Chapter 6: Before School Starts

In the following days, Kyle lived a very fulfilling life, spending every day in his room trying out various spells.

Despite coming from a wizarding family, before entering school, he had very few opportunities to cast magic, or even none at all.

Firstly, whether it was Chris or Diana, their wands were extremely important to them, almost like a second life, and they certainly wouldn't just hand them over to Kyle to play with.

It was only during the annual Christmas and Kyle's birthday that they would let him use them for a bit.

Of course, Kyle also knew his limits, casting only basic spells like the Lumos or Alohomora, which, even if they failed, would have no adverse effects on the wand.

Another point was the wand's compatibility.

Even though he was Chris and Diana's son, their wands showed no favoritism towards him, and the feeling of rejection was very clear.

Especially Diana's wand, which in Kyle's hands was no different from an ordinary stick, and no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't respond at all.

So, most of the time before, Kyle had been dealing with Quidditch, herbology, and magical creatures, rarely truly engaging with spells.

After waiting for eleven years, he finally had his own wand, and it was time to give it a good try.

Chris didn't object to this; occasionally, he would enthusiastically give some pointers, indulging in the role of a teacher.

Thus, Kyle's room was almost always filled with the flickering of various spells.

At first, it was fine, as Kyle was practicing basic spells that wouldn't affect others.

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

…

At the dining table in the living room, Chris, who was drinking tea, watched as the teacup in front of him suddenly left the table and slowly floated upstairs.

However, Chris seemed to have long been accustomed to this, calmly pressing the teacup back onto the table and tapping it lightly with his wand.

After doing this, he raised his head and called out, "Kyle, when you cast the Summoning Charm, you must clearly determine your target in your mind. Also, I suggest you start with summoning a quill or parchment; at least they won't break if they fall."

"Okay, Dad."

Kyle responded, but whether he actually listened, Chris didn't know, and he suspected he probably hadn't.

After all, situations like today had already happened several times, and the number of Repairing Charms he had cast in a day was more than in the past ten years combined. For this reason, he had to cast an Anti-Summoning Charm on every breakable item in the house.

"Whoosh…"

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

…

Admittedly, from an effectiveness standpoint, Kyle's progress was significant; at least this time, the Summoning Charm was faster than the last.

"Ah!"

Chris sighed, calmly waving his wand to send the bread back to the kitchen, and inwardly marveled at Diana's wisdom and foresight.

Thankfully, she had confiscated Kyle's cauldron on the first day, or who knows what state the house would be in.

Eleven-year-old wizards were indeed notorious for being hated by both humans and dogs, and the Weasleys were no exception, nor was his family.

Fortunately, this period was almost over, as Hogwarts was opening tomorrow.

What a relief!

Chris picked up his tea, sipped it contentedly, and…

…

Time quickly passed to the evening.

Diana was on a mission and didn't return.

Chris, who knew nothing about cooking, gladly accepted Mrs. Weasley's invitation, bringing Kyle and some prepared ingredients to the nearby Burrow for a meal.

As expected, this behavior caused Mrs. Weasley's dissatisfaction, as she believed it was improper to bring ingredients when visiting and considered it a lack of trust in their friendship. She scolded him accordingly.

Chris didn't argue, just threw the ingredients into the kitchen and chuckled in agreement.

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

This scene was nothing new to him.

Their family didn't have house-elves, so whenever Diana was on a mission and couldn't return, they would come to the Weasleys for meals.

This scene played out every time they came, almost like a fixed program.

Not far away, Kyle was helping the Weasleys clear gnomes from the yard.

It was more like a game than actual work.

One person would grab the gnome's legs and throw it into the air, while another would hit it with a wooden bat, similar to a Bludger. The one who hit it the farthest was the winner and received a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans as a prize.

Initially, Chris didn't support this game, thinking that just throwing the gnomes away was enough, and there was no need to use a bat.

Until one day, he discovered that the Mandrakes he had painstakingly cultivated for a year, which were almost ready to mature, had been dug up and destroyed by the gnomes. After that, he no longer stopped Kyle.

Even on Christmas a few days later, he gave Kyle a finely crafted bat, signed by a Wimbourne Wasps Beater.

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

Today was no exception.

"This isn't fair."

Looking at Kyle's signed bat and then at the stick he had picked up, Ron said with a grim face, "The equipment difference is too big."

"It's not that exaggerated. Equipment is secondary; what's important is having the determination to win. I win not because my equipment is better, but because I want to win more than you do," Kyle said calmly, picking out a red bean and tossing it to Ron. "Also, Ron, before you complain about the equipment, at least try to beat Ginny. Her bat is much smaller than yours."

There were five people participating in the game, and Ron was the last, even trailing behind Ginny by several meters.

Kyle's words made Ron's face turn red; losing to his younger sister in this area was indeed not a proud moment.

However, his attention was quickly drawn to the Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean Kyle had thrown him.

Bright red, it looked very beautiful, and the taste… was raspberry!

Indeed, the Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans Kyle gave were never bad.

The sweet taste in his mouth made Ron's eyes squint in pleasure, and he couldn't help but feel a bit envious. He wondered how Kyle always managed to pick out the best-tasting beans.

He, on the other hand, always got liver, spinach, or even dragon dung flavors.

The pungent, fermented, and rotten fruit taste was unbearable, and just thinking about it made Ron's stomach churn.