Child's Mother: Got It

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This is a strange room.

Various conflicting elements come together in this little house.

The holy cross and the serpent that preys on its victims;

Antique ornaments and trendy technological gadgets;

The Bible, intended to guide people towards goodness, and firearms filled with the smell of gunpowder.

It appears that several people live in this house—a devout priest, a devilish follower mingling in the underworld, an archaeologist immersed in the past, a cutting-edge high-tech enthusiast, and a Western cowboy skilled in gourmet iaido.

It has absolutely nothing to do with the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts.

But in fact,

This room belongs to the current Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor.

Tom Riddle,

One-seventh of Voldemort

The Diary Horcrux materializes.

He is a handsome young man who is not yet nineteen years old in the actual sense.

The traces of the previous professor, Quirrell, have disappeared.

When Quirrell cried to Voldemort and was punished by losing control of his bladder,

The full-length mirror opposite has been replaced by a lifelike snake sculpture that coils around the wall.

Normally, according to his usual routine, Riddle should be resting in this room right now.

It's Tuesday, January 25th.

It wasn't a day for me to pray and rest in Chamber of Secrets on Saturdays and Sundays.

But today, at this time of day.

As the serpentine sculpture began to writhe, a circular door appeared, and Riddle, dressed in a black robe, stepped out.

He pulled out his wand and waved it casually a few times.

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

The door behind it seemed to be swallowed by the snake's mouth as it writhed in the opposite direction from the snake sculpture.

After the empty kettle was suddenly filled with steaming hot coffee,

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

The empty plate now has a few more pieces of bread.

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

Then, the door opened automatically with a click.

The visitor was Dumbledore.

He looked around the room with great interest.

He quickly walked to the wooden table and sat down.

"You're happy?" Riddle raised an eyebrow.

In half an hour,

Before he received Dumbledore's letter

He is still resting in this room.

After receiving the letter, he went to Chamber of Secrets through the newly built secret passage (after all, it was too impolite to always go to the girls' restroom).

After praying for a while.

He returned to his room before the agreed time arrived.

And everything was arranged.

And from Dumbledore's light steps and the undisguised smile on his lips...

Every single one of them was Dumbledore trying to tell him through body language, "I am happy."

Riddle unconsciously stroked his wand, wondering what news could have caused Dumbledore lose his composure like this.

This explains why Dumbledore has such a strong desire to share.

Could it be that Dumbledore and Grindelwald had a child?

Still very healthy?

"It has something to do with a child who suddenly appeared." Dumbledore's smile widened.

"Congratulations! Whose last name will you take? Dumbledore or Grindelwald?" Riddle raised his coffee cup and clinked glasses with it.

Dumbledore speechless. "I think you've misunderstood."

It's not that child.

Instead, it was a child who appeared directly in Harry's bed.

It was just born a short time ago.

"Oh, just born? Why are you looking for me?"

"Wait a minute," Riddle seemed to have thought of something and rubbed his temples, "Could it be related to 'me'?"

Are they experimental subjects left behind by 'me' from before?

Born at this time, arriving at Hogwarts through Harry's identity as 'my' Horcrux?

"That's one way to understand it. But she wasn't an experiment."

It's a coincidence. You've probably heard of the Mirror World.

"Of course, I have personally witnessed the majestic monster that Harry Potter summoned— the Nether Dragon."

"Then you also noticed the change in Harry's magical properties, right?"

He estimated that he hadn't destroyed his evil self; rather, they had merged into one.

"We've talked about his strange physical transformations and his near-perfect magic."

"I have a guess. But based on my tests, it's probably true."

"Is it related to this child?" Riddle's eyes narrowed slightly, a bad feeling creeping in.

"Perhaps, when he merged with his other self, his identity as a Horcrux caused that power to undergo some kind of specialization."

It may also be related to the environment of the Mirror World.

The child I mentioned just appeared.

"And then tonight,"

No, just recently,

She was officially born? In Harry Potter's bed?

How was he born? Childbirth? Is Harry Potter's belly big yet?"Riddle grinned maliciously.

Although he suspected that the child might also be related to him.

But ultimately, the child was not his.

It's Harry Potter.

A male wizard.

It's important to know that Harry Potter didn't drink Male-Male Pregnancy Potion.

Harry Potter, with a male body, must have had a very interesting experience giving birth to this child.

"I'm sorry, you're probably going to be disappointed."

Harry did not give birth to her.

Or rather, she was not born through a physical body in the material world.

I have checked it.

She seemed to have been born from a non-existent dimension. Like a dream.

"A dream?" Riddle's eyes began to gleam with curiosity. "Could she be like Merlin?"

Or was Merlin born in the same way? Legend has it that Merlin is a descendant of nightmares.

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

"Perhaps they are beings from the Mirror World." Dumbledore couldn't help but become serious when Merlin was mentioned.

But then he smirked, "Let's not talk about that yet."

I think you've probably already guessed it.

Riddle shrugged. "You mean she's also my child, right?"

No, to put it bluntly, you mean she's actually the child I had with Harry Potter, right?

Just like you and Grindelwald.

There is no doubt that you are seeking revenge.

You're getting revenge on me for always making fun of you about this.

"Is he mocking you for not being able to control your lower body?"

An astonishing scene unfolded.

For the first time, Dumbledore did not choose to look others in the eye during a conversation.

Instead, he looked at the still-steaming coffee.

The tips of his ears also turned pink.

"You guessed right, Tom."

However, the most pressing matter right now is not to talk about me and Gellert again.

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

Minerva too.

But they all assumed that the child had no biological mother.

But in fact, that is you.

"My opinion? You want to tie me down? With this child?"

"Or is it that my recent changes have made you feel threatened?" Riddle sneered.

"No, I've also looked into the magic you learned from the Fat Friar."

I am not worried about your changes.

I simply believe that children should have a complete family, and both parents are one of those components.

Is she exceptionally talented?

Dumbledore smiled; he knew that Riddle had agreed.

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

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