Harry, She's Your Child, Isn't She?

Time: 5 a. m.

The Ravenclaw Common Room was usually pitch black, was now brightly lit.

Penelope, as Prefect and student council president, has written to the professors on patrol tonight and has taken on the responsibility of organizing the order.

So the students just whispered among themselves behind the archway leading to the lounge.

He would glance toward the lounge area from time to time.

However, there were some students in the lounge.

Because of the location where the baby was born

And Harry's words,

In addition, the professors all knew Harry was unusual.

He was able to sit on the sofa in front of the relit fireplace, holding his child.

Ginny, using her status as Harry's fiancée, helped him soothe the children.

Professor McGonagall arrived first.

She rushed over without even changing her clothes.

Wearing a checkered morning robe and a hairnet, his usually stern face was now filled with anxiety.

"Where's the child? What's going on?" She looked at Harry and the child in her arms as soon as she came in.

"This—" Harry was about to say something.

But Professor McGonagall quickly stopped her, saying, "Don't talk about children here."

She glanced at the students behind the archway, then said to Penelope, "Well done!"

She paused for a few seconds.

It seems like he was internally complaining.

If it were Gryffindor instead, would Percy be able to control those mischievous monkeys?

A few words squeezed out from his pursed lips, "Ravenclaw 10 points!"

This is not because she is stingy with her scores.

Rather, it's because of this semester, because of Harry, and because of the three classes every Saturday, that Ravenclaw's grades have surged ahead.

They are already 150 points behind Slytherin, who are in second place.

Not to mention Gryffindor, who came in third.

Professor McGonagall frowned at this thought.

Harry seemed to think Professor McGonagall was a little angry, so he quickly straightened up.

However, he witnessed something he had never seen before.

When Professor McGonagall looked at the child, her brows relaxed and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

That slight smile was the finishing touch; she seemed to have become decades younger, and the net of justice above her head seemed to have automatically loosened.

Harry and Ginny stared in disbelief at the scene.

They had seen Professor McGonagall smile before.

They laughed at scenes like Slytherin's defeat in a Quidditch match during their engagement party.

But this is the first time I've seen someone with such a kind and gentle expression.

Seemingly afraid of waking the child, she looked up and said softly to Harry, "Go to my study. Dumbledore is waiting for you there."

She waved her wand.

Harry cut it from the blanket.

The blanket that was meant to swaddle the baby suddenly swelled up.

The baby was wrapped up completely except for his face.

It's also become much thicker.

Two strips of cloth even grew out, extending to the back of Harry's neck and being tied securely.

"Take the child with you." After saying that, she turned to look at Ginny, "As for you, Ginny, go to sleep."

It seems that Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration just now made the blankets have excellent soundproofing properties.

She walked to the archway and said sternly, "And you all, get back to bed! Don't you have classes tomorrow morning?"

So, Ginny reluctantly walked towards the dormitory, while Penelope led the excited students back to their dormitories.

Professor McGonagall, who was in the common room, walked out of the common room shoulder to shoulder with Harry.

After descending the spiral staircase, Filch and his cat, Mrs. Norris, were waiting below.

However, unlike in the past...

Filch didn't carry an oil lamp; instead, he held up his brand-new elm wand and used Lighting Charm to drive away the darkness.

After gaining the ability to use magic, Filch never missed any opportunity to cast spells.

"Is this the child?" Filch's old face softened considerably, and his voice unconsciously lowered.

Mrs. Norris stopped her hoarse voice and meowing incessantly.

"You can continue your patrol, Argus."

"I'll take Harry and the boy to my study," Professor McGonagall instructed.

Filch nodded, and he and Mrs. Norris disappeared into the darkness.

On the way to the study, Professor McGonagall spoke up, "Harry, can you tell me now how this child came to be?"

"I—" Harry swallowed hard.

For some reason, he had a strange feeling of blood connection with this child.

If he was telling the truth.

Will Professor McGonagall and the others still treat this child so kindly?

The child's parents are notorious Death Eaters.

Professor McGonagall is also a member of the Order of the Phoenix.

Many of her friends and teammates died at the hands of Death Eaters.

And Neville,

If he knew that the child's mother and father were the same criminals who had driven his parents insane for so long,

Will he still be as kind as he was when he saw her in the dormitory?

Harry wasn't sure.

He even had an urge to keep everything a secret.

He hoped that the child could escape her sinful parents and grow up happily, loved by those around her.

Instead of being met with the cold stares or hatred of others.

"I don't know. She seems to have Apparition," Harry said.

Because of Harry's ability to lie, Professor McGonagall didn't notice a single mistake when he decided to lie.

Instead, she subconsciously believed Harry's words.

"Such a small child? What's going on?" Professor McGonagall's nostrils flared slightly in surprise.

However, she wasn't surprised for long.

Because we've arrived at the study.

Inside the study, Dumbledore up to greet him.

Three minutes later

Dumbledore, having learned of the consequences from Professor McGonagall, sighed.

Those azure eyes carefully examined the baby hanging on Harry's chest through the Half-moon Spectacles.

His eyes seemed to see through everything.

Harry thought this subconsciously.

Because he noticed that Dumbledore's gaze seemed to have shifted from the baby's face to him.

Harry wished Dumbledore didn't know too much about Britain's famous Pure-blood families.

In the dream, Rodolphus said that she had strong masseter muscles that only Lestrange had.

How terrible it would be if Dumbledore figured it out.

"Harry, is he your child?" Dumbledore said.

He looked somewhat surprised, but his words were full of confidence in his judgment.

"She's not—" Harry was stunned. "What did you say?"

Professor McGonagall quickly raised a question, "Albus you're not wrong?"

Harry simply didn't have time.

He had always been at Hogwarts, and before that, he had lived in the Burrow and Black Family Manor.

"He couldn't have given birth to this child all by himself!"

Dumbledore did not immediately answer their questions. "This child is very special. It was definitely not a normal birth."

From my observation, she seems to be only 5 or 6 months old.

But she was born healthy.

There is no difference between them and full-term babies.

As for her father, it can only be Harry.

Only the father and daughter can explain the blood ties between them.

As for the time,

Based on my observation of the children's time

Going forward,

Didn't Harry visit that wondrous Mirror World during that time?

This child may have come about in this way.