In the next few days, Kyle lived a very fulfilling life. He stayed in his room every day and tried various spells.

Even though he comes from a wizarding family, before enrolling in school, he had not many, or even very few, opportunities to cast magic.

First of all, whether it is Chris or Diana, the wand is an extremely important thing to them. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is even a second life. It certainly cannot be left to Kyle to play with.

Only at Christmas and on Kyle's birthday every year would he be able to enjoy it.

Of course, Kyle also knew the importance, and the spells he cast were all lighting spells, or lock-picking spells, which even if they failed, would have no side effects on the wand.

Another point is the matching of the wands.

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

Especially Diana's wand, in Kyle's hand, it was no different from an ordinary stick. No matter how many times he chanted the spell, he could not get any response.

Therefore, Kyle spent most of his time dealing with Quidditch, herbs, and magical animals, and rarely had actual contact with magic.

After waiting for eleven years, I finally have my own magic wand, so I have to give it a try.

Chris had no objections to this, and occasionally he would enthusiastically give pointers, enjoying the addiction of being a teacher.

Therefore, Kyle's room was flashing with different spells almost every moment.

Fortunately, Kyle practiced some basic spells in the past few days and it would not affect others.

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

…

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

However, Chris seemed to have been used to this for a long time. He put the tea cup back on the table with a calm expression and tapped it lightly with his wand.

After doing all this, he raised his head and shouted: "Kyle, when you recite the flying spell, you must set a good goal in your mind. In addition, I suggest you start by summoning a quill, or parchment, at least

They cannot be broken."

"Okay, Dad."

Kyle responded, but Chris didn't know whether he heard it or not. He felt that there was a high probability that he didn't.

After all, situations like today have happened several times. He has recited more repair spells in this day than in the past ten years combined. For this reason, he had to cast spells on every fragile item in the house.

Counterattack curse.

"Whoosh..."

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

"..."

It must be admitted that in terms of effects 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 magic wand calmly, and sent the piece of bread back to the kitchen. At the same time, he also sighed in his heart at Diana's wisdom and foresight.

Thanks to her confiscating Kyle's cauldron on the first day, otherwise this family wouldn't know what would have become.

The eleven-year-old wizard is indeed famous for hating people and dogs. The same goes for the Weasleys next door, and his family is no exception.

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

This is really good news!

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

…

Time soon came to evening.

Diana did not come back because she had a mission.

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

Not surprisingly, his behavior aroused dissatisfaction with Mrs. Weasley, who believed that it was wrong for him to bring food as a guest, and that it showed distrust in the friendship between the two parties, so she scolded him.

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

As for Kyle, he has naturally mixed up with the Weasley children.

He had long been accustomed to seeing this scene before him.

There were no elves in their family, so whenever Diana had a mission and couldn't come back, the two of them would come to Weasley's house for dinner.

The scene in front of me will be staged every time I come here. It is a fixed program.

In the open space not far away, Kyle and several Weasleys were helping to clean up the goblins.

They say they are cleaning, but they are actually just playing.

One person grabs the goblin's legs and throws it into the sky. The other person holds a wooden stick and knocks the goblin away like a bludger. The one who hits the farthest is the winner of this game and can get the first place.

The reward is a box of Bibi's multi-flavor beans.

At first, Chris didn't support their game, thinking that it was enough to just throw the goblins out, and there was no need to use a bat.

Until one day he found that the cloak grass that he had worked hard to cultivate for a year and was about to mature was dug up by these goblins, and he never stopped Kyle again.

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 signature bat and then at the wooden stick he picked up casually in his hand, Ron said with a bitter face: "The equipment gap is too big."

"It's not that exaggerated. Equipment and everything are secondary. The important thing is to have the belief that you will win. I can win, not because my equipment is good, but because I want to win more than you."

Kyle said calmly, and picked out a red bean and threw it over: "Also, Ron, before you complain about the equipment, you must at least beat Ginny. The wooden stick she uses is much smaller than that of you." Already."

There were five people participating in the game, and Ron was the last one. Even Ginny's score 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.

But his attention was soon attracted by the Bibi's all-flavored beans that Kyle tossed.

Bright red, looks beautiful, and tastes... raspberry!

Sure enough, the Bibi multi-flavored beans Kyle gave me were never bad.

The sweet feeling in his mouth made Ron squint his eyes unconsciously, and at the same time he couldn't help but feel a trace of envy in his heart. I really don't know how Kyle did it, but he could pick out the best-tasting Bibido every time. Flavored beans.

He couldn't help it. Every time it was either pork liver or spinach, he even tasted something that smelled like dragon dung.
Chapter completed!