Chapter 6: Before School Starts

In the next few days, Kyle lived a very fulfilling life. He stayed in his room every day and tried various spells.

Even though he came from a wizarding family, before enrolling in school, he didn't have many, or even very few, opportunities to unleash magic.

First of all, whether it was Chris or Diana, the wand was an extremely important object to them. It was not an exaggeration to even say that it was a second life. It certainly cannot be left to Kyle casually.

He would only enjoy it every Christmas and on Kyle's birthday.

Of course, Kyle also knew the importance, and the charms he released were all Lighting charms, or Unlocking charms, which even if they failed, would have no side effects on the wand.

Another point was the matching of the wands.

Even though he was the son of Chris and Diana, their wands did not give Kyle any respect, and the feeling of resistance was very obvious.

Especially Diana's wand, in Kyle's hand, was no different from an ordinary stick. No matter how many times he chanted the spell, he couldn't get the slightest reaction.

Therefore, Kyle spent most of his time dealing with Quidditch, herbs, and magical animals and rarely had actual contact with magic.

After waiting for eleven years, he finally had his own magic wand, so he had to let loose.

Chris had no objections to this, and he would occasionally enthusiastically give pointers, enjoying the feeling of being a teacher.

Therefore, Kyle's room was filled with different spells almost every moment.

Fortunately, Kyle practiced some basic spells in the past few days and it would not affect others.

But as time went on and Kyle mastered more and more spells, problems began to arise.

...

On the dining table in the living room, Chris, who was drinking black tea, watched helplessly as the teacup placed opposite him suddenly left the table and began to float slowly upstairs.

Chris, however, seemed to have been used to this for a long time. He pressed the teacup back on the table with a calm expression and tapped it lightly with his wand.

After doing all this, he raised his head and shouted: "Kyle, when you recite the summoning charm, you must determine the goal in your mind. In addition, I suggest you start by summoning a quill, or parchment, at least they can't be broken."

"Okay, Dad."

Kyle responded, but whether he heard it or not, Chris didn't know. He felt that there was a high probability that he didn't.

After all, situations like today have happened several times. He had recited more repair charms in one day than in the past ten years combined. For this reason, he had to put anti-flying spells on every fragile item in the house.

"Whoosh..."

Just as he was thinking about it, a piece of bread flew quickly over his head and then stuck to the ceiling with a "snap".

"..."

It must be admitted that in terms of effects alone, Kyle had made great progress. At least the speed of the Summoning spell this time was much faster than last time.

"Alas!"

Chris sighed, waved his magic wand calmly, and sent the piece of bread back to the kitchen. At the same time, he also sighed in his heart at Diana's wisdom and foresight.

Thanks to her confiscating Kyle's cauldron on the first day, otherwise this family wouldn't know what would have become.

The eleven-year-old wizards were indeed famous for not caring about anything. The same was true for the Weasleys next door, and his family was no exception.

Fortunately, these days were coming to an end, and Hogwarts started tomorrow.

This was really good news!

Chris picked up the black tea and took a sip with a content look on his face.

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Time soon came to the evening.

Diana did not come back because she had a mission.

Chris, who knew nothing about cooking, readily accepted Mrs. Weasley's warm invitation and took Kyle and some prepared ingredients to the Burrow not far away for a meal.

Not surprisingly, his behavior aroused dissatisfaction from Mrs. Weasley, who believed that it was wrong for him to bring food as a guest and that it showed distrust in the friendship between the two parties, so she scolded him.

Chris didn't refute, threw the things in his hands into the kitchen, and just agreed with a smile.

As for Kyle, he had naturally mixed with the Weasley children.

Chris had long been accustomed to seeing this scene before him.

There were no house elves in their family, so whenever Diana was unable to return from a mission, the two of them would come to Weasley's house for dinner.

The scene in front of him would occur every time he came here. It was a fixed program.

In the open space not far away, Kyle and several Weasleys were helping to clean up the garden gnomes.

They say they were cleaning, but they were actually just playing.

One person grabbed the gnome's legs and threw them into the sky. The other person held a wooden stick and knocked the gnome away like a bludger. The one who hit the farthest was the winner of this game and could get the first-place reward, a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans.

At first, Chris didn't support their game. He thought it was enough to just throw the gnomes out, and there was no need to use a bat, until one day he found that the cloak grass that he had worked hard to cultivate for a year and was about to mature was dug up by these gnomes, and he never stopped Kyle again.

He even gave Kyle a well-made bat signed by the Wimbourne Wasps beater a few days later for Christmas.

The bat was very easy to use and felt great when hitting. So far, it had helped Kyle win five consecutive championships.

Today was no exception.

"It's not fair."

Looking at Kyle's signature bat, and then at the wooden stick he picked up casually in his hand, Ron said with a bitter face: "The equipment gap is too big."

"It's not that exaggerated, equipment, and everything else are secondary, the important thing is to have the belief in winning. I can win, not because my equipment is good, but because I want to win more than you."

Kyle said calmly, picked out a red bean, and threw it over: "Also, Ron, before you complain about the equipment, you must at least beat Ginny. The wooden stick she uses is much smaller than yours."

There were a total of five people participating in the game and among the five, Ron was in last place, and even Ginny's score was several meters ahead of him.

After Kyle finished speaking, Ron's face suddenly turned red. It was indeed not a glorious thing to lose to his sister in this regard.

But his attention was quickly drawn to the Flavour Beans that Kyle tossed.

Bright red, looked beautiful, and tasted... raspberry!

Sure enough, the flavor bean that Kyle gave him never tasted bad.

The sweet feeling in his mouth made Ron squint his eyes unconsciously, and at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a bit of envy in his heart. He really didn't know how Kyle did it, but he could pick out the best-tasting Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans every time.

Every time he picked, it was either pork liver or spinach, he even tasted something that smelled like dragon dung.

The smell of rotten fermented berries mixed with the fishy smell was simply unbearable, and Ron felt his stomach churn just thinking about it.

(End of chapter)