A Fine Show

Eileen Prince Snape!

Harry stood frozen when he saw the name.

Only after a long while did he reach out and touch the gilded letters on the crib.

"The traces of magic are very fresh, from quite recently.

That means..." Harry immediately guessed that the girl had been born recently.

Combined with the size of the crib, the magical traces made it obvious.

But he was not surprised for long.

After the surprise faded, he recalled the sensation of being scanned by X-rays when he had first entered the room.

But after a portion of the magic in his heart responded,

the sensation vanished.

That was the magic of his mother's love, born from her sacrifice for him.

In a manner of speaking, it was his mother's magic.

The estate's detection spell had overlooked him because of that magic.

It had not triggered any alarms, attacks, or similar spells.

Harry's face immediately darkened.

His mother really had spent the night here.

And the long black hairs on the pillow undoubtedly revealed something.

If he had not personally resurrected his mother in April,

he might even have thought this child was his mother's.

But considering where the crib had been placed, along with the name,

Harry understood at once.

This was probably a child Snape had adopted.

"How insidious. He actually wants to use a child to tie down my mother!" Harry snorted unhappily.

What made him even more anxious was that Snape's move seemed to be working.

These past few days, his mother's attention really had shifted away from him and Meiling.

Thinking of the book he had seen in his mother's hands last time, Excellent Wizards Start with Names,

the child's name was probably chosen by his mother as well.

Harry looked at the pacifier-shaped Portkey and picked it