Toiling away at magic, only to return as a Muggle.

Chapter 1: The Day of Birth
Ottery St. Catchpole village, a dilapidated three-story house was filled with a cacophony of noise.
A woman's high-pitched screams, a man's frantic footsteps, children's tearful cries, the automatic washing dishes in the kitchen, the potato-chopping knife, the knitting needles working on their own, all sped up their work in unison, sensing the pain of the magic wand's owner.
"Oh my god! Arthur, go get the delivery bag, it's in the cupboard in our bedroom. It has the baby's blankets and diapers. The little one seems eager to meet us."
Molly Weasley, sitting in the living room, directed her husband to fetch the necessary items for their trip to St. Mungo's for the birth, while tightly holding Percy's small hand.
"Mommy~ are you in pain?" 4-year-old Percy tilted his head up, sobbing and asking his mother. "Is little sister coming out?"
Molly took out a handkerchief, wiped Percy's tear-streaked face clean, and smiled gently without saying anything.
Then, she turned to her eldest son, Bill, who was standing on the other side, and instructed him: "Darling, Daddy and Mommy will be very busy, you and Charlie have to take care of Percy and Fred and George, don't let them run around."
As she spoke, Molly furrowed her brow. Fred and George were so mischievous, she was a little worried that Bill wouldn't be able to handle them.
"Or maybe you guys should stay at home, I'm really not sure..."
"Mom~ Mom, you're re~lax, I'll hold Fred and... and George, Charlie will watch over Per...cy."
10-year-old Bill pursed his lips, his little face flushed red, but he still firmly held onto the twins, Fred and George, who were playing tug-of-war with him. The three formed a 180-degree fan shape.
"No, these two little guys should be separated." Arthur anxiously hopped down the stairs three steps at a time, snatched Fred, who was almost parallel to the ground, and held him in his arms.
Charlie, the second eldest, grabbed Bill, who had lost his balance. They looked at each other and secretly sighed in relief.
"It's not safe right now. Fred, I'm holding you. Bill, take Percy, and squeeze George between Bill and Charlie. You guys have to hold him tight, prevent him from running around."
Arthur kissed his wife's sweat-drenched forehead: "Darling, don't worry, I called Marlene and Moody, they'll also help take care of these little guys."
"Isn't Marlene not in Britain?"
Molly was surprised, but the cramping pain in her belly made her unable to think further, she could only nod helplessly: "Deatheaters are very ... rampant, we must pay attention to the children's safety."
"Don't worry, darling. Let's go to St. Mungo's now."
A series of green flames ignited, all the Weasleys went to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries through the fireplace, and the household chores that were originally controlled by magic gradually stopped.
St. Mungo's
Moody, as an Auror, was waiting at the door of the delivery room with his friend. He was talking to a young Healer, pointing at the delivery room and Arthur, who was sitting on the ground in despair, from time to time. After finishing, the Healer turned and quickly entered the delivery room.
Moody turned his head and looked at the ward. Three more Healers had just entered.
He walked heavily towards his friend and said, "Old friend, one of the Healers I know just told me. You have to be told, the baby, for some reason, just won't come out."
Arthur looked at Moody with red eyes, asking cautiously: "Potions! Charms! None of them work?"
Moody shook his head with difficulty: "Now, we can only pray to Merlin."
Arthur sat on the ground with the child in his arms, as if he had been hit with a Leg-Locker Curse.
His wife had been in there all night, the baby had yet to be born.
Marlene, who had arrived hurriedly, saw this scene and frowned. She took Percy, who was crying tiredly, from Arthur's arms and said firmly: "Molly, she'll be fine, you have to believe that."
The five Weasleys, upon hearing this sentence, raised their heads in unison to look at her.
"Aunt Marlene, you mean Mom will be fine! Right?"
Bill, with red eyes, almost 11 years old, already understood the meaning of Uncle Moody's words.
He loudly asked his aunt who had just arrived, hoping for a positive answer.
Marlene gently patted Percy, who was asleep in her arms, tired from crying, raised her eyebrows, and said, "Of course, your mother still has you guys, she can't let go of you. She's like that..."
Marlene stopped, shook her head, and didn't finish her words.
At that moment, in the delivery room, Molly was in labor, cooperating with the Healers to take deep breaths, gathering strength for the next contraction.
This great mother didn't know that the child in her belly was already awake and had nearly started a brawl in there.
...
Who the hell is this pervert!!!
Originally, Zhu Lan Kong thought she was dead.
After all, in that situation, the medical staff couldn't possibly save her.
Maybe she's in a vegetative state now?
But it feels so comfortable. It feels like the whole body is soaking in a hot spring, very reassuring. It's just that the pool is a little small, a little crowded.
And it's noisy. She's a little angry, she wants them to stop the noise, but she's tried her best, and she still can't open her eyes.
So she touched around.
… uh…
!!!
Why is there a person next to her?!
And it's a man! Don't ask me how I know it's a man or a woman.
Isn't that just pure perversion? Get out!
Although she can't open her eyes, she still mustered all her strength and launched a female self-defense technique towards the direction she just touched.
"She's born, she's born."
"It's a boy."
"God, there's another one."
"Merlin! This boy, what's going on?"
Arthur, excitedly holding the newborn child, rushed towards the ward, hoping to see Molly and comfort his hero.
"Arthur, there's another child in Molly's belly, the situation is not good. The child's foot came out first, everyone is working hard to treat it. Don't crowd in."
Arthur, who was intoxicated with excitement and the joy of regaining what he had lost, could no longer hear anything.
The Healer, Allen, forcefully pressed against the doorframe that was about to fall off, took out his wand and said in a huff: "Don't make trouble! Moody, stop him quickly, the door is about to be squeezed broken."
Moody shook his head and used the wand he had been holding all along to cast a Leg-Locker Curse on Arthur, who was rushing towards the ward.
Allen touched the door, which was repaired by a Repairing Charm, and let out a long sigh of relief.
If this door breaks, the Weasley family won't have enough money to pay for it.
Zhu Lan Kong felt a sharp pain and couldn't help but sob.
She heard a mumbling sound in a foreign language, she couldn't understand anything. As someone who failed the Level 4 exam, she could only vaguely tell that someone was speaking English, and it seemed to involve something about a magic riot.
Allen carefully held the newborn baby girl and handed her to Arthur. He pondered, "Arthur, this child's magic seems to have a problem."
Aunt Marlene exclaimed in surprise: "This child wouldn't be a..."
She suddenly realized something, quickly looked around, and lowered her voice to ask: "A Squib?"
Allen shook his head repeatedly and waved his hands, loudly denying: "No, no, no, how could this child be a Squib! You know, just now, this child just experienced a huge magical riot. Healers rarely see a young witch or wizard with magical riot at birth. Normally, the earlier the magical riot, the more potential the young witch or wizard has."
Arthur was confused, isn't this a good thing?
He continued to stare at Allen, listening to what he said next.
"Um... what I mean is, because this child stayed in her mother's body for too long. Early magical riot will make her body and magic... may be difficult to control. In the future, pay attention to her body and emotions, any fear, suppression, pain, and other negative emotions, it's best not to have..."
Allen spoke more and more difficultly, looking down at the baby in Arthur's arms.
If the body is a vessel, this child currently can't bear so much, so domineering magic, she will be harder to raise than other young witches or wizards, and she will be more likely to become an Obscurial.
"Merlin!" Marlene looked at the baby in the swaddling clothes with regret, how could this happen?
Allen saw Arthur holding the swaddling clothes lovingly, and comforted him: "Don't worry, as long as she survives her 11th birthday, goes to Hogwarts to study, she should get better. We'll see later, but the stabilizing potion can't be discontinued. I know this is for the Weasley family..."
"Allen, I... I understand what you mean. Thank you, I'll find a way."
Arthur's loving gaze fell on the daughter in his arms, who looked like a little kitten.
"By the way, where's Molly, is my wife okay?"