The returning Aurors, accompanying the tired but disgusted looking teenagers, grinned and made jokes that turned Neville and Harry crimson. The teenagers didn't even bother to see Ron; they went straight to their rooms. The Auror handed the potion vials back to me.
— I didn't need any. — The man grinned, smiling broadly. — They went into the rooms and didn't come out until the last one. Eagles!
— No, — I shook my head negatively and hid the potion. — That speaks for the professionalism of their teachers.
— So that, — another Auror spoke up, suspiciously pleased. — He smiled broadly, — Maybe he can cure the third one, too, — he said. — Has he started 'studying' too?
— No. They're all equal and it's only Ron's fault if he misses it. — Even Tonks nodded in agreement, still unable to tear herself away from the book, obviously blood was involved, black blood was far from water, and a random Tonks wasn't going to dilute it much, no matter how hard he tried. If things continue to go as they should, I'll have an allied bloodline by the end of this school year. — I'll give him a chance, though. — Lifting my chin, a spiritualized look on my face, I continue. — Everyone deserves a second chance. Even underage gluttons and drunks.
The simple joke was a success, and my spirits rose imperceptibly. I spent the rest of the evening in the same company. Simple people, without any special processing of their brains by "Light", are somewhat similar everywhere, with simple people it is not very difficult to find a common language.
We sat, the Aurors allowed themselves only soft drinks, played cards, talked about everything and nothing. We sighed and pretended, of course, that there were practically no girls, otherwise we could have played strip cards. All in all, it wasn't bad.
The next day Ron felt better, dressed in neutral clothes, and we all went for a walk in normal Paris. We had to shut up the redhead's excessive yelling, because he has a stupid way of yelling in the same place: he sees something, points his finger and yells like a normal person, or starts to loudly "persuade" to see/buy/try something.
It annoyed everyone, and eventually one of the Aurors was always around to give him a good smack whenever Ron started acting like a chimpanzee.
The first time he was outraged, Nymphadora tried to teach him the norms of propriety and the undesirability of drawing undue attention to oneself, especially with words, but her efforts went unheeded. So they did it in a different way, understandable even to chimpanzees.
It worked, by the way, and after a few hours the redhead turned down the volume, and when he tried to do something funny in the cafe, one of the Aurors took him outside and told him that no animals were allowed in here. When we left the cafe, Ron was red with embarrassment (his motives had been explained to him in a manly way) and glaring at the Auror, but he remained silent, and the rest of the walk was much quieter.
I told him, however, that the budget for this trip was limited, and if Ron spent a lot of money now, he wouldn't have any fun later. He waved his hand and I shrugged. The Aurors looked at each other intently.
When we got back to the hotel, took a break and got ready to visit the "new social studies teachers," Ron said he had a lot of studying to do at school, so he'd rather stay in his room. At the same time, he looked greedily at the piles of food that had been preserved by the spells.
He didn't seem to have told me what the new lessons were about, but I didn't care: if he refused, I wouldn't insist. Nymphadora stayed in the room with Ron, the boys were taken to their teachers by the Aurors, and I went to my teacher.
Warm greetings, good attitude, honest words and correct (as far as words are concerned) emotions of the Boisselier family finally calmed me down, without deep meditation I managed to deal with passions. To my great surprise, today I was supposed to work with potions under Victoria's guidance. When I asked her if it was possible for her, pregnant, even with twins, to do her usual work.
The woman laughed heartily and then gave me a long but interesting talk about what I had missed in my training — the pregnancy of the gifted. And most importantly, where Victoria began to lead me, was about homosexuality.
I understood why the Greengrasses were so worried about Daphne, because such relationships are unnatural — they don't produce offspring, to put it in purely pragmatic terms, two healthy males or females forming such pairs not only can't produce children, but they themselves turn into "hollow flowers" while occupying the living space that could be occupied by healthy individuals.
For Muggle society, this is not a threat, because there are always large families with fertile couples, which not only easily compensate for "losses", but also provide for natural growth. For Muggles it is unacceptable, especially male homosexuality, because nature does not provide such a possibility of reproduction.
A female couple may well find a foreign "donor", but wizards consider this manifestation harmful because the child may be "spoiled". How — is not specified, but people believe in it.
Next I was told about unjust witches. Of course, I was not told all the details, but it was clearly explained that a gifted person differs from an ungifted one in that a pregnant witch is protected by her own power. Most of her personal and some of her ancestral magic becomes an invisible protective cocoon, virtually eliminating the chances of disease and accidental poisoning.
Unfortunately, this cocoon does not protect against targeted poisoning and curses, and if the witch is weak, the cocoon is weak as well, so such gifted ones may have problems, but they can be easily solved by an experienced witch doctor.
Another interesting detail. For births with manifested gifts, as well as for those who are trying to get another gift as a legacy, the gestation period is a great opportunity. By actively practicing a certain orientation for several months, the personal magic begins to change more easily under the necessary "shades", it is easier to interact, to adapt.
So if there is already a gift, then after such efforts of the mother, the child will have a better expression of it. If the gift is not yet acquired, then such steps will bring the moment of its acquisition much closer. Usually it happens like this: parents without the birth gift have a child with it.
It is true that there are other ways than generations of general directed effort and work, but that is not what we are talking about now. In summary, we can say that it is not harmful for a pregnant gifted woman to practice magic, but reasonable safety rules should not be ignored either.
For example, in the lab today, Victoria kept a bit to the side, protecting her face with a special breathing mask, which was unnecessary for me. You never know where you'll learn something new and interesting.
Like any other potion, "Rune" requires attention, attention, and attention again, so as not to make any stupid mistakes in the recipe or the preparation process. This potion is used in artifacting and ritualism to impregnate materials and make marks on the base or surfaces. It is not a "cornerstone" potion, but it is widely used because of its versatility.
On the other hand, any universal potion is somehow worse than a highly specialized one. Victoria said that her husband received an order to make a suitcase like mine, and this "Rune" potion will be used for its intended purpose.
Looking ahead, I will say that in three days I helped the master with this suitcase, learning in practice a completely different technology of creating a folded space than the one I use. It was not only very informative, but also very interesting.