Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

Chapter 389 My Past 14

"Can I still stay in the elves' territory in my current state?"

"Why not? You are the benefactor of me, Thranduil, and Legolas..."

Narcissa opened her eyes.

She struggled to get up, but was held back by Thranduil.

"Legolas, is that the name of this egg?"

"Um……"

"According to inherited memories, elves can be divided into innate elves and acquired elves, but there has never been an elf that needs to be hatched from an egg... Before it is figured out, Legolas's form is a secret..."

"Then..." Narcissa understood, "You mean, pretend that Legolas was never born?"

"The process of hatching eggs also requires constant contact with the body..."

Thranduil held the egg in the palm of his hand.

"As far as I know, roosters and hens take turns incubating eggs... You can refer to the method of women working outside and men working inside..." I joked deliberately.

"Aurora means that I will put the egg in front of my belly and continue to pretend to be pregnant. When I return home, Thranduil, you will take over my task...haha..."

"Cissy..."

Thranduil smiled helplessly, but finally agreed.

"Aurora can help too, right?" He finally chose to drag me into the water.

"I'm not its father or mother..."

I quickly refused.

It is said that egg-laying animals will regard the first person or thing they see after hatching as their mother.

Legolas, will you recognize me as his mother?

It can’t be that unlucky, right?

"You don't think I gave birth to a monster, do you, Aurora..."

Narcissa pursed her lips, looking sad.

"Of course not!" I answered firmly.

It would be really embarrassing if she misunderstood me.

"Then touch him..."

She took my hand and touched the surface of the eggshell.

Suddenly, I felt the whole egg jump and I quickly pulled my hand back.

"Look, he's reacting to you!"

I could feel that the whole egg had powerful magical fluctuations.

It is possible to break out of the shell at any time and anywhere.

"Thrandui, can you see inside the egg?"

For some reason, when the egg was in my hand, it started to get hot.

"You really have forgotten your mother after marrying a wife...you little pervert, you've already started treating people differently before you even hatched!" Narcissa was still not forgiving.

But I felt very happy when I heard it.

I wanted to connect with Draco's past life, Legolas.

Since he was so responsive to me, I wanted to...

Usually, I sleep next to Thranduil and Narcissa.

They didn't just sit back and do nothing because of my presence.

Only when we are alone together will Legolas be left in my care.

This egg, named Legolas, is very beautiful.

The pattern changes every day.

Although there is still no sign of hatching, I can feel that the magical and spiritual fluctuations inside the egg are becoming increasingly stronger.

As for whether he was an elf or a beast, his parents didn't care much.

Thranduil replenishes Legolas with the spiritual power needed by the elves every day.

In the man's words, his son is a big eater.

Every day, the spiritual power he contributed was completely absorbed.

I have also thought about whether to inject spiritual power into him.

Later I gave up the idea.

It is said that whoever is injected with spiritual power, the appearance after breaking out of the shell will look more like that person.

Finally, on an ordinary afternoon...