Hogwarts: I Truly Am The Model Wizard.

In a three-story house near the village of Ottery St. Catchpole, eleven-year-old Kyle Jobar stood by the window, carefully reading 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. Jobar,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of all necessary books and equipment.

The term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31st.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall (Deputy Headmistress)

Yes, it was indeed the Hogwarts acceptance letter.

Ever since Kyle had transmigrated to this world eleven years ago, he had been waiting for this very day.

Why was he so certain? Simple—because just a short distance away lived several rather... peculiar families.

Among them, Kyle was most familiar with the quirky editor Xenophilius Lovegood and, of course, the Weasley family.

The latter, in particular, stood out with their bizarrely constructed house and their unmistakable red hair, leaving no doubt in Kyle's mind about the nature of this world.

It's worth noting that living in this area also indicated that Kyle's current life had placed him in a wizarding family.

Kyle's father, Chris Jobar, worked in the Ministry of Magic as the Deputy Head of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, as well as the Head of the Beast Division. Thanks to his inherited ability to communicate with magical creatures, Chris was also a renowned Magizoologist and one of the few students of Newt Scamander.

Kyle's mother, Diana, worked in the Department of Mysteries. However, Kyle had no idea what she actually did. Despite his various attempts to find out, Diana's ability to keep secrets was unparalleled—she never revealed even a shred of information.

As for their family status... well, it was relatively unremarkable. There were no illustrious ancestors to boast of, nothing comparable to names like Dumbledore or Grindelwald.

But even so, Kyle was content. Both his parents were wizards, so there was no question about his ability to attend Hogwarts—unless he turned out to be a Squib.

Fortunately, that fear had been dispelled when he experienced his first burst of accidental magic at the age of three.

Even though Kyle had long expected this day, the moment an owl tapped at his window with the letter in its beak, he nearly jumped for joy.

He treated the parchment like a treasure, refusing to let it go—even when he slept. Every now and then, he would pull it out to read it again, savoring the moment.

"Sweetheart, you've been staring at that acceptance letter for three days now. Can you put it down? I assure you, it's real!"

Chris looked at his son, who was grinning like an idiot again, and reminded him, "Don't forget, we've made plans to visit Diagon Alley with the Weasley family today. Don't keep them waiting."

"Got it, Dad! I'm coming!"

Kyle hurriedly tucked away his cherished Hogwarts acceptance letter, stood up, and knocked on a wooden post nearby. "Groot, I'm heading out!"

At his words, a small green creature emerged and waved at Kyle.

The Jobar household did have magical creatures, though not many. Aside from Groot the Bowtruckle, there was also Tom the Kneazle.

Despite Chris's position as Deputy Head of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, he didn't keep many magical creatures at home. In fact, both Groot and Tom had practically forced themselves into the family.

It wasn't that Chris disliked magical creatures—on the contrary, he believed they belonged in the wild.

To him, any magical creature kept as a pet ceased to be "magical."

On this point, Chris was resolute, a stark contrast to his usual warm and easygoing demeanor. Even Newt Scamander shared this sentiment, and their mutual philosophy had deepened their bond.

Kyle had met Newt several times, starting at the age of five. It was during one of their walks in the garden that Kyle saw a Demiguise leap unerringly into Newt's arms—a sight that defied belief.

By nature, Demiguises are incredibly elusive, capable of vanishing in an instant with their Disillusionment-like abilities. Yet, this one had leapt straight into Newt's embrace.

As Kyle grew older, similar events continued: a Salamander appeared when he was seven, an injured Unicorn at eight, and a Fire Crab destined for cauldron parts at ten.

These incidents weren't coincidences; they were the result of Newt's unique "magnetism" for magical creatures, a trait so remarkable it often left Kyle in awe.

This natural connection with magical creatures also explained why many countries' Ministries of Magic had blacklisted Newt—a necessary precaution, given the chaos his presence could inadvertently cause.

As Kyle reached the door, he noticed that his mother, Diana, had returned from the Ministry earlier than usual. She stood beside Chris, smiling warmly.

Her long black hair was immaculately styled, and her black robe with white trim exuded elegance and poise. Her light blue eyes were filled with tenderness as she looked at Kyle.

Diana had always left an impression of quiet grace and intelligence—a stark contrast to Chris's more casual demeanor.

Most notably, Chris wasn't balding, a fact Kyle found surprisingly reassuring compared to Mr. Weasley next door.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting!" Kyle said, stepping between his parents.

"If you'd just put that acceptance letter away, you wouldn't have been late. Trust me, Hogwarts isn't going anywhere," Chris joked, chuckling at his own humor.

Kyle, though confused by the joke, forced a polite smile to humor his father.

Fortunately, Diana intervened. "Alright, let's get going. We have a lot of shopping to do, and it wouldn't be polite to keep the Weasleys waiting."

With that, she took Kyle's hand. With a crisp pop, the two of them disappeared into thin air.

Chris quickly followed with a soft crack of his own.