In the following days, Kyle felt very fulfilled, spending each day cozily in his room trying out various spells. Despite coming from a wizarding family, he had very few opportunities to cast magic before starting school; it could even be said that those chances were extremely limited.

Firstly, whether it was Chris or Diana, their wands were incredibly important to them; it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say they were like a second life, and they definitely couldn’t just be casually handed over to Kyle to play with. He could only get his hands on them during Christmas each year and on his birthday just to indulge a little.

Of course, Kyle understood the weight of the situation, and the spells he practiced were mostly illumination charms or unlocking charms—those that wouldn’t have any adverse effects on the wand even if he failed. Another point was the compatibility of the wand. Even though he was the son of Chris and Diana, their wands showed no favor toward Kyle; the feeling of resistance was very apparent. Especially with Diana’s wand, it felt no different from an ordinary stick in Kyle’s hands, and no matter how hard he tried to cast spells, there was no reaction at all.

Thus, most of Kyle’s time before had been spent dealing with Quidditch, herbs, and magical creatures, with very little real interaction with spells. After waiting for eleven long years, he finally had his own wand, and he had to unleash some magic. Chris didn’t oppose this; in fact, he occasionally offered enthusiastic guidance, enjoying the role of teacher. Therefore, Kyle’s room was almost constantly filled with flashes of different spells.

The past few days had been fine; Kyle was practicing basic spells that wouldn’t affect anyone else. However, as time went on and the number of spells Kyle mastered increased, problems began to arise.

…

At the dining table in the living room, Chris was sipping his black tea when he suddenly watched the teacup across from him float off the table and slowly drift upstairs. However, Chris seemed quite accustomed to this, calmly placing the teacup back on the table and 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 clear about your target in your mind. Also, I suggest starting with summoning a feather quill or parchment; at least they won’t break if you drop them.”

“Okay, Dad.” Kyle replied, but Chris wasn’t sure if he really absorbed this advice; he felt it was likely that he hadn’t. After all, situations like today had already occurred several times; he had cast more repair spells today than in the past ten years combined. As a result, he had to place a Repelling Charm on every fragile item in the house.

“Whoosh…” Just as he was thinking about this, a piece of bread quickly flew over his head and then “splat” stuck to the ceiling.

“…” There was no denying that, from an effectiveness standpoint, Kyle had made significant progress; at least this time, the Summoning Charm’s speed was much faster than the last.

“Ah!” Chris sighed, calmly waving his wand to send the piece of bread back to the kitchen while internally marveling at Diana’s wisdom and foresight. Thanks to her confiscating Kyle’s cauldron on the first day, he could only imagine how chaotic their home might have become otherwise.

An eleven-year-old wizard was indeed notorious for being disliked, and the Weasleys next door were no exception, just like his own family. Fortunately, this kind of life was about to end; Hogwarts started tomorrow. That was truly good news! Chris lifted his cup of tea and took a leisurely sip.

…

Soon, evening arrived. Diana hadn’t returned due to a task. Clueless about cooking, Chris gladly accepted Mrs. Weasley’s generous invitation, bringing Kyle and some prepared ingredients to the Burrow for dinner. This action, unsurprisingly, drew Mrs. Weasley’s displeasure, as she believed it was inappropriate to bring ingredients when visiting, viewing it as a lack of trust in their friendship, and she scolded him.

Chris didn’t argue; he just tossed the items into the kitchen with a smile and went along with it. As for Kyle, he had naturally blended in with the Weasley kids. He was already used to this scene. They didn’t have house-elves, so whenever Diana had a task and couldn’t return, the two of them would go to the Weasley house for a meal. This kind of scene played out every time they came, a fixed routine, really.

Not far away in an open space, Kyle was helping some of the Weasleys catch a goblin. Though they called it catching, it was really just playing. One person would grab the goblin’s legs and throw it into the air, while another, wielding a stick, would hit the goblin away like a Quidditch ball. The one who hit it the farthest would be the winner of the game and receive a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans as a prize.

At first, Chris didn’t support this kind of game, thinking it was enough to just throw the goblins away without needing a stick. Until one day, he discovered that the Cloak Grass he had painstakingly nurtured for a year was all dug up by those goblins; he never stopped Kyle again. In fact, a few days later on Christmas, he even gifted 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 great; so far, it had helped Kyle win five championships in a row. Today was no exception.

“This isn’t fair.” Looking at Kyle’s signed bat and then at the stick he had randomly picked up, Ron said with a frown, “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 good, but simply because I want to win more than you do.” Kyle said calmly, casually tossing a red bean over: “Besides, Ron, before you complain about equipment, at least you should have beaten Ginny; her stick is a lot smaller than yours.”

There were a total of five people participating in the game, and Ron came in last place, even behind Ginny by several meters. After Kyle said this, Ron’s face turned bright red; losing to his sister in this regard was indeed not something to be proud of. However, his attention was quickly drawn to the Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean that Kyle had tossed his way.

The bright red color looked beautiful, and the flavor was… raspberry! Indeed, the Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans Kyle offered were never bad. The sweet sensation in his mouth made Ron unconsciously squint his eyes, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit envious. He really didn’t know how Kyle managed to pick out the best-tasting beans every time.

He, on the other hand, would always get either liver or spinach, and he had even tasted one that was dragon dung flavored. The combination of the stench mixed with the fermented rotten berry taste was simply unbeatable; just thinking about it made Ron feel his stomach churn.