Even though he came from a wizard family, he didn't have many opportunities to cast magic before entering school, and it could even be said that they were very rare.

First of all, for both Chris and Diana, the wand is extremely important to them. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is their second life. They certainly cannot just give it to Kyle to play with.

Kyle is only allowed to enjoy it at Christmas every year and on his birthday.

Of course, Kyle also knew the importance of the spells, so he cast the Illumination Spell or the Unlocking Spell, which had no side effects on the wand even if they failed.

Another point is the matching degree of the wand.

Even though he was the son of Chris and Diana, their wands did not give Kyle any respect, and the resistance was very obvious.

Especially Diana's wand, which was no different from an ordinary stick in Kyle's hand. No matter how much he chanted, there was no response at all.

So Kyle had spent most of his time dealing with Quidditch, herbs, and magical creatures, and rarely came into contact with real spells.

After eleven years of waiting, I finally have my own magic wand and I have to use it properly.

Chris had no objection to this, and he would occasionally give some enthusiastic guidance to satisfy his desire to be a teacher.

Therefore, different spells were flashing in Kyle's room almost every moment.

It was fine in the first few days, Kyle was just practicing some basic spells and it didn't affect others.

But as time went on, as Kyle mastered more and more spells, problems began to arise.

…

Chris, who was drinking black tea at the dining table in the living room, watched as the teacup placed opposite him suddenly left the table and began to slowly float upstairs.

But Chris seemed to be accustomed to this. He calmly put the teacup back on the table and tapped it lightly with his magic wand.

After doing all this, he raised his head and shouted, "Kyle, be sure to determine the target in your mind when you recite the flying spell. In addition, I suggest you start by summoning a quill or parchment. At least they will not break when they fall."

"Okay, Dad."

Kyle responded, but Chris didn't know whether he heard it or not. He thought it was probably no.

After all, situations like today had already happened several times, and he had recited more repair spells in one day than in the past ten years combined. For this reason, he had to cast anti-flying spells on every fragile item in his home.

“Swoosh…”

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

“…”

It must be admitted that judging from the effect alone, Kyle has made great progress. At least the speed of the flying spell this time is much faster than last time.

"well!"

Chris sighed, waved his wand calmly, and sent the bread back to the kitchen. At the same time, he admired Diana's wisdom and foresight in his heart.

Fortunately, she confiscated Kyle's cauldron on the first day, otherwise who knows what would have become of this family.

The eleven-year-old wizard was indeed notoriously hated by everyone, and this was true for Weasley next door, and his family was no exception.

Fortunately, these days are coming to an end, as Hogwarts will start school tomorrow.

This is such great news!

Chris picked up the tea and took a sip with a satisfied look on his face.

…

Diana did not come back because she had a mission.

Chris, who knew nothing about cooking, gladly accepted Mrs. Weasley's invitation and brought Kyle and some prepared ingredients to the Burrow not far away for a meal.

Unsurprisingly, his behavior caused dissatisfaction among Mrs. Weasley, who thought it was wrong for him to bring food when visiting her house, and that it was a sign of distrust in the friendship between the two parties, so she started to scold him.

Chris didn't refute. He just threw the things in his hands into the kitchen and agreed with a smile.

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

He was no longer surprised by the scene before him.

There were no elves in their house, so whenever Diana was on a mission and couldn't come back, the father and son would come to the Weasley house for meals.

This kind of scene happens every time I come here. It has become a regular program.

In an open space not far away, Kyle was helping to clean up the goblins with a few Weasleys.

It's called cleaning, but actually it's just playing.

One person grabs the legs of the goblin and throws it into the air, while another person holds a wooden stick and hits the goblin away like a bludger. The one who hits the goblin the farthest is the winner of the game and gets the first prize, a box of Bibi Every-Flavor Beans.

At first, Chris did not support their game, thinking that they could just throw the goblins out and there was no need to use a bat.

He never stopped Kyle again until one day he discovered that the grass cloak he had worked so hard to cultivate for a year, which was about to mature, had been dug up by the goblins.

He even gave Kyle a well-made bat signed by the Wimbourne Wasps batsman a few days later for Christmas.

The bat is very easy to use and feels great when hitting. So far, it has helped Kyle win five consecutive championships.

Today is no exception.

“That’s not fair.”

Looking at Kyle's autographed baseball bat, and then at the wooden stick he picked up at random, Ron said with a bitter face, "The equipment gap is too big."

"It's not that exaggerated. Equipment and other things are secondary. What's important is to have the belief that you can win. I can win not because my equipment is good, but because I want to win more than you do."

Kyle said calmly, picking up a red bean and throwing it over: "Also, Ron, before you complain about the equipment, at least you should beat Ginny. The stick she uses is much smaller than yours."

There were five people participating in the game, and Ron was the last one. Even Ginny's result was several meters ahead of him.

After Kyle finished speaking, Ron's face suddenly turned red. It was indeed not a glorious thing to lose to his sister in this aspect.

However, his attention was soon attracted by the Bibi Every Flavour Beans thrown by Kyle.

It’s bright red, looks beautiful, and as for the flavor… it’s raspberry!

Sure enough, the every-flavor beans that Kyle gave Bibi were always delicious.

The sweet feeling in his mouth made Ron squint his eyes unconsciously. At the same time, he couldn't help but feel a little envious. He really didn't know how Kyle did it. He could pick out the best-tasting Bibi Multi-Flavor Beans every time.

He couldn't do it. Every time he ate it, it was either pork liver or spinach, and he even ate something that tasted like dragon dung.

The fishy smell mixed with the smell of fermented rotten berries was simply unbeatable. Ron felt his stomach churning whenever he thought of it.

(End of this chapter)