I, an emotionally flawed person, seek redemption at Hogwarts

White ceiling.

No. 13 was awakened by a strange cry. He opened his eyes and saw the familiar ceiling. Except for a strange feeling of disharmony.

He immediately realized that something was wrong.

"What is this active life force in the body?"

"……I felt so relaxed. I haven't felt this way for years. Why did my body recover? According to common sense, my body function at that time was not enough to support me to open my eyes next time. Shouldn't I be dead?"

"My hands can move now.·……"Silently moving his hands, No. 13 found that his stiff hands were gradually becoming flexible.

He tried to move his hands and turned his head, and saw a... white and chubby little hand?

No. 13 then realized that he was not lying on a hospital bed, but a baby bed.

"I am a baby now. Have I been reincarnated? Why do I still remember the memories of my past life?"His thoughts calmed down. He decided to take it as it came, even though he still had a lot of doubts in his heart. He needed to calmly adapt to the unknown situation in order to survive.

He looked away from his hand and looked for the source of the cry.

There was also a baby bed connected to his bed, and there was also a baby lying on it.

Sparse brown soft hair covered the child's head, and underneath was a wrinkled little face.

The face was already wrinkled and now it was even more wrinkled when crying.

No. 13 stared silently, observing the behavior of the baby.

He was used to learning through observation and adapting to everything. He knew the importance of imitating normal individuals in a group as an abnormal individual.

As if he had noticed something, the brown-haired child next to him stopped crying and also turned his head to stare at No. 13.

Stare~

The two babies just stared at each other.

In the end, the baby reacted first, giggling, squinting his eyes, opening his mouth, and drooling gradually on his face.

The hand close to No. 13 opened, groped on the bed, and fluttered.

He tried hard to stretch out his chubby little hand.

?

Necessary social methods between children? No. 13 expressed doubt , but still reached out.

~

"……"For a moment, he forgot that he was also a baby.

Looking at his short hands, he had not yet adapted to his new identity.

No. 13 moved his body, and finally reached the other person's hand.

He gently squeezed it, feeling the fragility and softness of the new life.

His ears moved, and No. 13 heard light footsteps behind him, which gradually became louder and closer.

"Two people, slightly faster cadence……"He frowned, unable to hear any more information. This should be the limitation of the newborn's body. It is not fully developed, and the auditory nerves are not that sensitive.

He did not make any more movements, and continued to shake hands with the little guy beside him.

He waited and saw what would happen, and of course, he was more unable to do anything at the moment.

"Chris, I heard your baby girl crying!"A strong and heroic male voice sounded.

"Oh my god, please keep your voice down, your son is still sleeping." Another brighter male voice said helplessly, but more urgently, and pushed open the door.

"English?"As the only language No. 13 knew, he understood the content of the conversation very well.

He reached out and touched his lower body silently.

Well, it seems that I am the son they are talking about.

""Hey~ We're still holding hands!" A big face appeared in No. 13's vision.

He had neat short black hair, slightly curly, healthy bronze skin, and deep black eyes under his heroic sword-like eyebrows, looking at him kindly at this moment. The only flaw was that there were several hideous scars on his deep and three-dimensional facial features. His burly body was pressed on two cribs, and his thick arms were supporting the railings.

"Soldier."No. 13 thought silently.

"Woo Wow!"The little baby holding hands with No. 13 was startled by the sudden"mountain", his eyes turned red, and he successfully cried again.

""Get out of here, damn Hawthorne, I swear, if you scare my daughter to tears again, I will kick your ass with my leather boots!"

I saw a pair of hands pushing the sturdy man away. The slender brown-haired man came over, gently separated the hands of the two children, held the crying little girl in his arms, rocked her slowly, stared at No. 13, and said faintly:"Why is your little pig ready to start digging my little cabbage?"

?

I didn't.

I wonder why I have to defend myself?

""Okay, okay, the ladies are awake, let's take our precious children over quickly." Mr. Hawthorne laughed, touched his head and smiled awkwardly.

Then he picked up No. 13 from the bed and walked out of the room first.

The brown-haired man also followed out with the girl in his arms. The girl in his arms stopped crying and was looking around curiously with her big brown eyes and a big mouth.

Turning her head, she saw No. 13 staring at her, blinking, giggling again, reaching out her hands to grab the air, and drooling on her father.

Not far away, the two turned into another ward. No. 13 saw two women lying weakly on the bed, chatting tiredly in a low voice.

Seeing the two gentlemen coming in with the children, their eyes flashed with joy. They tried to sit up, stretched out their arms, and eagerly wanted to hug their own flesh and blood.

No. 13 was carefully handed over to his wife by Mr. Hawthorne. The woman gently stroked his face, as if afraid of hurting it. The tenderness and joy in her eyes could not stop showing out.

"Hey, I'm the mother." The woman poked No. 13's face gently and said with a silly smile.

Mr. Hawthorne on the side asked the couple on the other side:"Have you decided on the name of your daughter?"

The brown-haired man raised his eyebrows:"Of course, do you think I'm like you? We have already thought about it." Then he looked gently at the two most precious treasures in his life, looked at the woman holding the little girl, and said softly:

"Hermione, Hermione Granger."

Oh, what a nice name, isn't it?" Mr. Hawthorne winked in the direction of number 13.

"Ask me. No. 13 was stunned for a moment, and nodded subconsciously. Halfway through, he realized that it was not good. As a baby, he should not understand what adults said.

Damn, the baby's brain can't think about so many things.

This time it was Mr. Hawthorne who was stunned. He wiped his eyes and stared at No. 13 with wide eyes.

""Hey, hey, hey." No. 13 tried to imitate the guy next door and smiled stiffly.

He had never laughed before, but now he looked like he was crying.

""Strange, am I hallucinating?" Mr. Hawthorne muttered to himself, scratching his head.

Then he picked up No. 13 with a smile, facing the sun, and held him above his head.

"In fact, I have already thought of it! My son, you should be called Glenn, Glenn Hawthorne! My pride!"The sun shines on Mr. Hawthorne's face, and he said happily.

Then No. 13... No, it's Glenn now.

Is this my new code name?

Glenn thought silently.

Then his expression changed.

Here it comes, something is coming!

He screamed with a strange look on his face, trying to turn his body in one direction.

""What's wrong, little Glenn?" However, the giant hand of fate clamped his armpits and fixed him.

Then Glenn's urine spurted out, forming a beautiful rainbow in the sun and sprinkled on Mr. Hawthorne's face.

Mr. Hawthorne was petrified, and Ms. Hawthorne screamed:"Alan! Why did you forget to change Glenn's diaper!"

""I'm sorry, father, I tried my best." Glenn was helpless.

Under the surging urge to urinate, he really couldn't control his young body.

The new day was spent in the laughter of Mr. Granger, the wailing of Mr. Hawthorne and the scolding of Mrs. Hawthorne.

Glenn's new journey also began today.

The end of a legend is the beginning of another legend.

Even if he didn't realize that he was a legend.

But the wheel of fate has begun to roll.