Eleven-year-old Kyle Chopper stood by the window, carefully examining the parchment in his hand.
**Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards)**
**Dear Mr. Chopper,**
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of required books and supplies. The term begins on September 1. We await your owl by July 31.
**Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress**
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That's right, it was the acceptance letter from Hogwarts. Kyle had been waiting for this day since he arrived in this world eleven years ago. Why was he so certain this day would come? It was simple—there were a few other notable families living nearby.
Among them, the one Kyle knew best was the Lovegood family, known for their work on *The Quibbler*, and of course, the Weasleys. The Weasleys, with their peculiar house and their family's signature red hair, were especially easy to recognize, helping Kyle confirm the nature of this world.
It's also worth noting that Kyle's family was magical too. His father, Chris Chopper, worked at the Ministry of Magic as the Deputy Director of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, and as the Head of the Beast Division. Thanks to a family gift for communicating with magical creatures, Chris was also a renowned magizoologist and a student of Newt Scamander.
Kyle's mother, Diana, worked in the Ministry as well, in the Department of Mysteries. Despite Kyle's attempts to learn more about her work, she maintained a strict sense of secrecy, sharing no details. Clearly, Kyle's parents were good at keeping secrets.
Though the Choppers weren't from a distinguished wizarding lineage like the Dumbledores or Grindelwalds, Kyle was content. At least both of his parents were wizards, which meant there wouldn't be any issues with him attending Hogwarts—unless he turned out to be a Squib. But that fear was put to rest after his first magical outburst when he was three years old.
Even though he had long known this day would come, when the owl finally arrived and tapped on his window with the letter, Kyle could hardly contain his excitement. He held onto the parchment like a prized possession, keeping it close even while sleeping and frequently rereading it.
"My dear, you've been staring at that acceptance letter for three days straight. Can you put it down? I assure you, it's real!" Chris said, looking at his son with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.
"Remember, we have plans to go to Diagon Alley with the Weasleys today. Don't keep them waiting."
"Okay, Dad, I'll be right there," Kyle replied. He quickly tucked away the Hogwarts letter, stood up, and tapped on a nearby wooden stake. "Groot, I'm heading out."
At his words, a little green creature jumped out and waved at Kyle. Kyle's family had a few magical animals—just a Bowtruckle named Groot and a Kneazle named Tom. Despite Chris's role in the Magical Creatures department, he preferred not to keep many creatures around. He believed that magical creatures should live in their natural habitats, not as pets for wizards. Even Groot and Tom stayed only because they chose to.
Chris's philosophy was shared by Newt Scamander, who also believed in allowing magical creatures their freedom. Newt's suitcase full of creatures was an exception born from his own unusual circumstances.
Kyle had met Newt several times and knew him to have a special affinity for magical creatures. It seemed as if creatures were naturally drawn to him, similar to how danger seemed to follow certain individuals. Kyle vividly remembered walking in the garden with Newt when he was five and seeing a Demiguise leap straight into Newt's arms. Even though Demiguises are naturally wary and quick to escape, this one trusted Newt immediately.
This wasn't an isolated incident. At seven, Kyle witnessed a salamander seeking out Newt. At eight, they encountered a wounded unicorn. At ten, they rescued a fire crab destined for a cauldron.
These magical creatures seemed to find Newt wherever he went, even though he mostly stayed at home in his later years. When he was still traveling the world with his suitcase, the phenomenon was even more pronounced. For every creature he released back into the wild, many more would find their way to him. It's no surprise that his enchanted case became a home to so many creatures.
With such a unique talent, it's no wonder Newt ended up on the radar of most wizarding governments. After all, many magical creatures can be unpredictable, especially if injured or protecting young. Imagine sipping tea on a quiet street when a distressed griffin or manticore suddenly appears nearby—it's enough to send shivers down anyone's spine.
So, who needs dark lords like Gellert or Voldemort when you have Uncle Newt? He could stir up trouble just by taking a trip somewhere. He wouldn't even need to lift a wand—just let the creatures come to him.
In light of this, it's fair to say that Tina deserves immense credit for keeping Newt close and the magical world a bit safer. She probably deserves a First-Class Order of Merlin herself.
The British wizarding community has had its share of challenges due to Newt's presence in Dorset. Reports of magical creatures have surged, and smuggling activities have also increased. However, despite numerous incidents, none have led to major disasters, with only minor injuries occurring occasionally. Maybe Newt's home offers some sort of protective charm that keeps the chaos manageable.
Chris, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky. His job often required him to put in long hours at the Ministry to handle these situations. Yet, Kyle suspected his father didn't mind too much.
When Kyle reached the door, he was surprised to see his mother, Diana, back early from the Ministry. She stood there with a warm smile. Her long black hair was neatly styled, and her black robes with white trim looked both elegant and refined. Her light blue eyes softened as she looked at Kyle, radiating a gentle warmth.
To Kyle, Diana had always been the image of elegance and intelligence. He turned to glance at Chris—well, his dad was handsome in his own way, with a bit of youthful charm still lingering. Together, they made a good pair.
Most importantly, Chris wasn't balding. Even at nearly forty, his hairline hadn't receded much, in contrast to Mr. Weasley next door.
Thanks to their strong genes, Kyle was considered quite good-looking for his age, though he didn't think much of it. He had no intention of relying on his looks for anything.
"Sorry, I'm late," Kyle said sheepishly as he joined his parents.
"If you put that acceptance letter down, you might be on time," Chris joked. "I promise, Hogwarts won't move just because you've stopped looking at the letter."
Well, it was supposed to be a joke—at least, Chris laughed. Kyle, not entirely sure why, gave his dad a polite smile to play along.
Fortunately, the awkward moment didn't last long.
"Alright, it's time to go," Diana interjected with a gentle smile. She took Kyle's hand. "We have a lot to buy for your school supplies, and we shouldn't keep the Weasleys waiting."
With a crisp *crack*, she Disapparated with Kyle. Chris followed closely behind, vanishing with another pop.
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(End of this chapter)
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