Hogwarts: I Am an Exemplary Wizard

Chapter 6: Chapter 6: Before the Start of School

In the days that followed, Kael was very busy, holed up in his room trying out various charms.

Don’t be fooled by the fact that he hails from a wizard family, but before enrolling, he had very few opportunities to cast magic, almost none at all.

First of all, whether it’s Chris or Diana, wands are extremely important to them, you might even say it’s their second life, so they certainly wouldn’t just toss them to Kael to play with.

Only at Christmas every year, or on Kael’s birthday, would he get a chance to indulge a bit.

Of course, Kael knew the importance and only performed spells like the Lighting Spell or the Unlocking Charm, which even if failed, wouldn’t have any side effects on the wand.

Another point is wand compatibility.

Even though he’s the son of Chris and Diana, their wands don’t show Kael any favor, the feeling of resistance is quite evident.

Especially Diana’s wand, in Kael’s hands, it was no different from an ordinary stick, no matter how much he recited a charm, he couldn’t get any response.

So, most of Kael’s time was spent dealing with Quidditch, herbs, and Fantastic Beasts, and he rarely got to truly engage with charms.

After waiting eleven years, he finally has his own wand, so he has to release it properly, right?

Chris didn’t object to this either, and occasionally he would enthusiastically give some pointers, indulging in the role of a teacher.

As a result, Kael’s room was constantly flickering with different charms.

The first few days were fine, Kael was practicing basic charms that wouldn’t affect others.

But as time went on, and Kael mastered more charms, problems began to arise.

...

On the dining table in the living room, while sipping his tea, Chris watched as the teacup opposite him suddenly rose from the table and leisurely floated upstairs.

However, Chris seemed accustomed to this, calmly resetting the cup on the table and lightly tapping it with his wand.

After finishing that, he raised his head and shouted, ”Kael, when you cast the Summoning Charm, be sure to set the target in your mind. Also, I suggest you start with summoning a quill, or parchment works too, at least they won’t break if they fall.”

”Okay, Dad.”

Kael responded, but whether he was listening or not, Chris couldn’t be sure, most likely not.

After all, such situations had played out several times, and the number of Repairing Charms he’s cast today exceeded the total from the past ten years. He’s had to apply the Anti-Summoning Charm on every fragile item in the house for this reason.

”Whoosh...”

While pondering, a piece of bread quickly flew over his head, then with a ”plop,” stuck to the ceiling.

”...”

It must be admitted, in terms of effect alone, Kael’s progress was quite substantial; at least the speed of the Summoning Charm this time was much faster than the last.

”Sigh!”

Chris sighed, calmly waved his wand to send the bread back to the kitchen, and inwardly admired Diana’s wisdom and foresight.

Thanks to her confiscating Kael’s cauldron on the first day, otherwise, who knows what this house would turn into.

Eleven-year-old wizards are notoriously irritating, just like the Weasley family next door, his family is no exception.

Fortunately, these days are about to end, Hogwarts starts tomorrow.

This is really good news!

Chris picked up his tea, took a leisurely sip.

...

Time quickly reached evening.

Because Diana had a task, she didn’t return.

Knowing nothing about cooking, Chris gladly accepted Mrs. Weasley’s kind invitation, bringing Kael and some prepared ingredients to the Shabby Residence nearby for dinner.

His actions predictably drew Mrs. Weasley’s displeasure, as she felt bringing ingredients when visiting was wrong and showed distrust in their friendship, scolding him thoroughly.

Chris did not argue, tossing his items into the kitchen with a smile and agreeing pleasantly.

As for Kael, he naturally mixed with the Weasley kids.

He was quite unfazed by the scene; lacking a little elf at their home, whenever Diana had tasks and couldn’t return, they’d go to the Weasley family for dinner.

This scenario is played out every time they visit, it’s become a routine show.

In an open area not far away, Kael was helping clear out goblins with several Weasleys.

The clearing was just a game.

One person grabbed the goblin’s legs and tossed it into the sky, another holding a bat swung at it like a bludger, and the one who hit the farthest was the game’s winner, earning a box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Bean.

Initially, Chris didn’t support their game, thinking throwing the goblins out was sufficient, no need for bats.

Until one day, he discovered his Cloak Grass, nurtured painstakingly for a year and almost ripe, was entirely dug up by the goblins, and he no longer stopped Kael.

On Christmas a few days later, he even gifted Kael a finely crafted bat, signed by the Wimbourne Wasps’ Beater.

The bat felt great in use, providing excellent feedback; to date, it’s helped Kael win the championship five times.

Today was no exception.

”This isn’t fair.”

Looking at Kael’s signed bat and the random stick in his own hand, Ron said with a sour face, ”The equipment gap is too big.”

”It’s not that exaggerated; equipment is secondary. What’s really important is having the dedication to win in your heart. I win not because my equipment is good, but simply because I want to win more than you.” Kael calmly said, casually tossing a red bean over: ”Besides, Ron, before you complain about equipment, at least surpass Ginny, her stick is much smaller than yours.”

There were five players in total, Ron placed last, even Ginny’s score exceeded his by several meters.

After Kael spoke, Ron’s face flushed, losing to his sister in this regard truly wasn’t a glorious matter.

But his attention soon shifted to the Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Bean Kael tossed to him.

Bright red, looking quite lovely, the taste... raspberry!

Indeed, the Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Bean Kael gives out is always delicious.

The sweet sensation in his mouth made Ron squint instinctively, unable to help feeling some envy, wondering how Kael managed to always pick the best-flavored beans.

He couldn’t do that, every time he ended up with liver or spinach, and he even once ate one that tasted like dragon dung.

The kind of stench mixed with fermented rotten berry taste was simply unbeatable; whenever Ron thought about it, his stomach churned.