In a three-story building near Ottery St. Catchpole village, eleven-year-old Kyle Joba was standing by the window, intently studying the parchment in his hand.

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Chief Wizard of Wizengamot, President of the International Confederation of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Joba,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of required books and supplies.

The term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by July 31st.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress

...

Yes, it was indeed the acceptance letter from Hogwarts.

Since crossing over here eleven years ago, Kyle had been waiting for this day.

As for why he was so certain, it was simple: there were several other special families living not far next door.

Among them, Kyle was most familiar with the contrary editor, Lovegood, and the Weasley family.

Especially the latter, with their incredibly bizarre house and the entire family sporting red hair, instantly confirmed for Kyle the nature of this world.

It is worth mentioning that living here also indicated that this incarnation of Kyle came from a wizarding family as well.

His father, Chris Joba, worked at the Ministry of Magic as the Deputy Director of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and the Director of the Beast Division. Thanks to a hereditary talent for communicating with magical creatures, he was also a renowned magizoologist and one of the few students of Newt Scamander.

His mother, Diana, also worked at the Ministry, but in the Department of Mysteries; however, Kyle didn’t know exactly what she did. He had tried various indirect methods to find out, but all had failed. Clearly, his parents were quite adept at keeping secrets, revealing not even the slightest hint of information.

As for their family background... well, since his ancestors had not produced any prominent figures, it could only be described as ordinary, far from those famous surnames like Dumbledore or Grindelwald.

Nevertheless, Kyle was very content; at least his parents were wizards, and getting into Hogwarts was certainly not an issue.

Unless he was a squib.

That had already been ruled out after his first magical outburst at the age of three.

Though he had known this day would come, when the owl actually pecked open his room's window with the envelope, Kyle was so excited he nearly jumped up.

He held that parchment like a treasure, not letting go even while sleeping, glancing at it from time to time.

...

"Dear, you've been looking at that acceptance letter for three days now; can you put it down? I assure you it's definitely real!"

Chris looked at his son, who had started grinning foolishly again, with some helplessness and reminded him, "Don't forget we have plans today to go to Diagon Alley with the Weasley family; don't keep them waiting."

"Okay, Dad, I'm coming!"

At his words, Kyle hurriedly put away the Hogwarts acceptance letter he'd read countless times, quickly stood up, and knocked on a nearby wooden post: "Groot, I'm leaving."

As soon as he finished speaking, a small green creature jumped out and waved at Kyle.

Kyle's family had magical creatures, but not many. Besides the tree guardian Niffler named Groot, there was also a cat-fox named Tom.

Although Chris, as the Deputy Director of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, could easily keep a dozen or twenty magical creatures, he did not do so. Even Groot and Tom remained only because they refused to leave.

It wasn't that Chris didn't like magical creatures; rather, he believed that such beings shouldn't be kept close to wizards.

Creatures kept nearby could only be called pets.

On this viewpoint, this typically gentle middle-aged gentleman, known as a bit of a softy in the Ministry, was quite resolute.

His opinion was also supported by Newt Scamander.

Newt also believed that magical creatures should belong in nature, and he had always acted accordingly.

As for why there were so many magical creatures in his extraordinary suitcase, it was purely due to Newt's unique constitution.

Kyle had met this old man more than once, so he could be sure.

Just like a certain magical grim reaper elementary school student, Newt Scamander had a similar constitution.

Kyle clearly remembered that when he was five years old and out for a walk in the garden with Newt, he witnessed a Bowtruckle dive straight into Newt's arms.

After all, Bowtruckles are natural masters of Disapparition; they may not be very smart and do not hide themselves like other magical creatures, but they possess a strong sense of territory and danger.

Once they sense a wizard or any other threatening being approaching, they will flee immediately.

The first sentence in "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" states that they can only be observed from a distance, but cannot be approached.

Yet, this very Bowtruckle had precisely darted into Newt's arms.

It was simply absurd.

Then, when he was seven years old, he went out with Newt again and encountered a Fire Lizard.

At eight, he saw an injured unicorn.

At ten, he almost got caught in a cauldron by a Fire Crab.

...

Among these magical creatures, some had escaped after being smuggled into the British wizarding world, while others had wandered over for some reason; they always seemed to appear next to Newt in the most astonishing ways.

And this was still on the premise that Newt had been staying at home.

Back when he was carrying a suitcase full of magical creatures around the world to return them home, the situation was much more serious than it is now.

For every magical creature he returned home, a dozen or twenty new ones would come crashing in; over time, it was a wonder he managed to keep the number of creatures in his suitcase low.

...

With such a special talent, it's no wonder Newt was placed on nearly every Ministry's blacklist.

After all, the magical creatures had not had good tempers before encountering Newt, especially the injured ones and those with young; they would explode at the slightest provocation.

Just imagine, you're leisurely sipping afternoon tea on the street when suddenly a crazed human-headed sphinx or a venomous leopard jumps out beside you... Ugh, the image alone could make one break out in a cold sweat, right?

So, what about Gellert or Voldemort? The Dark Lord needs to do the destruction himself? Please, that's weak.

Look at Newt; if he wants something to disappear, he doesn't even need to lift a finger—just buy a plane ticket, stay for three to five days, drink some coffee, enjoy the scenery, and he doesn't even need to touch the aftermath.

One could say Grandma Tina is great; with her own power, she sealed Newt beside her. It’s no exaggeration to say the whole world owes her a Merlin First Class medal.

But it is tough luck for the British wizarding world.

According to incomplete statistics, ever since Newt settled in Dorset, incidents involving magical creatures in the department have begun to increase exponentially, and the British wizarding world has inexplicably become the favorite dumping ground for smugglers, bar none.

Fortunately, although incidents of all sizes have not ceased over the years, none have caused any serious impact; at most, some poor soul has suffered minor injuries.

Perhaps being the birthplace of Uncle Newt has provided some passive buffs.

However, Chris was not so lucky; due to his job, he had to work overtime for several days every once in a while.

But judging by Kyle's expression, he probably enjoyed it.

...

As Kyle reached the door, he finally noticed that besides Chris standing at the entrance, his mother, Diana, had also unusually returned early from the Ministry, standing there with a gentle smile watching him.

Her black hair was meticulously groomed, and the black robe with white trim fit her well and looked elegant; when she looked at Kyle, her light blue eyes were filled with tenderness.

Elegant and intelligent.

This was Kyle's long-held impression of Diana.

Instinctively, Kyle turned to look at Chris... well, he was a bit handsome, and one could vaguely see some of his youthful charm; the two made a rather suitable pair.

Most importantly, Chris wasn't bald; even approaching forty, the distance between his hairline and eyebrows was still only about an inch. This was a stark contrast to Mr. Weasley next door.

Of course, with such strong genes, Kyle's appearance was naturally not far off; among those he knew, he could at least rank first, showing signs of being a disaster to the country at such a young age.

Of course, that didn’t matter; Kyle never took it to heart—he wasn’t making a living based on looks.

"Sorry I'm late."

Kyle walked between the two, saying apologetically.

"If you could put that acceptance letter away, you probably wouldn't be late, and Hogwarts wouldn't leave Britain just because you didn't take care of the letter."

Chris teased Kyle, telling an improvised joke.

Uh, let's just call it a joke; at least Chris laughed happily after saying it.

As for Kyle, even though he didn't understand what Chris was laughing about, he still politely tugged at the corner of his mouth, considering it a favor to his dad.

Fortunately, this situation didn't last long.

"Alright, it's getting late; we need to head out."

Diana smiled slightly, interrupting the awkward interaction between father and son, and took Kyle's hand: "There are many things to buy for school; we need to hurry over, and it's impolite to keep the Weasley family waiting."

With that, accompanied by a crisp bang, she disappeared with Kyle from the spot.

Seeing this, Chris quickly followed with a Disapparation.

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