In the days that followed, Kyle had a very fulfilling time. He spent every day holed up in his room, experimenting with various spells.
Although he came from a wizarding family, his opportunities to practice magic before enrolling in school had been very limited, even to the point where they were almost nonexistent.
First of all, both Chris and Diana considered their wands extremely important—almost like a second life. They certainly couldn't just let Kyle play with them casually.
It was only on Christmas and his birthday that they would let him have a turn, giving him the chance to enjoy a little magic.
Of course, Kyle understood the gravity of the situation. The spells he practiced were mostly harmless ones, like the light charm or unlocking charms—spells that, even if they failed, wouldn't harm the wand in the slightest.
Another point was the wand's compatibility.
Even though he was the son of Chris and Diana, their wands refused to cooperate with Kyle. The resistance was palpable.
Especially Diana's wand—it felt no different than a regular stick in Kyle's hands, and no matter how many times he tried to cast a spell, there was no response whatsoever.
So, for most of his time before now, Kyle had spent more time dealing with Quidditch, Herbology, and magical creatures, rather than truly engaging with spells.
After waiting eleven years, he finally had his own wand. It was time to put it to good use.
Chris didn't oppose this, and sometimes, he even eagerly offered advice, enjoying the rare opportunity to feel like a teacher.
As a result, Kyle's room was almost constantly lit up by various magical effects.
The first few days had been fine, with Kyle practicing basic spells that didn't affect anyone else.
But as time passed and he learned more spells, problems began to arise.
…
At the dining table in the living room, Chris was sipping his tea when he watched in disbelief as the cup in front of him slowly lifted off the table, floating upwards toward the stairs.
However, Chris seemed entirely unfazed, as if he had already grown accustomed to such occurrences. He calmly set the cup back down on the table and gave it a light tap with his wand.
After completing this, he raised his head and called out, "Kyle, when casting the Levitation Charm, make sure you focus on your target. Also, I suggest starting with something like a quill or a piece of parchment, at least those things won't break."
"Got it, Dad."
Kyle replied, but whether or not he truly heard his father's advice, Chris wasn't sure. Given that this exact scene had played out many times before, he had his doubts.
After all, Chris had already cast more repair spells today than he had in the past ten years combined. As a result, every fragile object in the house had a protective charm on it to prevent it from floating away.
"Whoosh…"
While he was thinking, a piece of bread suddenly zoomed over his head and with a loud thud, stuck to the ceiling.
"…"
Admittedly, Kyle had made significant progress. At least this time, the Levitation Charm had worked much faster than before.
"Sigh…"
Chris sighed, waving his wand to return the bread to the kitchen, while privately marveling at Diana's foresight and wisdom.
Thank goodness she had confiscated Kyle's cauldron on the first day, or who knew how chaotic things might have gotten in the house.
It was well-known that eleven-year-old wizards were particularly troublesome—just like the Weasleys next door. Their family was no different.
But thankfully, this phase would soon be over. Hogwarts would be starting tomorrow.
That was truly a welcome relief!
Chris picked up his tea, savoring a sip.
…
The evening came quickly.
Diana hadn't returned due to work, so Chris, who was utterly clueless when it came to cooking, happily accepted Mrs. Weasley's generous invitation and went with Kyle to her house for dinner, bringing along some prepared ingredients.
This, unsurprisingly, irked Mrs. Weasley. She thought it was rude to bring your own ingredients to someone else's house, and viewed it as a sign of distrust in their friendship. She scolded him thoroughly.
Chris didn't argue. He simply tossed the ingredients into the kitchen and cheerfully agreed with whatever Mrs. Weasley said.
As for Kyle, he had already blended in seamlessly with the Weasley kids.
He had long since gotten used to this scene. Whenever Diana was away on a mission, he and his father would end up at the Weasley household for dinner.
This routine had become so predictable it was almost like a fixed program.
On the open field nearby, Kyle was helping the Weasley kids clean up the goblins.
It was called cleaning up, but really, it was just playing.
One person would grab a goblin by the legs and toss it into the air, while another would take a wooden bat and hit the goblin like a Quidditch ball. Whoever hit the goblin the furthest would win a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.
At first, Chris didn't support this game, thinking it was enough just to throw the goblins away. There was no need for a bat.
But one day, after discovering that all the cloakweed he had carefully cultivated for a year had been destroyed by the goblins, he stopped stopping Kyle from playing.
A few days later, for Christmas, Chris even gave Kyle a well-crafted bat with the signature of a Wimbourne Wasps batsman on it.
The bat was very easy to use, and the feel when hitting was superb. So far, it had helped Kyle win five championships in a row.
Today was no different.
"This isn't fair."
Looking at Kyle's signed bat and then at the stick he had picked up, Ron frowned and said, "There's too much of a difference in equipment."
"It's not that exaggerated," Kyle replied nonchalantly, tossing a red jellybean into the air. "What matters is the determination to win. I can win not because my equipment is better, but because I want it more than you."
Kyle continued, throwing another jellybean at Ron, "Also, Ron, before you complain about equipment, at least beat Ginny first. Her bat is way smaller than yours."
There were five people participating in the game, and Ron was in last place. Even Ginny had managed to hit the goblin farther than he did.
After hearing Kyle's comment, Ron's face flushed. Losing to his little sister in something like this wasn't exactly something to be proud of.
But his attention was quickly diverted to the Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean that Kyle had tossed at him.
Bright red, it looked very appealing. As for the flavor… raspberry!
Sure enough, Kyle always managed to pick out the best-tasting beans.
The sweet, fruity taste made Ron squint with pleasure. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. He had no idea how Kyle always managed to pick the best ones.
As for Ron, every time he ate Bertie Bott's, it was either liver, spinach, or even dragon dung.
The foul, fermented taste of spoiled berries was the worst. Just thinking about it made his stomach churn.
(End of Chapter)
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