Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 689 The child’s mother gets!
This is a weird room.

Various contradictory elements come together in this small house.

The holy cross and the serpent that chooses its prey;
Old ornaments and trendy technological items;

The Bible is meant to lead people to good and the gun is filled with gunpowder.
It seems that several people live in this house - a priest with strong faith, a devil believer who is involved in the underworld, an archaeologist immersed in the past, a high-tech enthusiast who is at the forefront of the times, and a western cowboy who is good at gourmet food.

It has nothing to do with the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts.

But actually,

This room belongs to the current Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
Tom Riddle,
One seventh of Voldemort,

The diary Horcrux took shape.
A beautiful young boy who is not even nineteen years old in the real sense.

All trace of the previous professor, Quirrell, had disappeared.

When Quirrell cried to Voldemort and was punished for incontinence,
The full-length mirror opposite was replaced by a lifelike snake sculpture that coiled on the wall.

According to common sense and previous schedule, Riddle should be resting in this room at this time.

It is now Tuesday, January 1th.

It was not the days of praying to oneself and resting in Slytherin's chamber on Saturdays and Sundays.

But today, this time period.

As the body of the snake sculpture began to wriggle, a circular door appeared and Riddle walked out in a black robe.

He drew out his wand and waved it around a few times.

Everything in the room seemed to come alive and began to move.

The door behind it moved in the opposite direction of the snake sculpture and seemed to be swallowed by the snake's mouth.

The empty kettle was suddenly filled with hot coffee.

It was as if an invisible hand had picked it up and poured the aromatic coffee into the cup on the wooden table in the middle of the room.

The empty plate also had a few more pieces of bread.

The two plush high-backed chairs against the wall were also moved to the wooden table.

Then, the door opened automatically with a sound.

The person who came was Dumbledore.

He looked around the room with interest.

He quickly walked over to the wooden table and sat down.

"Are you happy?" Riddle raised his eyebrows.

In half an hour,
Before he received the letter from Dumbledore,

He is still resting in this room.

After receiving the letter, he went to Slytherin's secret room through the newly built secret passage (after all, it was too rude to always go to the women's bathroom).
After praying for a while.

He returned to the room before the appointed time.

And arranged everything.

And from Dumbledore's brisk pace just now, and the undisguised smile on his lips.

All of them were Dumbledore trying to tell him through body language, "I am happy."

Riddle couldn't help but stroke his wand subconsciously, wondering what kind of news would make Dumbledore lose his composure like this.

This is what makes Dumbledore want to share so strongly.

Could it be that Dumbledore and Grindelwald had a child?
Still healthy?

"It's related to a child who suddenly appeared." Dumbledore's mouth curled up even more.

"Congratulations! Whose last name? Dumbledore or Grindelwald?" Riddle raised the coffee in front of him and clinked glasses.

Dumbledore frowned, "I think you misunderstood.

Not that kid.

Instead, it was a child that appeared directly on Harry's bed.

He was born not long ago."

"Oh, just born? Why did you come to me?
Wait," Riddle seemed to have thought of something and rubbed his temple, "could it be related to 'me'?

Is it an experiment left behind by me?

Born at this time, through Harry's identity as 'my' Horcrux, he came to Hogwarts?"

“That’s understandable. But she’s not a test subject.

It's a coincidence. You must have heard of the mirror world."

"Of course, I have seen with my own eyes the majestic monster summoned by Harry Potter - the Plutosaurus."

"Then you have also noticed the change in the nature of Harry's magic.

I guess he didn't destroy his evil self, instead, they became one."

"We talked about his strange physical changes and his nearly perfect magic." "I have a guess. But according to my test, I am afraid it is the fact."

"Is it related to this child?" Riddle's eyes narrowed because of a bad premonition.

"I'm afraid that when he merged with his other self, because of his identity as a living Horcrux, that power underwent some specialization.

Maybe it is also related to the environment of the mirror world.

That child I was talking about just appeared.”

"Then she tonight,

No, not long ago.

She was officially born? In Harry Potter's bed?
How was it born? Childbirth? Is Harry Potter's belly big?" Riddle smiled maliciously.

Although he guessed that this child might be related to him.

But after all, this child was not his.

But Harry Potter.

A wizard.

You know, Harry Potter didn't drink the boy-fertility potion.

It must be very interesting for Harry Potter, who has a male body, to give birth to this child.

"I'm sorry. I'm afraid you'll be disappointed.

Harry didn't give birth to her.

In other words, she was not born through a physical body.

I have checked.

It's more like she was born from an imaginary dimension. It's like a dream."

"Dream?" Riddle's eyes began to sparkle with curiosity, "Will she be like Merlin?
Or was Merlin born in the same way? Legend has it that Merlin is the descendant of Nightmare. "

"Maybe. After all, nightmares have always been a legend.

Maybe they are creatures from the mirror world." Speaking of Merlin, Dumbledore couldn't help but become serious.

But then he raised the corner of his mouth again, "Let's not talk about this for now.

I think you may have guessed it."

Riddle shrugged. "You mean she's my child, too.

No, let me be direct. You mean she is actually the child of Harry Potter and I.

Just like you and Grindelwald.

You are undoubtedly seeking revenge.

Revenge for always teasing you about this.

Are you mocking me for not being able to control my lower body?"

A surprising scene happened.

This was the first time Dumbledore chose not to look into someone's eyes during a conversation.
Instead, he looked at the still steaming coffee.

The tips of his ears also turned pink.

"You guessed it, Tom.

But the most urgent task now is not to talk about me and Gettler again.

The children's affairs are the most important thing now.

Have you thought it through?

Do I need to tell Harry about your relationship with the child?
Harry already knew this was his child.

So did Minerva.

But they all thought the child had no biological mother.

But in fact, you are.”

"My opinion? You want to tie me down? With this child?
Or do you feel the danger from my recent changes?" Riddle sneered.

"No, I also know about the magic you learned from the fat monk.

I'm not worried about your changes.

I just think that children deserve to have a healthy family, and two parents is one of them.”

"Is she talented?"

Dumbledore smiled, knowing that this was Riddle's agreement.

He then said, "Very good. Perhaps she really is another Merlin."

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