Chapter 1: New Life (Edited)

October 11, 1979

Fourth floor of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, outside the treatment room

A young man in his twenties was anxiously pacing back and forth. He had dazzling golden hair, and his green eyes shone brightly.

On a nearby bench, two middle-aged couples and two young girls sat in silence. From their behavior, constantly glancing towards the treatment room, they seemed just as concerned as the young man.

"William, stop moving around, you're making me dizzy. Can't you sit still?" one of the middle-aged men said.

"Dad, Elena has been inside for so long, why hasn't she come out yet?"

"She's only been inside for 10 minutes. When your mother gave birth to you, it took nearly 20 minutes. Why are you so anxious?"

William's father, Owen, rolled his eyes, ignoring the fact that he had been even more anxious than William at the time and would have entered the treatment room if they hadn't stopped him.

William was about to say something when the door to the treatment room suddenly swung open.

"Quick! Anyone, please help! The baby's magic is out of control!"

The three men froze for a moment but immediately sprang into action and rushed into the treatment room, preventing the four women from doing the same.

"What's going on? How is it possible for the baby's magic to go haywire? I've never heard of such a thing!"

Elena's mother, Clara, anxiously watched the three men who entered the treatment room. Her face suddenly went pale, and she almost stumbled. The young woman by her side quickly held her to keep her from falling.

"It'll be okay, Mom. Dad and brother-in-law will surely handle it. My sister and the baby will be fine," Helena tried to console her mother, but her expression was far from convincing.

The four of them remained outside the treatment room, listening to the cacophony of noises from inside the room, feeling time crawling by.

After what felt like an eternity, the three men finally emerged from the treatment room, carrying a stretcher. A young and beautiful woman lay on it, next to a peacefully sleeping newborn.

"How is Elena? Is the child okay?"

The four of them quickly approached the stretcher to check on the mother and child.

A Healer who came out of the treatment room answered the question.

"Mother and child are both well, but due to the great effort, they are both asleep. They need rest now. Please do not disturb them. One or two caregivers will be sufficient."

...

It had been exactly two weeks since the baby's birth. Today, the Minethil and Jeslav families had gathered again at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. After knocking on the door, they all entered the room.

Inside the room, Elena was sitting on the bed, looking at her baby and humming an unfamiliar song. However, her slightly furrowed brow indicated that her mood was far from joyful.

"Dad, Mom, why is everyone here today?" Elena looked at the people who entered the room with confusion.

Usually, due to the Healers' recommendation not to allow too many people around the baby, only two or three people came to visit the mother and child each day. This was the first time that everyone had been together since the day of the birth.

"Has Bell not woken up yet?" Elena's father, Durud, asked with a frown as he looked at the baby sleeping on the bed. The baby's full name was Bell Minehill.

"Yes, the Healers also can't say when Bell will wake up," Elena sighed as she shook her head. "They said that due to the intensity of the magic within him, the baby's fragile body couldn't handle it, so he instinctively went into a deep sleep to protect himself from any harm. However, during that sleep, the magic inside him will automatically strengthen his body so that he can withstand the magic. In reality, this process is beneficial for him. But the problem is that after his body is strengthened with magic, it will produce even more magic, making it harder to control."

"So, will Bell never wake up?" Lina, Bell's sister-in-law, exclaimed.

"The Healers say that the rate at which Bell's body is strengthening exceeds the rate of his magic increasing, so the situation is steadily improving. However, because they have never seen a similar situation, they can't be sure when he will wake up. It could be tomorrow, it could be in a year, or even several years."

As she said this, Elena's voice became slightly choked up. She couldn't imagine her poor newborn son, who hadn't even seen the world, having to sleep for years. It was truly cruel.

After hearing Elena's explanation, everyone fell silent in the room, and for a moment, no one spoke.

"By the way, why did everyone come today?"

Elena finally composed her emotions and asked the people what their original reason was.

"We're here to say goodbye. Our family has been busy with business in the United States, and although we made some arrangements when we came, we never expected this to drag on so long. Now we have many pending matters that we must attend to immediately, so unfortunately, we can't wait for Bell to wake up. But when he does, make sure to notify us right away," said Owen.

"That's right... There's no other choice. Don't worry, we'll take good care of Bell," Elena responded after a brief silence.

She had some knowledge of the situation of both families in the United States. Despite being foreigners, the British were well-received in the United States, but when it came to interests, family rivalries were indifferent to nationality.

...

When Bell woke up again, a month had passed.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

He couldn't help but ponder the three fundamental questions of life.

Ahem, well, I was actually just trying to make a joke to lighten the mood, after all, suddenly being a baby was a really strange situation.

Bell had a faint recollection of the day he was born.

At first, he felt like he was in a warm but cramped, humid place. It was comfortable at first, but gradually, he began to feel like he was running out of air. So he struggled to get out of there, to find a wider place to breathe. He moved his limbs with effort, trying to find an exit, until he felt a force pushing him and finally managed to get out.

He barely managed to open his eyes with effort to see where he was when he felt a sharp pain in his brain and then lost consciousness again.

Bell looked at his small hands and then his little feet, letting out a resigned sigh, and then, with a "Boom!", the light bulb on the room's ceiling exploded...

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"What... what's happening here? A terrorist attack?"