MTL - Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 6 Before the start of school

 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 even say it is a second life. It certainly cannot be left to Kyle casually.

 Only every Christmas and Kyle’s birthday would let him have fun with it.

Of course, Kyle also knows the importance, and all he casts are lighting spells, or lock-picking spells, which even if they fail, have no side effects on the wand.

Another point is the matching of 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, which was no different from an ordinary stick in Kyle's hand. No matter how many times he chanted the spell, he couldn't get any reaction.

 So Kyle had 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 good try.

Chris had no objection to this, and occasionally he would enthusiastically give pointers, just like being a teacher.

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

 It was okay the past few days. Kyle practiced some basic spells and it would not affect others.

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

 …

At 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 pressed the teacup back on the table with a calm expression and tapped it lightly with the wand.

After doing all this, he raised his head and shouted: "Kyle, when you recite the flying spell, you must determine the goal in your mind. In addition, I suggest you start by summoning a quill, or parchment, at least They can’t be broken.”

 “Okay, Dad.”

Kyle responded, but whether he heard it or not, Chris didn’t know. 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 put anti-flying spells on every fragile item in the house.

 “Whoosh…”

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

　　　…”

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 still doesn't know what would have become.

The eleven-year-old wizard is indeed known to hate people and dogs. This is true for the Weasleys next door, and his family is no exception.

 Fortunately, these days are coming to an end, and Hogwarts starts tomorrow.

 This is really good news!

Chris picked up the black tea and took a sip with a satisfied expression.

　　…　　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 from Mrs. Weasley, who thought it was wrong for him to bring food as a guest, and it also showed distrust in the friendship between the two parties, so she scolded him.

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

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

The scene before him was already familiar to him.

There are no elves in their family, so whenever Diana has a mission and cannot come back, the two of them will come to the Weasley 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.

 It is said to be cleaning, but in fact it is 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. As a reward, a box of Bibi's All-Flavour Beans.

At first, Chris did not support their game, thinking that it would be 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, he never stopped Kyle again.

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

The bat is very easy to use and feels great when hitting. So far, it has helped Kyle win the championship five times in a row.

 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 grimace: "The equipment gap is too big."

"It's not that exaggerated. Equipment and everything else are secondary. The important thing is to have the belief that you must 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." ”

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 regard.

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

 Bright red, looks very beautiful, tastes like... raspberry!

 Sure enough, the Bibi’s multi-flavor beans that Kyle gave me were always delicious.

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 ate something that smelled like dragon dung.

The fishy smell mixed with the smell of rotten fermented berries was simply unbeatable, and Ron felt his stomach churn just thinking about it.

 (End of this chapter)