Male Mama

Tom was taken aback by the sudden bluntness, his ears burning slightly. He awkwardly turned his head away, but his tone was incredibly soft. "Okay, I miss you too."

Daphne's smile instantly blossomed into a radiant one, brighter than the sun overhead.

A carriage drove out of the manor and stopped at the gate. Mrs. Greengrass alighted from the carriage, followed by a silver-haired girl.

Tom's gaze fell on the girl, Astoria Greengrass.

Her hair was lighter than Daphne's, almost pure silver, and reached her waist.

Her features are more delicate than Daphne's, presenting a kind of gentle beauty, unlike Daphne's sunny and straightforward nature, but rather like a flower bud about to bloom.

She was wearing a white dress and staring at Daphne with wide eyes and a look of astonishment.

It was as if she was meeting her older sister for the first time; she had probably never seen Daphne so clingy.

Tom stared at her for two seconds. Astoria felt his gaze, and shyly lowered her head, hiding behind her mother.

Mrs. Greengrass smiled. "Lia, didn't you say you wanted to thank Brother Tom in person?"

"Oh dear!" Daphne suddenly remembered her mother and sister, quickly jumped out of Tom's arms, grabbed the silver-haired girl's hand, and excitedly introduced them.

"Tom, this is my sister Astoria. She's been wanting to see you so much. She keeps asking me every day when you're coming to our house."

Astoria peeked out from behind her mother, her face flushed, her voice soft as the wind rustling through the leaves.

"Mr. Riddle, thank you for the Potions. I feel much better now."

"No need to be so polite, just call me Tom," Tom said with a smile.

"Auntie and Daphne both call him that, so it would be too formal for you to call him Mr. Riddle."

Astoria glanced at Daphne, Daphne nodded. Only then did she obediently nod and call out "Tom."

Tom looked her over. Daphne used to always brag to him about how beautiful her sister was, saying that no one in the whole school could compare. Today, he finally saw her in person.

Daphne was beautiful enough on her own; in his mind, only Hermione could rival her. Daphne's noble air was something Hermione couldn't match.

Astoria's features are more delicate and harmonious than Daphne's; in terms of looks alone, perhaps only Phoebe and Gabrielle can rival her.

The Veela's beauty was aggressive and dazzling; Astoria, due to her body and the curse, possessed a delicate and fragile beauty.

She is exactly the kind of obedient and sensible perfect daughter that everyone fantasizes about.

Daphne took Astoria's hand. "Let's go inside and talk. It's chilly outside."

Before they even got on the carriage, Daphne and Usachi were already arguing.

Usachi popped out of Tom's pocket, curiously looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings.

Daphne's eyes widened when she saw Usachi. "What is that?"

"Usachi, my pet." Tom took Usachi out of his pocket and held him in his hand.

Usachi twisted his body and stuck his tongue out at Daphne.

Daphne's face changed. "It... it vomited on me?"

"It greets you."

Who sticks their tongue out when they greet someone?

Daphne always clings to Tom's arm, and she keeps bumping into Usachi's sleeping pocket; the little guy has a bad temper when he wakes up.

Daphne had Tom's scent on her, even stronger than Hermione's, and Usachi couldn't bring himself to use excessive force.

They can only make a token fuss, like a cat playing with a mouse.

Usachi had somehow climbed onto Daphne's shoulder, wrapped his tail around her hair, and gave it a gentle tug.

Usachi ripped off the crystal hair ornament from her head, instantly turning her meticulously styled princess-style frizzy hair into a mess.

Usachi had already jumped back into Tom's arms, sticking his tongue out at Daphne defiantly, "Serves you right for squeezing me!"

Daphne stomped her foot in anger, while Astoria covered her mouth and laughed.

Tom ruffled Usachi's hair. "Don't bully your sister."

Usachi squinted and made gurgling sounds, it was unclear whether he understood or not.

In just half a month, Usachi's body length increased by more than half a meter from its original loach-like size.

Tom had all his pockets enchanted with Undetectable Extension Charm, otherwise there wouldn't have been enough room for the "little black snake."

She became increasingly picky about food; she got tired of dragon meat and started to complain about its taste.

Tom tried several different kinds of dragon meat: Hungarian Horntail, Welsh Green, and Swedish Short-Snout, but Usachi only smelled them and refused to eat them.

Andros suddenly remembered something. "Rayquaza is a legendary Pokémon that lives in the atmosphere and can absorb the energy of meteorites to grow stronger."

Tom paused, stunned. "A meteorite?"

"Yes, meteorites contain special minerals and energy, which are their main food source."

"She didn't refuse when you fed her dragon meat before because she was growing and needed a lot of protein."

"Now that her body has grown enough, she's starting to want to eat regular meals."

Tom rubbed his temples. Where could he find a meteorite? Buy one? They were ridiculously expensive.

Stealing? There are some in museums, but those are exhibits, not cabbages in the market.

He ultimately resorted to the "zero-dollar purchase" approach, transforming into Michael under the cover of night and using the Disillusionment Charm to infiltrate the meteorite storage facilities of several museums and research labs.

But Usachi's appetite kept growing, Tom felt like he wasn't the master anymore, but a male mother.

Fortunately, Usachi is very well-behaved. Every time he finishes eating the meteorite, he rubs his head against Tom's hand and then curls up in his arms to fall asleep.

Seeing her satisfied expression, Tom felt it was all worthwhile.

The carriage looked small, but its interior had been enchanted with Undetectable Extension Charm, making it a full fifty or sixty square meters.

The room was fully furnished with a sofa and coffee table, and several vintage oil paintings hung on the wall, while various snacks were laid out on the table.

As soon as they got in the car, Daphne busied herself serving Tom and his sister desserts, acting like a little housekeeper.

Tom leaned back on the sofa, watching the scenery slowly recede outside the window.

Mrs. Greengrass sat opposite her, holding a cup of black tea, her posture as elegant as a figure in a painting.

"It's still early, let me take you on a tour of the manor first, so you can get familiar with your future living environment."

She said "later," not "these few days," clearly indicating that she considered Tom as family.

Tom noticed, but didn't respond. Daphne's ears turned slightly red.

Astoria sat beside her, occasionally glancing up at Tom before quickly looking down again.

Mrs. Greengrass was helpless; her daughter's heart was already tied to Tom.

Judging from this situation, given Tom's doting on Daphne, the two are destined to be inseparable, and Greengrass Manor will eventually become Tom's home.