【Extra】Old single young wizard Snape

    Snape thought the world sucked.

    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 gloomy professor has had to rack his brains to play hide-and-seek with the "visitors".

    He hates every Animagus including but not limited to James Potter, Sirius Black, Peter the Damned Pettigrew, and last and foremost Rita Skye special.

    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 herself with compassion and regret.

    But at the moment, the most pressing thing for Severus Snape is to think about how to escape this ward. Molly Weasley made up her mind to throw a big celebration for the poor man. Snape didn't have to think about her plan, first praising him with tears in his eyes, sympathizing with him, then thinking about pushing all the single witches to his side.

    As Snape said, the Order of the Phoenix is ​​now more terrifying than the Death Eaters, and the zealous wives headed by Molly Weasley are more murderous than Voldemort.

    This may be the hardest escape of the century. Snape said to himself. I told Ollivander to be out of the hospital in three weeks, and she and her nasty man were bound to be transferred for two weeks. That meant he had to send the senior expert within seven days and escape to a place where no one could find him.

    Snape closed his eyes and let the raging fire set the Daily Prophet on the ground. The eighty-seventh time I wish I didn't survive Nagini's abyss.

    Things are going well. As long as he wanted to, the mere ward of St. Mungo's couldn't stop this great master of black magic (defense).

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