《Harry potter - The secrets of hogwarts》


 The beginning

    Eleven-year-old Kyle Chopper stood by the window, carefully examining the parchment in his hand.


    **Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards)**


    **Dear Mr. Chopper,**


    We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of required books and supplies. The term begins on September 1. We await your owl by July 31.


    **Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress**


    ...


    That''s right, it was the acceptance letter from Hogwarts. Kyle had been waiting for this day since he arrived in this world eleven years ago. Why was he so certain this day would come? It was simple¡ªthere were a few other notable families living nearby.


    Among them, the one Kyle knew best was the Lovegood family, known for their work on *The Quibbler*, and of course, the Weasleys. The Weasleys, with their peculiar house and their family''s signature red hair, were especially easy to recognize, helping Kyle confirm the nature of this world.


    It''s also worth noting that Kyle''s family was magical too. His father, Chris Chopper, worked at the Ministry of Magic as the Deputy Director of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, and as the Head of the Beast Division. Thanks to a family gift for communicating with magical creatures, Chris was also a renowned magizoologist and a student of Newt Scamander.


    Kyle''s mother, Diana, worked in the Ministry as well, in the Department of Mysteries. Despite Kyle''s attempts to learn more about her work, she maintained a strict sense of secrecy, sharing no details. Clearly, Kyle''s parents were good at keeping secrets.


    Though the Choppers weren''t from a distinguished wizarding lineage like the Dumbledores or Grindelwalds, Kyle was content. At least both of his parents were wizards, which meant there wouldn''t be any issues with him attending Hogwarts¡ªunless he turned out to be a Squib. But that fear was put to rest after his first magical outburst when he was three years old.


    Even though he had long known this day would come, when the owl finally arrived and tapped on his window with the letter, Kyle could hardly contain his excitement. He held onto the parchment like a prized possession, keeping it close even while sleeping and frequently rereading it.


    "My dear, you''ve been staring at that acceptance letter for three days straight. Can you put it down? I assure you, it''s real!" Chris said, looking at his son with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.


    "Remember, we have plans to go to Diagon Alley with the Weasleys today. Don''t keep them waiting."


    "Okay, Dad, I''ll be right there," Kyle replied. He quickly tucked away the Hogwarts letter, stood up, and tapped on a nearby wooden stake. "Groot, I''m heading out."


    At his words, a little green creature jumped out and waved at Kyle. Kyle''s family had a few magical animals¡ªjust a Bowtruckle named Groot and a Kneazle named Tom. Despite Chris''s role in the Magical Creatures department, he preferred not to keep many creatures around. He believed that magical creatures should live in their natural habitats, not as pets for wizards. Even Groot and Tom stayed only because they chose to.


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    Chris''s philosophy was shared by Newt Scamander, who also believed in allowing magical creatures their freedom. Newt''s suitcase full of creatures was an exception born from his own unusual circumstances.


    Kyle had met Newt several times and knew him to have a special affinity for magical creatures. It seemed as if creatures were naturally drawn to him, similar to how danger seemed to follow certain individuals. Kyle vividly remembered walking in the garden with Newt when he was five and seeing a Demiguise leap straight into Newt''s arms. Even though Demiguises are naturally wary and quick to escape, this one trusted Newt immediately.


    This wasn''t an isolated incident. At seven, Kyle witnessed a salamander seeking out Newt. At eight, they encountered a wounded unicorn. At ten, they rescued a fire crab destined for a cauldron.


    These magical creatures seemed to find Newt wherever he went, even though he mostly stayed at home in his later years. When he was still traveling the world with his suitcase, the phenomenon was even more pronounced. For every creature he released back into the wild, many more would find their way to him. It''s no surprise that his enchanted case became a home to so many creatures.


    With such a unique talent, it''s no wonder Newt ended up on the radar of most wizarding governments. After all, many magical creatures can be unpredictable, especially if injured or protecting young. Imagine sipping tea on a quiet street when a distressed griffin or manticore suddenly appears nearby¡ªit''s enough to send shivers down anyone''s spine.


    So, who needs dark lords like Gellert or Voldemort when you have Uncle Newt? He could stir up trouble just by taking a trip somewhere. He wouldn''t even need to lift a wand¡ªjust let the creatures come to him.


    In light of this, it''s fair to say that Tina deserves immense credit for keeping Newt close and the magical world a bit safer. She probably deserves a First-Class Order of Merlin herself.


    The British wizarding community has had its share of challenges due to Newt''s presence in Dorset. Reports of magical creatures have surged, and smuggling activities have also increased. However, despite numerous incidents, none have led to major disasters, with only minor injuries occurring occasionally. Maybe Newt''s home offers some sort of protective charm that keeps the chaos manageable.


    Chris, on the other hand, wasn''t so lucky. His job often required him to put in long hours at the Ministry to handle these situations. Yet, Kyle suspected his father didn''t mind too much.


    When Kyle reached the door, he was surprised to see his mother, Diana, back early from the Ministry. She stood there with a warm smile. Her long black hair was neatly styled, and her black robes with white trim looked both elegant and refined. Her light blue eyes softened as she looked at Kyle, radiating a gentle warmth.


    To Kyle, Diana had always been the image of elegance and intelligence. He turned to glance at Chris¡ªwell, his dad was handsome in his own way, with a bit of youthful charm still lingering. Together, they made a good pair.


    Most importantly, Chris wasn''t balding. Even at nearly forty, his hairline hadn''t receded much, in contrast to Mr. Weasley next door.


    Thanks to their strong genes, Kyle was considered quite good-looking for his age, though he didn''t think much of it. He had no intention of relying on his looks for anything.


    "Sorry, I''m late," Kyle said sheepishly as he joined his parents.


    "If you put that acceptance letter down, you might be on time," Chris joked. "I promise, Hogwarts won''t move just because you''ve stopped looking at the letter."


    Well, it was supposed to be a joke¡ªat least, Chris laughed. Kyle, not entirely sure why, gave his dad a polite smile to play along.


    Fortunately, the awkward moment didn''t last long.


    "Alright, it''s time to go," Diana interjected with a gentle smile. She took Kyle''s hand. "We have a lot to buy for your school supplies, and we shouldn''t keep the Weasleys waiting."


    With a crisp *crack*, she Disapparated with Kyle. Chris followed closely behind, vanishing with another pop.


    ...


    (End of this chapter)

 Chapter 2

    The Leaky Cauldron, established in the early sixteenth century, is a favorite gathering place for wizards. It serves as the gateway to Diagon Alley, the only wizard street in the British wizarding world.


    When Diana led Kyle inside and opened the door, the previously noisy bar fell silent instantly, as if someone had pressed a pause button. The atmosphere was as quiet as a high school evening study session¡ªyou could hear a pin drop. This tense silence persisted until Chris entered, though even then, the room didn''t return to its earlier state; the patrons seemed to be deliberately keeping their voices low.


    However, there was an exception. Tom, the bar''s owner, approached with a surprised expression. "Oh, Diana, long time no see! Would you like a drink? It''s on the house."


    "Next time, Tom," Diana replied with a smile. She patted Kyle on the shoulder and gestured towards the Weasley family, who were walking over. "We need to head to Diagon Alley for some shopping, so we don''t have much time."


    "Of course," Tom said, understandingly. "Time flies. Little Kyle is already eleven, so he''s getting his supplies for Hogwarts?"


    "Yes," Diana replied with a smile.


    "That makes sense, then. Go ahead, you know the way," Tom said, stepping aside to clear a path. He then turned to Kyle and added, "Just remember, if you mess with the trash can again, I''ll write a complaint to Hogwarts. Merlin''s beard, do you know how anxious the new students were when they couldn''t get into Diagon Alley last time? You can''t keep giving extra work to an old man with weak legs."


    Kyle felt embarrassed being called out for his previous mischief. This wasn''t his first time in Diagon Alley, but as a time traveler, he thought it was practically a requirement to move the trash can when he arrived. But, of course, he couldn''t admit that in front of his parents. So, Kyle simply smiled and said, "I promise I won''t do it again."


    Tom took this in stride, but Diana raised an eyebrow and looked thoughtfully at her son. Her intuition told her something was off with his response, but she didn''t press further since the Weasleys had arrived.


    "Oh, Kyle, dear!" Mrs. Molly Weasley greeted warmly, giving Kyle a big hug before taking Diana aside for a chat. Meanwhile, Mr. Weasley naturally struck up a conversation with Chris. The two families shared a close bond¡ªDiana and Molly were best friends, and Chris and Arthur were just as close. In fact, after Kyle was born, the family moved nearby at the Weasleys'' invitation.


    Because of the close friendship between their parents, Kyle and the Weasley children had become friends as well. As soon as the adults were preoccupied, two arms draped over Kyle''s shoulders¡ªone on each side.


    "Hey, Fred, look who''s here," George said with a grin.


    "Isn''t this the new Hogwarts student?" Fred added, emphasizing "new" with a mischievous tone.


    "Hogwarts can be a dangerous place, especially for first-years like you..."


    "Of course, if you say something nice, we might just help you out."


    Kyle ignored the twins and instead greeted the other red-headed Weasleys nearby: "It''s been a while, Percy, Ron, and Ginny."


    They all smiled and nodded in return. "Long time no see, Kyle," they replied in unison.


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    The Weasley family originally had seven children, but Bill was in Egypt and Charlie had left a month earlier, so only five of them were present that day. As they talked, the group reached the backyard of the Leaky Cauldron, where the entrance to Diagon Alley was located. Mr. Weasley, leading the way, quickly found the right brick and tapped it with his wand.


    Meanwhile, at the back of the group, the twins exchanged a knowing look, eyebrows raised. Since they hadn''t received any response from Kyle, they decided to teach their younger friend a little lesson using their latest invention: the Jumping Powder. A sprinkle on someone''s hair would give them a truly "refreshing" experience, like not washing one''s hair for ten days. If lucky, the victim might even end up looking prematurely like a middle-aged man.


    As the twins prepared to unleash their prank, Chris''s voice suddenly rang out from the front. "Hagrid? What are you doing in Diagon Alley?"


    His tone, which had turned alert, immediately caught the twins'' attention. They recognized this cautionary tone, having heard it many times before.


    "N-No, nothing!" stammered Hagrid, the three-meter-tall, burly half-giant, visibly startled by Chris''s presence. His expression grew uncertain, but he quickly relaxed and pulled a small package from his pocket. "Harry Potter is coming to Hogwarts next year. I wanted to give him a birthday cake, so I came to buy some berry seeds for it."


    "Is that so?" Chris asked skeptically, his expression still wary. "If I remember correctly, the Hogwarts kitchen has enough supplies to bake ten cakes."


    To an outsider, Chris''s tone might have seemed overly harsh, even villainous. But Kyle, the twins, and the rest of the Weasleys, who were on good terms with Hagrid, showed no surprise. To them, this interaction was completely normal.


    As the Deputy Director of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and head of the Beast Office, Chris was very familiar with Hagrid. In fact, if Chris had to pick the person he least wanted to encounter, it would definitely be the key keeper of Hogwarts, the half-giant Rubeus Hagrid.


    Dealing with the trouble Hagrid caused took up more than a tenth of Chris''s workload each year¡ªespecially the hybrid magical creatures Hagrid was known to create, which drove Chris to frustration. Just recently, Hagrid had been meddling with a hybrid of a runespoor¡ªa two-tailed snake that had Chris wondering where Hagrid had found so many magical creatures. They couldn''t all have come from the Forbidden Forest, could they?


    As a traditional magizoologist, Chris viewed such hybrids as heretical, a violation of the natural order. Yet, despite his repeated attempts to get a law passed to restrict this, he never received a response. When Cornelius Fudge became Minister, Chris even visited his office to discuss the matter, only to be met with evasions and delays.


    In the end, Chris had no legal grounds to act against Hagrid, and those hybrid creatures, being new life forms, couldn''t simply be discarded. So, Chris had to settle for monitoring, recording, and classifying them.


    Over time, Chris''s frustration with Hagrid had reached its peak. His restraint when they met today was purely out of consideration for the children present. Otherwise, he might have tried to rough Hagrid up, even in front of Dumbledore.


    Hagrid, knowing he was in the wrong, opened the package to reveal a bunch of seeds. "By Dumbledore, I swear I''m just here to buy seeds."


    Chris seemed satisfied and relaxed slightly, offering a few simple instructions before letting Hagrid go. Given Hagrid''s respect for Dumbledore, it was unlikely he would lie about such a matter.


    Kyle, on the other hand, watched Hagrid''s retreating figure with a thoughtful expression. "Not this time," he mused. But what about other times?


    Kyle remembered that Fluffy, the three-headed dog from the first story, was purchased by Hagrid from a Greek wizard in a bar. He couldn''t recall if it was at the Hog''s Head or the Leaky Cauldron.


    Though the Leaky Cauldron seemed respectable, it harbored many gray-market dealings. Being the only inn that offered lodging without checking IDs, it attracted smugglers with small cargo and no criminal records.


    The brokers knew well about the gamekeeper at Hogwarts with a particular fondness for magical creatures, and it wasn''t hard for them to reach out to him.


    "Tsk, who says Hagrid is simple-minded? He''s got more tricks up his sleeve than you''d think," Kyle thought. He figured that his father probably had no idea about these dealings, but Kyle had no intention of revealing them either.


    After all, who could resist a three-headed dog?


    (End of this chapter)


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 Chapter 3

    After some careful thought, Kyle decided to keep quiet about the three-headed dog, Fluffy, betraying his father''s trust in the process. He couldn''t resist the allure of magical creatures, even if he lacked the extraordinary talent of someone like Newt. Creatures like Fluffy were exceedingly rare, even in Greece, and he knew that passing up this opportunity would mean missing a once-in-a-lifetime chance.


    In exchange for this little deception and to ease his conscience, Kyle quickly broke free from the twins'' hold and rushed to his father, Chris, offering him an apologetic look.


    Chris was bewildered.


    And so were the twins.


    They had been ready to sprinkle some of their newly invented "jumping powder" onto Kyle''s head, but just as they were about to, he ducked and ran off. The timing couldn''t have been worse¡ªright as the powder flew from their hands, it landed squarely on their own heads.


    The next thing everyone heard were frantic scratching sounds. They turned to see Fred and George furiously rubbing their heads, which now looked messier than a bird''s nest. Their wild movements resembled those of panicked baboons, and even the Sorting Hat would have looked tidier than they did now.


    "Oh, Fred, George, what have you done this time!" Mrs. Weasley hurried over, her face flushed with embarrassment. She grabbed each twin by the ear and dragged them off into a nearby alley, seeking some privacy. After all, fewer people meant less public humiliation.


    The twins, on the other hand, were in a dire situation, gasping loudly and¡ªunless it was Kyle''s imagination¡ªshedding actual tears.


    Seeing this, Mr. Weasley let out a sigh of relief. He quickly urged everyone else to carry on with their shopping, trying to downplay the scene.


    At the back of the group, Kyle snuck over to Ron, trying desperately to stifle his laughter. But when he caught sight of his mother, Diana, glaring at him, he swallowed hard and forced a strained, polite smile.


    Diana was usually an easygoing parent, but her intuition was unnervingly sharp. Since he was young, there was little Kyle could hide from her. He was lucky that his time-travel arrival left him a few extra months before his original birth date. Otherwise, she might have discovered his secret a long time ago.


    "Honestly," he thought to himself with a grimace, "there''s no such thing as privacy when you have a mom like this."


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    Diana didn''t say anything aloud but gave Kyle a warning glance before turning away.


    Truthfully, the whole situation wasn''t that serious. Molly Weasley just worried easily.


    The twins, Fred and George, had a well-known reputation for mischief at Hogwarts, and their antics were legendary even among adults. Diana had heard her share of stories¡ªlike exploding toilet seats, sneaking a sack over Mrs. Norris during a late-night escapade, tossing dung bombs under Slytherin seats, and blaming the victims for soiling themselves during class. Imitating a baboon in public paled in comparison to these past stunts.


    People who witnessed this scene would likely just laugh, not think less of the Weasley family¡ªexcept perhaps one pure-blooded wizard with long, platinum-blonde hair. Mrs. Weasley''s strong reaction stemmed more from her not being used to such antics.


    Her older sons¡ªBill, Charlie, and even Percy¡ªhad been top students, and Molly often still saw the twins through that lens. Even though they behaved very differently from their brothers, it was hard for her to change that perspective overnight.


    After all, Bill and Charlie weren''t exactly angels when they started at Hogwarts either, but they eventually earned stellar reputations. If you tried to imagine serious, rule-abiding Percy acting like a baboon in public, you''d understand Molly''s shock better.


    But this phase wouldn''t last forever. After a few more terms at Hogwarts, as more stories of the twins'' escapades made their way home, Molly would start to accept their nature. At least, she''d be a bit more prepared when they got up to their next bit of trouble.


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    After the little incident, the group went their separate ways. The Weasleys were in Diagon Alley to pick up books for the new school year for the twins and Percy, while Ron and Ginny still had some time before they started at Hogwarts.


    Kyle, on the other hand, was a first-year with a long shopping list, and the most important item was a wand. He navigated Diagon Alley with ease until he arrived at his destination: a small, unassuming shop.


    *Ollivanders: Crafting fine wands since 382 BC.*


    Kyle paused at the entrance. Every time he saw the shop, he couldn''t help but be amazed. The place was so dusty that you could almost sculpt a figure out of the dirt on the windows. Did wizards really cherish that old-timey charm?


    In contrast, places like Gringotts and the Broomstick Shop looked spotless and well-kept.


    Or maybe this was just the confidence of being the only game in town¡ªknowing customers had no choice but to come, regardless of appearances.


    He''d wondered about this for a long time and had even asked his father and Mr. Weasley, but they never had a satisfying answer. Now, standing here again, he could only shrug and attribute it to the eccentricity of master craftsmen.


    Asking Ollivander about it directly? Not a chance. It was crucial to maintain a good rapport with the most famous wandmaker in the British wizarding world.


    But Ron would be starting school next year, so maybe he could team up with the twins and... well, *politely ask* their youngest brother for some information.


    Not that it would be dishonest or anything.


    After all, he wasn''t tricking Ron Weasley; he was merely inquiring with his dear friend, Ronald Weasley.


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    (End of this chapter)

 Chapter 4

    Kyle knew he needed a wand, so he pushed open the door to Ollivanders and stepped inside. Diana and Chris chose not to accompany him, possibly thinking that selecting a wand would take some time. They headed to Gringotts while Kyle went to Ollivanders.


    The inside of the shop was much better than its exterior. Though the space was still old and cluttered, it was relatively clean. As a bell chimed softly, a gray-haired, bearded head appeared behind the counter.


    "Good afternoon, young man," Ollivander greeted him with a curious expression. "Are you here alone?"


    "Yes," Kyle replied, puzzled. "Is there a problem?"


    Ollivander shook his head, though a hint of disappointment crossed his face. "No, not at all."


    Kyle found it odd¡ªwhy would a shopkeeper be disappointed about having a customer? He brushed off the thought, attributing it to his imagination.


    "Well then, young wizard," Ollivander stepped out from behind the counter. "Can you tell me your name?"


    "Kyle, Kyle Chopper," he replied quickly.


    "Chopper..." Ollivander seemed taken aback. "Then Mr. Chris is...?"


    "My father," Kyle answered.


    "Ah, of course..." Ollivander glanced out the store''s window but quickly turned his attention back to Kyle. "The surname Chopper isn''t common in the British wizarding world."


    Kyle couldn''t ignore the clear disappointment in Ollivander''s expression when he mentioned his father''s name. The old wandmaker muttered to himself, mentioning something like "Yanagi" or "Tochigi," but his voice was too soft for Kyle to hear clearly. Yet Kyle didn''t dwell on it; his mind was focused on getting his own wand.


    Confident in what would happen next, Kyle stretched out his arm for Ollivander to measure his height and arm length, knowing that the next part¡ªtesting various wands¡ªcould take some time.


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    However, Ollivander surprised him.


    "No need for that, my boy," Ollivander said, brushing aside the usual process.


    Without measuring or gathering any other details, Ollivander quickly retrieved a box from a prominent shelf, opened it, and handed the wand to Kyle.


    His actions were swift and sure, leaving Kyle baffled.


    "What are you waiting for? Go on, give it a try!" Ollivander encouraged.


    "Uh... okay." Kyle snapped out of his confusion and picked up the wand. It had a sleek, gray-black finish with a smooth surface, lacking any ornate patterns or embellishments¡ªsimple, but elegant.


    Before Kyle could do anything, a white glow emanated from the wand''s tip, illuminating the entire shop. It felt as if a skylight had opened up in the otherwise dark space.


    "Excellent, just excellent," Ollivander said, clearly excited. He explained, "Thirteen and a half inches, cedar wood, with a phoenix feather core. This is quite a remarkable combination."


    "A remarkable combination?" Kyle asked, puzzled.


    "Yes, indeed," Ollivander replied. "Cedar wands usually select wizards who are wise and perceptive. They are calm, deliberate, and their decisions are always well thought out. As my father used to say, ''You can never deceive a person wielding a cedar wand.'' I believe that."


    He continued, "Typically, those with cedar wands prefer the stability of unicorn hair cores, but phoenix feathers are more dynamic and unpredictable. Out of the thirty-six cedar wands I''ve sold, thirty had unicorn tail hairs, five had dragon heartstrings, and only one other had a phoenix feather core."


    Ollivander gestured toward Kyle, smiling. "And now, there''s you."


    "Then why did you make this wand if the materials don''t match well?" Kyle inquired.


    "The wand chooses the wizard, my boy," Ollivander explained. "Every wand, once crafted, awaits its destined owner, just like the ones you see here." He gestured to the countless wand boxes stacked behind him. "These wands are simply waiting for the right wizard to come along."


    Ollivander paused before adding, "Your wand, with its contrasting materials, can function perfectly when matched with the right wizard, which is what makes wandlore so fascinating. Your father Chris tried this wand, and your mother Diana too, but neither was quite right. Since the day you were born, I''ve been waiting for this moment. And here you are¡ªit''s perfect, isn''t it?"


    Kyle nodded, feeling a sense of deep connection with the wand in his hand. The way it felt¡ªlike an extension of his own arm¡ªwas mesmerizing. He knew this was the right wand for him.


    "That will be seven Galleons," Ollivander said with a broad smile.


    "Okay." Kyle handed over the seven gold coins he had prepared. This price was typical for a new student''s first wand, a special rate in the wizarding world.


    After paying, Kyle bowed slightly and left the shop. As he exited, Ollivander turned his attention to another young wizard who had just entered with an adult accompanying him.


    "Ah, welcome back, Mr. Thomas¡ªeleven inches, hawthorn wood..."


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    (End of Chapter)

 Chapter 5

    "It looks like you got the cedar wand," Chris remarked as he spotted the wand in Kyle''s hand after they met outside Madam Malkin''s Robe Shop.


    The unusual combination of the cedar wand left a strong impression on Chris, especially since it had led to his first meeting with Diana. He hadn''t expected it to find its way into Kyle''s hands.


    Feeling a surge of nostalgia, Chris patted Kyle on the shoulder with a serious expression. "My dear, I regret to inform you of some bad news. With this wand, you might not make it into Gryffindor."


    "Can''t get into Gryffindor?" Kyle raised an eyebrow, already guessing his father''s reasoning.


    Ollivander had mentioned that cedar wands typically chose wise, perceptive wizards¡ªthose who were naturally calm. Gryffindors, however, were known for their bravery rather than their calmness.


    Kyle found it amusing that he was being "rejected" by a house before even setting foot in Hogwarts.


    "What are you two laughing about?" Diana asked curiously as she joined them.


    She had just returned from buying a cauldron for Kyle and had made a quick stop at the Writer''s House for some quills and parchment, missing the conversation between her husband and son.


    "Nothing much, just that Dad thinks my wand might keep me out of Gryffindor," Kyle explained, showing her the wand.


    Diana recognized the cedar wand right away and, understanding the context, couldn''t help but laugh. "I''m sorry, dear, but I think your father is right."


    Neither Chris nor Diana had any strong feelings about which house Kyle should be sorted into. For them, as long as it was Hogwarts, it didn''t matter which house he joined. Kyle felt the same way.


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    Like choosing a wand, getting fitted for school robes was also time-consuming. Despite Madam Malkin''s expertise, it took over twenty minutes just to measure the necessary dimensions. Because Kyle was taller than most of his peers, the shop didn''t have suitable robes in stock, so they had to be custom-made¡ªa process that would take about two hours.


    Considering the time, Kyle decided to have the robes delivered to his home via Owl Express. It was already 5 p.m., and waiting two more hours would mean staying until 7 p.m.¡ªtoo late for his liking.


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    Next on their list was a visit to Flourish and Blotts Bookstore.


    This time, the trip was quick. It took Kyle less than five minutes to gather all his required textbooks. He also bought two extra books for himself.


    The first was *Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Latest Revised Edition)* by Uncle Newt. Even though he already owned nineteen copies, Kyle didn''t mind buying another one to support his uncle''s sales¡ªespecially since this revised edition included thirty new pages and descriptions of seven new magical creatures.


    The second book, *Common Spells and Their Solutions*, practically fell into his hands. He accidentally kicked it out from a corner while paying for his other books. True to its title, the book covered basic spells like the Lumos charm, the levitation spell, and cleaning charms. It wasn''t essential, but with such a wide range of spells, it seemed like a magical equivalent of a "How-To" guide. Plus, it was reasonably priced at just one Galleon.


    While Kyle was tempted by other books on charms, potions, and transfiguration, he restrained himself. With access to the extensive Hogwarts library, there was no need to buy every book that caught his eye. He could simply borrow whatever he wanted to read.


    After leaving Flourish and Blotts, Kyle had purchased nearly everything on his Hogwarts supply list. The only thing left was a pet, but he didn''t need one.


    Chris had rescued many injured owls over the years, making their family well-known among owl couriers. This meant that Kyle could call on numerous owls when he needed a delivery, many of whom already had ties to Hogwarts.


    Why buy an owl when he could hire one with a few treats? It was another Galleon saved.


    Kyle had hoped to use his savings to buy a broomstick. He didn''t need the latest model¡ªsomething like a Nimbus 1500 or a Seven Star would be perfect.


    The older brooms offered great value for money. Though they might lack some of the flashy features of newer models, their performance was still solid, and their prices were far more reasonable¡ªless than a third of what newer models cost.


    For example, a Nimbus 1500 that once sold for 300 Galleons was now priced at just 80 Galleons¡ªperfectly within the range of Kyle''s savings. The Seven Star Sweep was slightly more expensive at 100 Galleons, but with a little help from Chris, it was possible.


    However, as soon as he mentioned this plan, Diana put her foot down. Her reasoning was simple: first-year students at Hogwarts were not allowed to bring brooms, so there was no point in buying one now. The family broom at home would suffice.


    Chris could only give Kyle a sympathetic shrug, indicating that he couldn''t go against Diana''s decision. To soften the blow, he took Kyle to the window of the broom shop to admire the models on display before they headed to the Leaky Cauldron.


    By the time Kyle was getting his robes, the Weasleys had already returned home.


    Mrs. Weasley needed to prepare a hearty dinner for her large family, which was no small task. Even with the help of magic, it would take her over an hour.


    Kyle was disappointed that he missed the chance to see the twins in action, which he had been looking forward to almost as much as buying a broomstick.


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