The dark underground space was filled with a faint fishy smell, a large amount of magic remained in the air, and the surrounding walls and domes were torn apart, revealing the just happened war.

In the center of such a large space, on a disc similar to the altar, a naked baby lay in the center, and the light blue light flowed on his body, which was very strange.

At this time, a faint light flashed, and two figures suddenly appeared here. The old man walking in front squatted down, stared at the child with blue eyes for a while and sighed.

"Professor, it seems that we are a little late..."

"Dumbledore, is there nothing the child can do?" The tall and thin witch looked at the young and peaceful face and twisted her head.

"The Dragon wizard group has been eliminated, and this child is the last."

"Well, but Dumbledore, why do these people think of combining dragons and humans? It's just...!"

"They just want to replace Voldemort as the Dark Lord clown when Voldemort disappears, but they hurt these innocent lives."

"By the way, the potter child?"

"I've arranged it." Dumbledore also thought that Harry Potter, who survived the disaster, might be safer to grow up in the Muggle world.

"Well, we don't care about this child. He looks alive now."

"But he has no complete soul. He is not a creature bred by normal reproduction, but a creature forcibly combined by magic. There is nothing I can do."

"..." Professor McGonagall deeply felt her powerlessness. She had no children, so she could feel the hard won life. She hated those black wizards, but she wanted to save the life.

"Well, Mileva, I understand this feeling. That's why we have to teach our students to be better so that they won't become dark, won't they?"

Mileva looked at Dumbledore, nodded, then came to the baby and reached out to touch him gently.

"Albus, can he live longer?"

"Mileva, won't you?" Dumbledore also asked in shock. He didn't expect Mileva, who had always been calm, to make such a decision.

"If you live like an ordinary child, you can live to the age of 10 at most. This is the longest record of more than a dozen sons of dragon mantra who have not been abandoned."

"Albus, let me take care of him in the past 10 years. I don't want him to die here. He hasn't felt everything and experienced everything."

"Mileva, some things need to learn to let go. This fruitless emotion will bring you more pain."

"Albus!"

But just when Dumbledore thought McGonagall would give up rationally, McGonagall let him look back with a low cry, and a miraculous scene appeared in front of him.

In this dark underground, a beam of light penetrated through a blown out gap, mapped in, slowly stopped on the child's body, and a shallow smile appeared on the child's face.

Dumbledore is feeling a complete soul condensed. He has seen a miracle, a miracle that even magic can't bring!

"Maybe he should have a better choice, such as ordinary living and happy living."