A white object came flying toward Aine at high speed.
Aine who had been lost in thought, didn’t react even after hearing the warning.
Instead, he casually cast a whirlwind spell.
The white object was blocked by the whirlwind and its trajectory immediately changed, sending it flying back.
The rebounding white object struck Fred directly on the head.
The warning had come from George.
As for the white object flying toward Aine it was a baseball.
George had hit it, but he hadn’t expected it to fly in Aine’s direction, much less hit him.
Aine’s move, a spell resembling a wind shield, stunned the three of them.
After all, according to the education they had received, the only defensive spell they knew was “Protego.” Fred ignored the pain in his head and hurried over.
In his memories, every time Aine came around, something new and interesting would happen, which was one of their sources of fun.
By the time Fred reached him, Aine had also come out of his reverie.
Seeing George and Cedric running over as well, he jumped down from the rock and immediately hooked an arm around George’s neck.
“You little punk, did you do that on purpose?!”
George pretended he couldn’t breathe, rolling his eyes.
“I’m running out of air~~~”
Aine released him, and George immediately collapsed onto the ground.
Seeing George lying there, Fred knelt down, grabbed him tightly by the collar, and began shaking him back and forth.
He shook him faster and faster while repeatedly shouting, “Geor~ge!!!
Don’t die~~~~ George!
George!”
Cedric and Aine folded their arms and watched the performance.
Fred didn’t care whether George lying on the ground would catch a chill.
After pretending that George had breathed his last, Fred straightened George’s collar, picked him up, carried him in front of Cedric and Aine and gently placed him on the ground. Read the latest chapters at NovelPing.
Cedric and Aine immediately understood and began singing a funeral march.
The three of them sang while circling around George.
Then they took flowers that George had somehow produced from nowhere and placed them one by one on Fred.
Aine figured that once the flower-laying ceremony was over, it was time for the burial.
Aine and George exchanged a nod, after which Aine gathered some soil nearby while George grabbed some soil and sprinkled it over Fred.
The instant the soil landed on Fred, he sprang to his feet.
Seeing Fred’s disheveled appearance, the three of them immediately burst out laughing.
Fred instantly charged past Cedric and Aine and tackled George, and the two brothers began wrestling on the ground while the two who had been ignored continued laughing loudly.
After laughing for a while, Cedric and Aine sat beside Fred and George once their wrestling match was over.
The four of them watched the sunset in the west together.
This was their daily ritual before parting ways.
Bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, they began their journey home.
After the twins and Aine walked Cedric home, the three of them continued toward the Burrow.
As they walked, the twins kept talking into Aine’s ears about everything that had happened recently, including all the ways they had tormented Ron.
Aine couldn’t help thinking to himself, Poor little Ronnie.
Under the final rays of the setting sun, the three finally walked through the door of the Burrow.
The moment they entered, they heard Molly, who was cooking, yelling at the twins, “Why are you only coming back now!!!
Oh~ My dear Aine I’m not talking about you~ Why didn’t you tell me you were going to Cedric’s place?!!…”
Aine leaned against the doorframe and watched the twins get grabbed by Molly and subjected to her relentless yelling.
After nearly a year without seeing this scene, Aine figured he’d better watch from the beginning.
Then Charlie, who had returned with Arthur, patted him on the shoulder.
However, the moment Molly turned around and went back to preparing dinner, Fred and George secretly snickered.
Aine concluded that these two twins had definitely learned nothing from the lesson.
They would surely do it again next time, only more secretly.
Charlie, who was leaning against the doorframe just like Aine, came to the same conclusion about his twin younger brothers.
He patted Aine on the shoulder again before walking into the dining room and sitting down.
Aine glanced around but couldn’t see Arthur anywhere.
At that point, he knew Arthur had gone to his beloved garage.
Aine followed Charlie into the dining room and sat down beside him.
A noisy and lively dinner began.
The reason Aine wanted to stay at the Burrow was precisely because it was lively every day, filled with Molly-style booming scolding and the deep affection of family woven through it all.
Once all the dishes had been served, Aine picked up a piece of bread and tore it in half.
He dipped one half into the vegetable soup Molly had made.
The freshly baked wheat bread mixed with the sweetness of the vegetables.
There were also freshly baked sweet potato cakes and fish pie.
Unlike the ordinary fare of the Muggle world, Molly’s dinner was perfectly suited to someone reincarnated from a food-loving culture.
The wheat bread was somewhat light in flavor, but it paired perfectly with the sweet vegetable soup.
The slightly salty fish pie and mildly sweet sweet potato cakes were also a perfect combination.
After a simple dinner, Aine went upstairs and moved into Bill’s room.
Aine’s older brother Tatri was the same age as Bill, so Bill’s room was empty at this time.
Although Aine could have shared a room with Charlie, he figured Charlie would probably stay up very late.
After all, this was Charlie’s final year at Hogwarts, and besides studying, he also had to prepare for his N.E.W.T.s, keeping him extremely busy.
Aine didn’t want to disturb him.
Early the next morning, after eating a simple breakfast, Aine went to the Weasley family’s vegetable garden with the twins.