Chapter 6: Chapter 6
In the following days, Kain was extremely busy, spending each day in his room trying out various spells.
Despite coming from a wizarding family, his opportunities to cast magic before starting school were minimal.
Both Chris and Diana considered their wands too vital—practically a second life—to let Kain casually play with them. He only got to handle them during special occasions like Christmas or his birthday.
Kain understood the importance and mostly stuck to harmless spells like the Lumos or Alohomora, which wouldn't adversely affect the wand even if he failed.
Another issue was wand compatibility.
Even as Chris and Diana's son, their wands showed no favoritism towards him; the resistance was palpable. Diana's wand, in particular, felt like a mere stick in his hands, utterly unresponsive to his incantations.
Thus, Kain's interactions were largely with Quidditch, herbology, and magical creatures rather than spells.
After waiting eleven years, now that he finally had his own wand, he was eager to make the most of it. Chris didn't object; he occasionally joined in with enthusiasm, relishing the chance to play teacher.
As a result, Kain's room was constantly alight with the flashes of different spells.
The first few days were fine since Kain was practicing basic spells that didn't bother anyone else.
But as he grew more proficient and his repertoire expanded, problems began to arise.
...
In the living room, Chris watched in amazement as the teacup across the table suddenly lifted off the surface and began drifting leisurely upstairs.
However, Chris seemed accustomed to such occurrences, calmly pulling the cup back down with his wand and tapping it lightly to stabilize it.
After doing so, he called out, "Kain, make sure to focus on your target when casting the Accio spell. Also, I suggest starting with something like a quill or a piece of parchment—they won't break if you drop them."
"Okay, Dad."
Kain responded, but whether he truly listened was another matter; Chris suspected he did not. After all, today was not the first time such incidents had happened, and Chris had cast more Reparo spells today than in the last decade. As a precaution, he had enchanted every fragile item in the house against the summoning charm.
"Swoosh..."
As he pondered, a piece of bread zoomed overhead and smacked into the ceiling.
"..."
Chris had to admit, Kain's improvement was notable; at least the speed of his Accio spell had increased from the last time.
"Ah!"
Sighing, Chris waved his wand nonchalantly to send the bread back to the kitchen, silently praising Diana's foresight and wisdom. Thankfully, she had confiscated Kain's cauldron on the first day; otherwise, their home might have been in shambles.
A wizard at eleven was indeed notoriously troublesome, much like the Weasley family next door.
Fortunately, this period was almost over, with Hogwarts starting tomorrow.
Truly, that was good news!
Chris picked up his tea and sipped contentedly.
...
By evening, Diana was still out on a mission and hadn't returned.
Lacking any culinary skills, Chris gladly accepted Mrs. Weasley's generous invitation to dinner, bringing Kain and some prepared ingredients to their humble abode.
His action of bringing food, however, inevitably drew Mrs. Weasley's ire, who viewed it as inappropriate and distrustful of their friendship, leading to a thorough scolding.
Chris did not argue, simply chuckling and agreeing as he tossed the ingredients into the kitchen.
As for Kain, he had already blended in with the Weasley children.
Such scenes were nothing new to him.
Without house-elves, whenever Diana was away on missions, he and his father would dine at the Weasleys'.
And this kind of scene played out every visit, like a scheduled performance.
On a nearby patch of land, Kain was ostensibly "helping" clean up gnomes with several of the Weasleys.
Though called cleaning, it was more akin to playing. One would lift a gnome by the legs and toss it into the air, while another would use a bat to strike it like a bludger, sending it flying. The person who sent the gnome the farthest won the game and a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.
Initially, Chris didn't support this game, feeling it was sufficient to simply toss the gnomes without the bat.
That changed the day he found his carefully cultivated cloakwort plants ruined by the gnomes. Since then, he never stopped Kain from playing.
In fact, a few days after Christmas, he even gifted Kain a well-made bat signed by a famous Chaser from the Wimbourne Wasps.
The bat was excellent to use, making every hit feel perfect. To date, it had helped Kain win five consecutive championships.
Today was no exception.
"It's not fair."
Watching Kain's signed bat and then looking at his own makeshift stick, Ron complained, "The equipment disparity is too great."
"It's not that exaggerated. Equipment is secondary; what's crucial is the belief in victory. I win not because my equipment is better, but because I want to win more than you do," Kain said calmly, tossing a red bean to Ron. "Also, Ron, before you complain about equipment, at least try to beat Ginny. Her bat is much smaller than yours."
Among the five participants, Ron was last, even Ginny's distance was several meters ahead of him.
Kain's words made Ron's face flush with embarrassment, as losing to his younger sister wasn't something to be proud of.
However, his attention quickly shifted to the Bertie Bott's bean Kain had thrown.
Bright red and beautiful—it was raspberry flavored!
Indeed, the beans Kain gave out were always delicious.
The sweet taste made Ron involuntarily squint his eyes, and he couldn't help feeling a bit envious. He wondered how Kain always managed to pick the best-flavored beans.
His own experiences were far from pleasant, often ending up with liver or spinach, even dragon dung flavor once, which was a horrendous mix of fishy and fermented berry stench. Just thinking about it made Ron feel queasy.
(End of Chapter)
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