Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could a Little Hufflepuff Have?

"Waaah..."

Snape, who had been dozing with his head on the table, immediately lifted his head.

He looked toward Little Lily, who was lying in the small bed.

By then, Mrs. Marian had already deftly changed Little Lily's urine-soaked diaper.

"Milk," she said after finishing.

"Oh..."

Snape hurriedly took out a bottle of warm milk from the magical Incubator nearby.

If any of his fellow Death Eaters saw Snape obeying a Muggle so readily,

they would surely be quite surprised...

Mrs. Marian accepted it with a smile.

"How is it? Feeling like it's hard work?"

"It's alright," Snape said.

Staying up all night researching Potions had always been routine for him.

But staying awake while constantly watching over a child's warmth and comfort made him feel as though he could barely hold on.

Fortunately, with the help of the Invigoration Draught, Snape did not feel overly exhausted.

He looked admiringly at Mrs. Marian, who remained perfectly composed.

This woman had not taken any Invigoration Draught.

Snape could tell that she was somewhat tired,

but he did not see the slightest trace of impatience on her face.

It was as though the child she was caring for was her own.

The small prejudice Snape had held against Mrs. Marian for being a Muggle gradually faded because of this.

He took out a bottle of Invigoration Draught and handed it to her.

"Drink this, and you won't feel so sleepy."

It was not that he did not want to handle everything himself and let Mrs. Marian sleep.

It was simply that he still could not manage everything alone...

"Alright, thank you. You don't need to worry about me. You know, older people sleep lightly. We don't need that much sleep."

Mrs. Marian placed the Potion bottle on the table beside her.

Then