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For the next few days, Kyle had a very fulfilling time. Every day he would be in his room trying out various spells.

Even though he came from a wizarding family, he didn't have many opportunities to use magic before school. You could even say that he had very few opportunities.

First of all, both Chris and Diana considered their wands extremely important, even their second lives. They definitely couldn't just hand them over to Kyle to play with.

Only on Christmas every year, and on Kyle's birthday, would they let him have a go.

Of course, Kyle knew the importance of things. He only cast Lumos or Alohomora, spells that wouldn't have any side effects on the wand even if they failed.

Another thing was wand compatibility.

Even though he was the son of Chris and Diana, their wands didn't give Kyle any face. The feeling of rejection was very obvious.

Diana's wand, in particular, was no different from a normal stick in Kyle's hand. No matter how much he chanted, he got no response.

So, most of Kyle's time before was spent with Quidditch, Herbology, and magical creatures. He rarely touched spells.

He had waited for eleven years and finally had his wand. He had to unleash it.

Chris didn't object to this, and he would sometimes excitedly give pointers, satisfying his craving to be a teacher.

As a result, different spells were flashing in Kyle's room almost all the time.

It was fine for the first few days, as Kyle was practicing basic spells that wouldn't affect anyone.

But as time went on and Kyle learned more and more spells, problems started to appear.

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At the dining table in the living room, Chris was sitting and drinking tea. He watched in astonishment as the teacup placed opposite him suddenly left the table and began to float slowly towards the upstairs.

But Chris seemed to be used to this. He calmly pressed the teacup back onto the table and lightly tapped it with his wand.

After doing all of this, he raised his head and shouted, "Kyle, when you cast Accio, make sure you have a clear target in mind. Also, I suggest you start with summoning a quill, or parchment. At least they won't break."

"Okay, Dad."

Kyle responded, but whether he listened, Chris didn't know. He guessed that he probably didn't.

After all, this situation had already played out several times today. He had cast more Repairing Charms today than in the past ten years combined. He had to cast a counter-charm on every breakable object in the house.

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"Whoosh..."

Just as he was thinking, a piece of bread flew past his head and stuck to the ceiling with a "splat".

"..."

It must be admitted that, in terms of effect, Kyle had made significant progress. At least this time, the Accio spell was much faster than before.

"Sigh!"

Chris sighed, calmly waved his wand, sent the bread back to the kitchen, and couldn't help but admire Diana's wisdom and foresight.

Thank goodness she had confiscated Kyle's cauldron on the first day. Otherwise, he didn't know what the house would have become.

Eleven-year-old wizards were notoriously hated by both humans and animals. It was the case with the Weasleys, and it was no different at his house.

Fortunately, this period was almost over. Hogwarts was starting tomorrow.

It was great news!

Chris picked up his tea and took a leisurely sip.

...

It quickly got to the evening.

Diana was away on a mission and didn't come back.

Chris, who couldn't cook at all, happily accepted Mrs. Weasley's invitation and brought Kyle and some prepared ingredients to The Burrow, not far away, to mooch off dinner.

Unsurprisingly, his action drew Mrs. Weasley's displeasure. She felt that it was wrong for him to bring ingredients when he came to visit and that it was a lack of trust in their friendship. She gave him a good scolding.

Chris didn't refute anything. He threw the stuff in his hands into the kitchen and just smiled and agreed with her.

As for Kyle, he had naturally blended into the Weasley children.

He was used to this scene.

Their house didn't have house elves, so whenever Diana was away on a mission, he and his dad would go to the Weasleys for dinner.

And this kind of scene would play out every time they came. It was a regular program.

On the empty ground nearby, Kyle was helping the Weasley kids clear out gnomes.

They called it clearing, but it was just playing.

One person would grab a gnome by the legs and throw it into the air, while another person would hold a stick and knock the gnome away like playing Quidditch. The person who hit the gnome the furthest would be the winner of the game and get the first prize, a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans.

At first, Chris didn't agree with their game. He thought that they should just throw the gnomes out, there was no need to use a stick.

Until one day, he found that his Cloakweed, which he had lovingly cultivated for a year and was about to mature, was completely dug up by these gnomes. Since then, he never stopped Kyle.

He even gave Kyle a well-made bat for Christmas a few days later, signed by the Chudley Cannons Beater.

The bat was very smooth to use and felt great to hit with. So far, it had helped Kyle win five championships in a row.

Today was no exception.

"It's not fair."

Looking at Kyle's signature bat, then at the stick he had picked up, Ron complained with a long face, "The equipment gap is too big."

"Not that big. Equipment is secondary. What matters is your belief in victory. The reason I win isn't because my equipment is good, it's because I want to win more than you."

Kyle said calmly, casually throwing a red bean over, "Besides, Ron, before complaining about equipment, you should at least win against Ginny. Her stick is much smaller than yours."

Five people were playing the game. Ron was last. Even Ginny's score was a few meters further than his.

After Kyle finished speaking, Ron's face flushed red. Losing his little sister in this was not a glorious thing.

But his attention was quickly drawn to the Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans that Kyle had thrown.

Bright red, it looked beautiful. As for the flavor... raspberry!

As expected, the Every Flavour Beans that Kyle gave were never bad.

The sweet taste in his mouth made Ron subconsciously squint his eyes. He also felt a little envious. He didn't know how Kyle did it, but he always picked out the best-tasting beans.

He couldn't. Every time it was either liver or spinach. He even once got a dragon dung flavor.

That fishy smell mixed with the fermented rotten berry flavor was simply unbeatable. Whenever Ron thought about it, he felt his stomach churning.

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