"I'm not pregnant at all!" As soon as Sirius woke up, he stood on the bed and shouted hysterically.

The two healers could only stand on opposite sides of the bed, trying to persuade him to sit down and prevent him from having an accident, and as for his wand, it was obvious that it had been confiscated again, otherwise he would have thrown all the people in the room out of the room.

"It's prenatal depression." The silver-haired master therapist stood at the door of the room and sternly explained to Dumbledore, Snape, and Lupin, "The pregnant man doesn't believe he can get pregnant, so he falls into hysteria when stimulated. ”

"You're fucking suffering from prenatal depression!" Sirius was so angry that he threw a pillow over, and Snape was used to using magic to stop it in mid-air.

"My mother had prenatal depression when she gave birth to my sister, and this disease requires very careful care, and it is better not to use magic around the patient, because it can easily stimulate the nerves of the pregnant man and visualize the development of the fetus." The master therapist, who was in his thirties, raised his glasses and glared at Snape in displeasure.

Seeing the always ruthless Potions Professor obediently drop his wand and let the pillow fall to the ground, Sirius couldn't help but have a sense of foreboding.

"You say I'm pregnant, so why don't I notice anything unusual?" Sirius asked loudly, his voice still bohemian, but his momentum softened by three points.

"Men are different from women, women only need to get pregnant for ten months, but men don't stop, because men must first adjust their body structure and arrange a room for their children in the early stages of pregnancy before they can conceive."

"It depends on the person, it can be as long as three months or as short as a month, so it's completely normal for you to not notice anything unusual now."

The master healer raised his glasses again, stared at Sirius, and commanded:

"Now, sit down, lest the child in your belly be jumped out of your belly."

Sirius twitched the corners of her mouth. Seeing the pleading look in Lupin's eyes, he reluctantly sat down on the bed.

"Lady Derwent, how long is he pregnant now?" Lupin asked the Ravenclaw senpai with a worried expression.

"The specifics are not clear, some tests must be done to be sure, and these inspections must be carried out with Mr. Black's cooperation, so, please be honest!" The silver-haired therapist glared at Sirius viciously and lifted her glasses again. "I guess you don't want anything to happen to the fetus in your womb!"

Sirius had no choice but to honestly shrink the thought of blowing up his hair again, and left it at the mercy of the two healers next to him.

"Evelyn, you should know that Sirius' current situation is a bit special, and we don't want to affect the other patients of St. Mungo, so," Dumbledore blinked and pleaded, "can you help us rearrange the room?" ”

"Absolutely, Headmaster." Known as Evelyn. Devonte's master therapist finally stopped raising his hands and raised his glasses, and his expression relaxed. "To be honest, St. Mungo's main focus is on healing magical damage, and he is not particularly good at obstetrics, for the safety of children. You still need to look for experts in this area. ”

"Thanks for the reminder!" Dumbledore replied gratefully.

"You're welcome." Evelyn. Devonte smiled and agreed, and then left with the two therapists who had completed the initial examination.

"Honestly, am I pregnant?" As soon as the outsiders left, Sirius asked viciously.

"I just wanted to put on a show. I didn't know that the fake show actually came true. Dumbledore reluctantly found a chair to sit down.

"That is—" Sirius stroked his belly in shock.

"Congratulations! Won the lottery! Snape said displeased, remembering how complicated Catherine's face was when she heard the news.

"How is this possible!" Sirius exclaimed and looked at her boyfriend. Lupin smiled and comforted him in his arms.

"This 'dream lover' I specially made combines the functions of the birth potion." Snape was angry enough to educate the three Gryffindors about potions.

"Severus! You don't mean to say that I'm going to have a check-up too, right? Lupin asked suddenly, and Dumbledore's somewhat sluggish spirit suddenly perked.

"Isn't Sirius a fixed recipient?" Dumbledore's question made Sirius and Lupin blush, "In that case," the old headmaster continued with a smile, "Remus really needs to follow along." ”

Lupin's head suddenly drooped to his chest, and Sirius couldn't help but reach out and touch his partner's belly, but was slapped off unhappily by Professor DA.

"Boring!" Seeing the two "brutes" who loved each other, Snape simply threw up his sleeves and left.

Dumbledore yawned and began to close his eyes, he was already over a hundred years old, he could no longer stay up all night and still be able to bounce like a young man, he just wanted to lie in bed now, but unfortunately he couldn't.

Since it was already two o'clock in the middle of the night, Dumbledore didn't want to be a bad guy who disturbed people's dreams, so he didn't call in help, and since the guards were not in place, and Snape refused to stay, he could only stay here and take a nap secretly.

Seeing that Dumbledore was so tired, Sirius and Lupin hurriedly lowered their voices, but the sudden good news still made the two very excited until dawn quietly came.

Catherine also didn't sleep all night, and although she was escorted back to her dorm by Professor McGonagall after Lupin left, she couldn't sleep at all.

Sirius's pregnancy stimulated her a lot, and if it weren't for the security of 12 Kliman Square that she needed to arrange, and Lupin also needed to be told by her, she would probably be stunned all the time, and the lack of a familiar support around her made her mind keep rolling those bad memories.

During an unexpected trip to the underworld in Egypt last August, Catherine fell into the River Styx and drained the Yellow Spring of the River Styx for self-protection, but also purified the underworld.

After receiving the punishment, the original sinful soul will eventually be thrown into the River Styx to wash away the memories of the past life before they can be reincarnated.

But in this long process, there are some powerful souls who have secretly escaped from the River Styx and wandered around the underworld, and the underworld is understaffed, so it can only focus on hunting down those who do evil.

Catherine's unintentional actions helped Hades a lot, so Anubis, out of gratitude, agreed to ask her three questions.

"Since I am a dead man, is there a future?" This is Catherine's first question, and Anubis answers it this way:

"The moment the soul's life stops, the journey in the mortal world is over, but since you can still stay in the mortal world, in your body, then your future is no longer determined by Hades."

"Do I have a baby?" The reason why Catherine asked such a question was related to Salazar's plan to deal with the fragments of souls.

"Yes, there is more than one, but none of them are your blood relatives." Anubis stared at Catherine for a moment before replying in surprise, "To be honest, it's a very strange thing that a dead soul like you can have such a close relationship with other living souls. ”

The last question, Catherine hesitated for a long time before she spoke: "I would like to ask if another person has any children, his name is Severus. Snape. ”

Anubis looked up at the sky for a moment, then at the River Styx, which had dried up, and replied, "He has a daughter, his own daughter." ”

Catherine let out a long sigh silently, then smiled again and asked, "Can I pick a gift for her?" ”

Anubis nodded, and Catherine took the largest soul bead in the dry River Styx in her hand, and when she saw this, a smile suddenly flashed on the face of the guardian of the underworld, which had always been rigid.

And that soul bead was the fist-sized white bead that Catherine had taken away in advance when she delivered the soul bead, and she was holding it in her arms at this time.

It was precisely because she knew that Snape would have a biological daughter, but none of her children were her blood relatives, that Catherine hid that love.

After leaving Prince Manor, Catherine discovers that the net she found before the Easter holidays was actually Snape's hand.

Catherine didn't understand the Potions Professor's intentions, but her instincts were still warning her, so she deliberately distanced herself from Snape under the pretext that final exams were approaching, but the soul fragment in the locket kept her from really staying away.

But now that the final exams are over and the school year is almost over, there are only seven SG group meetings left, if not once a day, and when the graduation ceremony is over, Percy and Ixesi will have to look for work, and the rest of the team will have to go home, and if they have time, they will have to wait until at least July.

The most important thing is that Bellatrix has escaped from prison, although Sirius is now hanging as a bait, as soon as she hears the news that Voldemort is in Albania, the most loyal Death Eater will definitely drop the bait and run to rescue her master, and then it will be more difficult to grasp their whereabouts, so Catherine must do everything she can to improve her strength.

This means that this fragment of Voldemort's soul is about to lose its consciousness, and she no longer needs to be by Snape's side to feel at ease, she can finally leave, after all, she has grown up, and it is time to learn to be independent.

But the thought of this made Catherine's heart feel a sharp pain, especially when she saw the joy on Lupin's face when she learned that Sirius was pregnant.

She is just a 13-year-old girl who also desires to pursue her own happiness.

Tears spilled from her closed eyes, across her face, and on the white beads in her arms, which flashed with a flash of light and then vanished.

Catherine's rapid heartbeat slowly calmed down, and her uneasy expression slowly calmed down, and she shook slightly, and finally collapsed on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep. (To be continued......)