After finally finishing their cheering, the adults finally stopped and discovered that all the children had hidden to one side, eating while watching them cheer like idiots for half an hour.
Cedric gave Amos a thumbs-up, while Amos covered his face, feeling utterly embarrassed.
It was understandable for the Ambrosius and Weasley families to celebrate like this.
After all, one was the family into which a new life had been born, while the other was the new life’s maternal family.
Although it was embarrassing, they were genuinely happy for their friends.
What Amos was thinking about, however, was how they were going to carry out their return journey.
After all, Lydia had just become pregnant and couldn’t use overly dangerous methods of magical transportation.
The Portkey was definitely out of the question.
Fortunately, the Romanian dragon reserve had several international Floo Network access points.
These access points were originally intended for tourists entering and leaving the reserve and for international assistance.
Under a normal travel itinerary, they would have arrived through the international Floo Network, but because they had obtained a Portkey, that plan had been abandoned.
Now that Lydia had just become pregnant, she was within the dangerous first three months.
The early stages of pregnancy were considerably more dangerous for witches than for Muggles.
A wizard’s body was filled with magic, and a wizard’s emotions could affect their magic.
During pregnancy, women’s emotions were relatively unstable, which in turn made their magic unstable and could easily result in a miscarriage.
Because Lydia was pregnant, their trip to Romania could only be brought to an early end.
After all, for young people like Aine, seven days were enough to give them some experience, especially for Charlie.
This experience was enough to influence his entire life.
For wizards, strength was more important than fame.
The Hungarian Horntail had given Charlie a life-changing experience right at the beginning of the trip.
At that time, he had genuinely thought he was going to die.
However, because of the Hungarian Horntail’s strange reaction, he had felt as though he had narrowly escaped death and had completely understood that the most important thing for a wizard was strength.
(The Hungarian Horntail: Aine, you bastard!
Aine : Do you want to become food on my dining table?)
A wizard who wanted strength needed more magical knowledge.
But Charlie’s school life was coming to an end, and from then on, he could only study while working.
Studying required resources, and neither magical books nor magical materials could be lacking.
Given his family’s circumstances, it was impossible for him to have such conditions.
Moreover, he had learned that the dragon reserve offered decent wages, so he chose to stay here.
While Charlie was considering his future, Aine had already returned to the international Floo Network transfer station of the British Ministry of Magic.
Looking at the black space around him, Aine thought about the day in the future when Old Dumbledore and the Noseless Man would face off.
Aine waited there until he was practically about to grow mold, and only then did everyone finally arrive.
After that, they all went their separate ways home.
As soon as Aine returned home, he went straight to his room and recorded the cooking method for the Spiral-Horned Rabbit along with the modified sauce.
Looking at the notebook that was already two-thirds full, he thought about the delicious dishes he remembered from his previous life: braised rabbit meat, spicy rabbit meat, rabbit meat braised with lettuce stems, rabbit meat stewed with tomatoes, rabbit meat stewed with carrots, rabbit meat stewed with potatoes, rabbit meat braised with pickled chili peppers, and rabbit meat stir-fried with young ginger.He couldn’t help drooling.
However, if he wanted to incorporate these dishes into magical-world recipes, he needed to conduct more research.
For Aine’s protection, the Ambrosius family would not allow him to come into contact with even a single book on spells or potions before he was eleven and his magic had basically stabilized.
They only gave him One Thousand Dangerous Plants and Fungi and Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them 1, 2, 3.
This was because of the enormous amount of magic inside his body and his instinctive ability to perform simple elemental magic.
When he was one year old, every time he cried his head off, the decorations in the nursery would definitely need to be replaced.
Every time he cried, a violent wind would crush the furniture.
Only Lydia holding up “Protego” while feeding him could stop it.
This continued until Aine was three and could control it himself.
It wasn’t that Aine didn’t want to control it.
He simply couldn’t.
Magic required the soul to communicate with nature, which could only be achieved by harmonizing through the magic within the physical body.
Before the age of three, Aine’s body had no ability to harmonize with his magic at all.
He could only communicate with nature through his raw magic in a crude manner.
Aine really wanted to say that the destruction of the furniture was already the smallest possible loss.
If he hadn’t used his mental power to guide it, their house would probably have exploded several times every day.
After all, fire was much easier to communicate with than wind.
After turning three, Aine consciously began controlling the flow of magic within his body.
But he really wanted to ask: Was this really the amount of magic a three-year-old child was supposed to possess?
If magical power could be given a physical state, then if an adult wizard’s magic were like a small stream, Aine already possessed that much magic at the age of three.
As Aine grew to his current age of ten, his magical power had already reached the level of an elite wizard.
As his magic increased, his body gradually became stronger as well.
A ten-year-old Muggle child generally weighed around twenty-seven to thirty-nine kilograms, while a wizard child around ten years old generally weighed around twenty-nine to forty-one kilograms.
Aine, however, had reached forty-three kilograms.
Yet on the surface, he looked about the same size as a healthy ten-year-old Muggle child, neither fat nor thin.
Because the magic within Aine’s body was constantly flowing, it did not accumulate without release and form an Obscurus.
The excessive magic allowed the Secret Ambrosius Reinforcement Method to be practiced once again by a descendant of the Ambrosius family after lying sealed for a hundred years.
After undergoing special training, this magic would strengthen the body and make it easier for the practitioner to communicate with nature, laying the foundation for future nonverbal spells.
At present, Aine’s bone density was twice that of his peers, while his strength was three times theirs.
The reason the Weasley twins didn’t play pranks on Aine, apart from the fact that he often saw through them, was that they were afraid of getting into a real physical fight with him.
After resting in his room for a while, Aine left and went to the stable.
He mounted a horse and rode back to the Ambrosius Castle in the forest, leaving a note in the living room along the way.