Harry Potter was born on July 31, 1980, while Opal was born on October 9, 1980.

However, on the night of October 26, 1981, the two men encountered Voldemort at the same time and were "marked". The difference is that Harry's mother gave him a loving guard, while Opal's mother carried her through space.

In other words, both Harry and Opal were already 1 year old at this time, and they could crawl all over the ground and start learning to speak.

By the way, born on October 9, he is positive, resolute, calm and adventurous; Sensitive, artistically talented; Knowledgeable and able to guide others; Quite influential, able to infect others. The advantage is that it is versatile and capable; Observant, inspired, and quick to act. The disadvantage is that the mood changes greatly, and I often feel contradictions and conflicts in my heart.

PS: Dare to grasp V University for intensive training of baby courses, can Vivian be able to V5 a little more? Pounding the wall and laughing wildly

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Final PS: Happy birthday to myself, huh

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Holy Grail 5 (Reverse): Start over.

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Forbidden Forest: Centaur Station

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Because he was indeed curious about the so-called "Son of Gaia", Riddle simply stepped forward, stretched out his hand and unceremoniously grabbed the back of the other man's clothes, and picked up the smaller baby as if he were carrying something. (Amayin: This is an absolutely wrong way to hold a child, and if it weren't for the jumpsuit that Opal was wearing, he would probably be suffocated by the collar.) ）

As if he hadn't reacted yet, the baby's thin limbs scratched in the air, but soon he gradually stopped struggling, but his little head moved, as if looking for the reason why something was wrong with him.

Riddle, who vaguely felt that something was not right, raised his eyebrows again, and made a slight effort in his hand to turn the baby to face him.

Then, in some astonishment, he met a pair of red eyes.

It was a completely different kind of blood-red from the blood-red of his eyes after gaining the power of darkness, and a different kind of red—Riddle admitted, this was the first time he knew that red eyes could also give people the slightest oppressive feeling of darkness and blood.

Clean and transparent, like a transparent crystal dyed by the sunset, pure without a trace of impurities.

It's like...... eyes the same.

Hey? Like what?

There was a slight abrupt moment in his mind, and Riddle frowned at the loss of part of his memory, but as before, he felt a headache once he went deeper, so he had to give up again.

Forget it, it should be an inconsequential thing anyway...... Probably.

And the baby who was being carried by Riddle at this moment seemed to move uncomfortably because he felt that the clothes under his chest were making him uncomfortable, but the red eyes that were staring at Riddle were full of obvious curiosity.

…… And so it was......

It wasn't until this point that Riddle was sure what was wrong with the previous feeling.

It's so quiet.

Just, is it possible? If I'm not mistaken, this baby must be the so-called "Son of Gaia", right?

Glancing at the baby who had stretched out his little hand towards him with some confusion, Riddle had already subconsciously withdrawn his hand, letting the baby who seemed to be wobbly in his hand because of the start of the movement fall into his arms.

Although when he was in the secret realm of the lake, he had already been trained by the witch to raise babies on the grounds of "not losing the face of the Qi clan", but Riddle, who was obviously a little clumsy with a baby in his arms at the moment, still deeply recognized the real gap between theory and practice. (Tianyin: Hold your forehead, can Riddle's image of a young man collapse a little more?) ）

Then, he saw the baby rubbing in his arms, and after spontaneously adjusting to a comfortable position, he showed him a big (silent) smile.

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It's strange, it's just a smile, there is no Confusion Charm, no Imperius Charm, and no Enchantment Charm, why does it make him feel ...... A little warm in your heart?

Slightly stunned, but the strange feeling was immediately thrown out of Riddle's mind - after all, he had something to confirm first.

Carefully shifting the baby's weight to his left arm, Riddle raised his right hand, his fingertips tentatively touched the baby's throat, and with a slight magic force, he quickly returned the message - the child's vocal cords were congenitally defective.

The son of Gaia, who can't speak?

Recalling the information he had seen in ancient texts, Riddle remembered that the previous sons of Gaia, who had descended as the Qi tribe, all had beautiful singing voices that were not inferior to those of the merfolk of the deep sea, not to mention the sons of Gaia, who themselves came as merfolk people.

I didn't expect that this time, the son of Gaia, who came as a human being, would be a ...... Mute?

It's so thick that you can't help but want to smile.

A taunt flashed in his blue eyes, and the corners of his lips rose slightly, and Riddle's fingertips moved up to the baby's forehead, ready to test the baby's magical powers, but he paused after brushing the baby's forehead.

Lightning-shaped scar, left forehead.

Almost immediately, Riddle remembered another scar of the same shape and location - on a baby boy.

['Lightning'.] Voldemort, that will change the rest of your life. 】

It has to be said that this is an interesting coincidence.

Remembering the moment when he almost collapsed his body, Riddle's blue eyes narrowed slightly, and the tips of his fingers tentatively touched the scar again.

The blue eyes suddenly widened.

There was no expected pain, but from the place where the scar touched, there was an unexpected feeling of comfort - a magical resonance!

What's going on?

Why does this son of Gaia have the same magic as him?!

You must know that magic comes from the soul and body, which is simply the identification mark of a wizard, and even a wizard who is a twin cannot have a completely homologous magic - looking at the entire wizarding world, the existence of a homologous magic owner can be described as "rare".

And even if this situation really exists, it is estimated that another wizard with the same magic power will manage to kill it, and then devour the other party's magic power to gain more power, right?

It seemed that the feeling of comfort had also infected the baby, and the red eyes, which were as clean as the finest pigeon's blood rubies, narrowed slightly, revealing a look that was close to trance and pleasure.

Although it was only a simple test, Riddle could also feel the surging magic contained in the baby in front of him - maybe this was the talent or privilege that belonged to the "Son of Gaia"?

[I can guarantee that you will get an unexpected reward.] 】

The blue eyes darkened slightly.

Could this be the witch's so-called windfall?

If he killed the son of Gaia and obtained the magic in her body, the curse that now bound his body would be useless to him - if he could recover the scattered dark powers......

No, he can't do it in this sensitive time now.

Shaking his head slightly, Riddle used his reason to suppress the tantalizing thought that had come to mind.

If it's the same mana......

Riddle put the baby back on the ground, then took a step sideways, lowered his wand and put it into the baby's hand, watching her subconsciously hold it.

With the baby's subconscious wave, the other end of the wand held by her, a silver light flashed, and a warm wind with a faint phoenix chirp sounded.

This is a sign that the wand is "in tune" with the magic power.

Picking the baby up again and retracting his wand, Riddle looked at the baby in his arms with a little amusement, and narrowed his eyes as if he felt comfortable, as well-behaved and quiet as a pet who trusted his master.

Trust? Hmph, boring stuff.

[Either way, you should consider this an opportunity to start over.] 】

Do you want to start over?

A hint of cruelty and calculation flashed in his blue eyes.

In any case, for him who has not yet recovered his strength, this is indeed good news.

====================I'm the dividing line =================== switch perspectives

In this world, there is probably nothing more depressing than being a high school graduate before closing your eyes, and becoming a baby girl of more than a year old when you open your eyes, right?

If it weren't for his physical condition, Opal really wanted to vent his frustration by screaming at the moment.

The mysterious tent astrology house, the mysterious tent owner, and the reversed big Alcana tarot card "Death", and another card that he didn't have time to turn over......

[Rebirth.] 】

Actually, this is a crossing at all, right?

Looking at the creatures that often surround her—forgive her for using that word, after all, species with the upper body of a human and the lower half of a horse can't be called "human"—Opal's first reaction was that he had probably traveled into some fantasy world based on the rules of the Western DND.

Although he had immediately confirmed that his species was still "human" - at least in appearance, Opal still found it somewhat unbelievable.

After all, even a human being can't hear a completely unfamiliar language and its brain automatically translate it into what she can understand, right?

What's more, I don't know if it's a special condition of this body, although she can't make a sound, but as long as her mood fluctuates a lot, the creatures around her always seem to be able to sense her needs in the first time, so as to reach her side immediately.

Everything......

- A sign of "alienation".

Tsk, it's noisy!

Twisting his eyebrows slightly, Opal took a deep breath, and finally managed to control his emotions as before.

Although they are different creatures, you can really feel the kind of care and love they have for her without any pretense, which is something that she could not have hoped for after her grandfather's death in the past.

Therefore, you should not let your negative emotions infect the people around you and make them worry about it.

-- Hypocritical and boring thoughts, but also the essence of "human beings" is this, even if they are not happy, they have to disguise themselves in order to get more.

Do you really hate humans that much?

-- Of course, because human beings' sins against "us" can never be washed away.

Then why did you come into contact with me again?

-- It's your responsibility.

Liability?

――……

There seemed to be some voice in my heart with a cold snort and disdain, a small and fragmented sound, with criticism and disgust, but there was no malice. It seems that it is simply stating certain facts.

Lying in a cradle bed made of naturally growing branches of magical willow trees, Opal reached over to help her block most of the sun-stimulating willow branches in a daze.

No matter if, although she knows that her current identity is just a little more than a year old, she really can't do it if she is a person who is about to graduate from high school, like a real baby, except for eating, drinking, and sleeping all day long. 7

――Is that really your memory?

Hey?

――High school graduates or something, that's the memory of "Situ Lingran". Now you are Opal Yunic Snape instead of Situ Lingran.

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It's not that he doesn't understand what the voice is trying to say, but Opal still thinks that no matter what, since he already has that memory, he must give something back anyway, right?

-- Hypocrisy.

No, it's just a matter of principle.

The voice disappeared again, and I don't know when it will reappear, but it would be nice to know that "it" really exists, isn't it?

Opening his eyes again, Opal staggered to his feet, trying to move.

[Need to be served?] His Royal Highness, Son of Gaia. ]

The voice that suddenly rang in her head made Opal stunned for a moment, and then it was the magic willow wood under her who spoke.

[Well, I want to go down, can I?] ]

Pressing his hand to the willow branch beside him, Opal conveyed his thoughts.

As long as you come into contact with them, you can communicate with and be respected by all plants, especially magic plants - this is the ability that Opal has discovered so far, and Opal has not dared to try it because of the humanoids, for fear of scaring others.

Or rather, the fear of being seen as an alienated outlier.

[My pleasure.] ]

Gently responding to such thoughts, the branches that had formed a cradle around her gently and slowly descended, allowing Opal to touch the ground without much effort.

[Thank you.] ]

[You're welcome, it's an honor to serve His Royal Highness, Son of Gaia.] ]

The enthusiastic but steady response made Opal sweat profusely at the back of her head - either way, she still found it a little difficult to accept that she would get such one-sided respect when she was bothering others.

While it would be hard to avoid centaurs who would treat her like a fragile glass object, it was easy for Opal to sneak out as a baby under the cover of a magical plant.

She was crawling along the path vacated for her by the magic bushes while admiring the surrounding scenery, but she was picked up by an external force.

She moved her limbs in vain, then gave up the struggle, and then her body was turned, and Opal tilted her head in some consternation—it was ...... who had grabbed her A human?

Although he wore a wide black cloak that almost enveloped the whole person, the hood that was turned over revealed a handsome and youthful face.

Although his handsome features had a depth peculiar to Europeans and Americans, this man had black hair like black jade—and that alone made Opal feel a little fond of him—and it seemed strange why a baby appeared here with a sword eyebrow slightly raised, and below it was a pair of eyes that were slightly raised, like the blue of the sky overhead.

In any case, the person in front of him is indeed a "human".

Shakily reaching out to him, and then sensing that the man seemed a little flustered and clumsily trying to hold her, Opal grinned and gave him a big smile.

Something seemed to flash through the man's eyes, and then he carefully adjusted his posture, and after tapping her throat with his right hand, he brushed her hair, and then seemed to pause at what he saw, and then a feeling of comfort that she had unexpected swept through her from the place he touched on her forehead.

Warm, with the purest intimacy and touching.

and the warm feeling of "home" that disappeared after her grandfather's death made her almost have the urge to cry.

Nostalgic comfort and trance.

[As long as it is what I want, can you help me?] 】

[No, it's just what you want the most.] 】

The most wanted thing...... Got it?