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In a three-story building near the village of Ottery St. Catchpole, eleven-year-old Kyle Chopper stood at the window, contemplating the parchment in his hands.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chief Warlock, Supreme Mugwump International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Chopper,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Please find enclosed a list of required books and equipment.
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Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl reply by July 31st.
Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
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Yes, the Hogwarts acceptance letter.
Ever since crossing here eleven years ago, Kyle had been waiting for this day.
His certainty was simple: several other special families lived not far from home.
Among them, the ones Kyle was most familiar with were the Lovegoods, the editor-in-chief of The Quibbler, and the Weasleys.
The latter, in particular, with its eerie architecture and the family's uniform red hair, instantly confirmed Kyle's identity.
Notably, living here also indicated that Kyle in this life also came from a wizarding family.
His father, Chris Chopper, worked at the Ministry of Magic, serving as Deputy Director of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and Head of the Beast Office. Thanks to his inherited gift for communicating with magical creatures, he was also a renowned magizoologist and one of Newt Scamander's few students.
His mother, Diana, also worked at the Ministry, but in the Department of Mysteries. Kyle had no idea what her role was. He tried various indirect methods, but all failed. Clearly, his parents were extremely secretive and hadn't revealed a single detail.
His family background... well, with no notable ancestors, it was unremarkable, far from the more famous names like Dumbledore or Grindelwald. Even so, Kyle was content. At least his parents were wizards, so getting into Hogwarts was a sure thing.
Unless he's a Squib.
This had been disproven since his first magical outburst at age three.
Although he'd known this day would come, Kyle still nearly jumped for joy when the owl pecked open his window, carrying the envelope.
He held the parchment like a treasure, never letting it go even when he slept, glancing at it every now and then.
"Dear, you've been looking over that acceptance letter over and over for three days now. Can you put it down? I promise you it's absolutely real!"
Chris looked at his son, who had started laughing again, somewhat helplessly, and reminded him, "Don't forget we have an appointment with the Weasleys next door to go to Diagon Alley today. Don't keep them waiting."
" Okay, Dad, I'll be right there."
Kyle hurriedly put away the Hogwarts acceptance letter he'd read countless times, stood up, and patted the nearby bowtrucle. "Groot, I'm leaving."
As soon as he finished speaking, a small green creature jumped out and waved at Kyle.
Kyle's family had magical creatures, but not many. Besides Groot, a Bowtruckle, there was also a Kneazle named Tom. Although Chris, as Deputy Director of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, could easily have kept a dozen or so, he chose not to. Even Groot and Tom were only kept because they refused to leave.
It wasn't that Chris disliked magical creatures, but rather that they shouldn't be around wizards. They weren't supposed to be considered pets.
This gentle, middle-aged gentleman, known as a kindly old friend at the Ministry, was adamant on this point.
His view was supported by Newt Scamander, who also believed that magical creatures belonged in nature and had always done so. Kyle had met the old man more than once, so he was certain. Like a certain magical death-ghost elementary school student, Newt Scamander had a similar constitution.
Kyle clearly remembered that when he was five years old and walking with Newt in the garden, he witnessed a zouwu dive into Newt's arms.
Zouwu are natural masters of Apparition. Although they are not very smart and do not deliberately hide themselves like other magical creatures, they have a strong sense of territory and the ability to sense danger.
Once they sense that a wizard or other threatening creature is approaching, they will immediately flee.
The first sentence of the description of the zouwu in "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" is that it can only be admired from a distance, but not approached.
Yet, such a zouwu actually dived into Newt's arms with such accuracy.
It's simply outrageous.
Then there was the time when he was seven, still out with Newt, and encountered a salamander.
At eight, an injured unicorn.
At ten, a fire crab that was nearly turned into a cauldron.
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Of these magical creatures, some had been smuggled into the British wizarding world and escaped, while others had somehow wandered in. They always found their way around Newt in bizarre ways.
And that was all while Newt was still at home.
Back when he was carrying an enchanted trunk around the world delivering magical creatures home, the situation was far more serious.
With every magical creature he delivered, a dozen or so new ones would arrive. After all that time, it would be strange if he didn't have a trunk full of animals.
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With such a special talent, it's no wonder Newt was blacklisted by almost every Ministry of Magic.
After all, those magical creatures had always been ill-tempered before they met Newt, especially the injured or pregnant ones, who would explode at the slightest provocation.
Imagine you're leisurely enjoying afternoon tea on the street, and suddenly a rampaging manticore or nundu leaps out at you... Tsk, that scene, just thinking about it is enough to break out in a cold sweat.
So, what about Gellert, what about Voldemort? Does the Dark Lord have to do anything himself to wreak havoc? That's it? So weak, isn't it?
Look at Newt. He doesn't even need to do anything himself to make anyone disappear. He just buys a plane ticket, stays there for three or five days, drinks coffee, and enjoys the scenery. And he doesn't even have to worry about the consequences afterward.
Or maybe it's Grandma Tina who's truly great. She single-handedly sealed Newt away from her. It's no exaggeration to say that the whole world owes her an Order of Merlin, First Class.
It's just that the British wizarding community has suffered.
According to incomplete statistics, since Newt settled in Dorset, the Ministry's cases involving magical creatures have increased exponentially, and the British wizarding community has inexplicably become the most popular trading ground for smugglers.
Fortunately, despite the constant stream of incidents, both large and small, over the years, none of them had any serious consequences. At most, some unlucky individual suffered a minor injury.
Perhaps, as Grandpa Newt's birthplace, it probably had some passive buffs.
Chris, however, wasn't so lucky. Due to his job duties, he often had to work several days of overtime.
But judging by his appearance, Kyle seemed to enjoy it.
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As he reached the door, Kyle noticed that besides Chris, his mother, Diana, had returned early from the Ministry of Magic, making a rare early return. She stood there, beaming at him.
Her long black hair was meticulously styled, and her black robe with white trimmings fitted her perfectly and elegantly. As she looked at Kyle, her light blue eyes were filled with tenderness.
Elegant and intelligent.
This was Kyle's long impression of Diana.
Instinctively, Kyle turned to look at Chris… well, a bit handsome, with a hint of his youthful charm. They looked quite good together.
Most importantly, Chris wasn't bald. Even at nearly forty, the gap between his hairline and eyebrows was still only about an inch and a half. This was a stark contrast to Mr. Weasley next door.
Of course, with such strong genes, Kyle's looks weren't much worse. Among the people he knew, he was at least the best. Even at such a young age, he had the potential to bring disaster to the nation.
Of course, this wasn't important, and Kyle never took it seriously. He didn't rely on his looks to make a living.
"Sorry, I'm late,"
Kyle said sheepishly, stepping between the two of them.
"If you had kept that notice, you wouldn't be too late. Hogwarts wouldn't have left the UK just because you didn't keep it safe."
Chris looked at Kyle teasingly and told an impromptu joke.
Well, let's call it a joke, at least Chris laughed heartily after he finished.
As for Kyle, although he didn't understand what Chris was laughing at, he still politely curled his lips, thinking it was all to save his father's face.
Fortunately, this situation didn't last long.
"Well, it's getting late, we need to leave."
Diana smiled slightly, interrupting the awkward interaction between father and son. She took Kyle's hand and said, "There's a lot to buy for school, so we need to hurry. It wouldn't be polite to keep the Weasleys waiting."
With a crisp crack, she disappeared with Kyle.
Seeing this, Chris quickly Apparated to follow.
[End of the chapter]