Chapter 6: Before School Starts

Support me and be 20 chapters ahead of webnovel:

patreon.com/Draco_

*****

In the following days, Kyle was very productive, spending each day in his room trying out various spells. Although he came from a wizarding family, he had very few opportunities to practice magic before starting school; one could even say they were extremely limited.

Firstly, for both Chris and Diana, their wands were incredibly important—one might even say they were like a second life—so they certainly couldn't just be handed over to Kyle to play with.

It was only during Christmas each year, and on Kyle's birthday, that he was allowed to use them to indulge a little.

Of course, Kyle understood the gravity of the situation. The spells he practiced were all basic ones, like the Lumos charm or the Unlocking charm, which, even if unsuccessful, had no adverse effects on the wand.

Another point to consider was the compatibility with the wand.

Even though he was the son of Chris and Diana, their wands showed no mercy towards him; the feeling of resistance was quite apparent.

Especially with Diana's wand, which felt no different than an ordinary stick in Kyle's hands. No matter how hard he tried to cast spells, he received no response whatsoever.

As a result, Kyle had spent most of his time dealing with Quidditch, herbology, and magical creatures, rarely getting to truly engage with spells.

After waiting for eleven long years, he finally had his own wand and was eager to cast some spells.

Chris was not opposed to this; in fact, he sometimes enthusiastically offered guidance, enjoying the chance to play the role of a teacher.

Consequently, Kyle's room was nearly always aglow with various spells.

In the early days, Kyle practiced basic spells that wouldn't affect anyone else.

However, as time went on and the number of spells he mastered increased, problems began to arise.

…

At the dining table in the living room, Chris was sipping tea when he suddenly watched a cup placed opposite him lift off the table and begin to float slowly upstairs.

However, Chris seemed to be unfazed by this; he calmly pushed the cup back down onto the table, giving it a gentle tap with his wand.

After doing all this, he raised his head and called out, "Kyle, when you cast the Summoning Charm, you must be sure to have a clear target in your mind. Also, I suggest starting with something like a feather quill or parchment; at least they won't break if they fall."

"Okay, Dad," Kyle replied.

While Kyle nodded, Chris wasn't sure if he really absorbed the advice; he suspected he probably hadn't.

After all, situations like today had occurred several times before. The number of Repairing Charms he had cast that day surpassed the total from the last ten years combined. Because of this, he felt compelled to cast the Shielding Charm on every fragile item in the house.

"Whoosh…"

Just then, a piece of bread zoomed past his head and "splat!" against the ceiling.

"…"

One had to admit that, judging by results alone, Kyle had made significant progress; at least this time, the Summoning Charm was much faster than before.

"Ugh!"

Chris sighed, waving his wand calmly to send the piece of bread back to the kitchen while internally commending Diana's wisdom and foresight.

Thanks to her, who confiscated Kyle's cauldron on the first day, he could only imagine what a mess their home might have become otherwise.

It was well-known that eleven-year-old wizards were notoriously difficult, and the Weasley family was no exception.

Fortunately, this chaotic time was about to end; Hogwarts was starting tomorrow.

That was indeed good news!

Chris lifted his cup of tea and took a leisurely sip.

…

Evening came quickly.

Diana hadn't returned due to work obligations.

Chris, who was clueless about cooking, happily accepted Mrs. Weasley's kind invitation and took Kyle, along with some prepared ingredients, to the Burrow for dinner.

This behavior of his unsurprisingly drew Mrs. Weasley's displeasure, as she felt that bringing ingredients while visiting was inappropriate and indicated a lack of trust in their friendship. She proceeded to give him a thorough scolding.

Chris did not refute her; instead, he casually tossed the items he was holding into the kitchen and laughed in agreement.

As for Kyle, he had already blended in naturally with the Weasley children.

He was no stranger to the scene unfolding before him.

Their family did not have house-elves, so whenever Diana was away on a mission, the two of them would often go to the Weasley house to share a meal.

This kind of scene played out every time they visited; it had become a fixed routine.

In the nearby open space, Kyle was helping the Weasley kids catch some goblins.

Though they called it "catching," it was essentially just a game.

One person would grab a goblin by the legs and throw it into the air, while another would wield a wooden bat and hit the goblin like a Quaffle, sending it flying. The one who sent the goblin the farthest would win a prize: a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.

Initially, Chris did not support this kind of game. He thought it was sufficient just to toss the goblins away; there was no need to use a bat.

However, one day, after he discovered that the goblins had completely ruined the cloakwort he had nurtured for a year, he never tried to stop Kyle again.

In fact, just a few days later, for Christmas, he even gifted Kyle a beautifully crafted bat, which bore the signature of a Wimbourne Wasps' batsman.

The bat was incredibly easy to use, providing excellent feedback when hitting. So far, it had helped Kyle win five consecutive championships.

Today was no exception.

"This isn't fair," Ron said, looking at Kyle's signed bat and then at the stick he had picked up. "The equipment difference is too great."

"It's not that exaggerated; equipment is secondary. What matters is having the belief that you will win. I can win not because my equipment is better, but because I want it more than you do," Kyle replied calmly, casually tossing a red bean his way. "Also, Ron, before you complain about your equipment, at least try to beat Ginny. Her bat is much smaller than yours."

Among the five participants in the game, Ron came in last, trailing even behind Ginny.

At Kyle's remark, Ron's face flushed with embarrassment; losing to his sister in this regard wasn't exactly a point of pride.

However, his attention was quickly diverted by the Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean Kyle had tossed his way.

It was a bright red color, looking delicious, and the flavor was… raspberry!

As expected, the Bertie Bott's beans Kyle gave were always delicious.

The sweet sensation in his mouth made Ron unconsciously squint his eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. He wondered how Kyle managed to pick out the best-flavored beans every single time.

As for himself, he always ended up with flavors like liver or spinach; he had even tasted one that was supposed to be dragon dung.

The combination of a rancid smell mixed with fermented, rotting berries was simply unbeatable; just thinking about it made Ron's stomach churn.

(End of Chapter)