A Family in the Wizarding World

"Andy, get downstairs and eat. I won't say it a second time!"

Hearing the shout from downstairs, Andy Collins rubbed his eyes groggily and struggled out of bed.

Ottery St Catchpole was a small village in Devon, along the River Otter, where wizards and Muggles lived side by side.

By now, Andy had lived in the village for a full ten years.

Come to think of it, when Andy learned that he had transmigrated into the magical world of Harry Potter, he had only been surprised for a second before decisively accepting the fact.

After all, in Andy's previous life, transmigration was nothing new.

It was no big deal.

"If I'd known, I should have memorized the entire Harry Potter series!"

It was not the first time Andy had regretted this.

Although Harry Potter was a worldwide bestseller, in his previous life, Andy had only heard of it and never read it.

After all, it was a foreign novel.

As for the Harry Potter films...

Well, Andy had only watched the first one.

When Andy saw Quirrell, the film's main villain, snap his fingers to ignite flames yet choose to strangle Harry Potter with his hands, he felt that his intelligence had been profoundly insulted.

Had the director been kicked in the head by a donkey, or had Quirrell gotten his head caught in a door?

Andy still had not figured that out.

Did he really have the brains of a troll?

And Quirrell actually thought that making Harry Potter fall off a Flying Broom would kill him. What exactly had he been thinking?

Had Voldemort really eaten his brain?

And that was not the end of the film's brain-dead plot.

"Ugh!"

Andy sighed.

By now, it was too late to say anything.

Thump, thump, thump! Andy jogged downstairs, then stopped when he passed a mirror.

His fluffy brown curls were slightly messy, and there was still a trace of sleepiness in his sapphire-blue eyes. He rubbed his face. Mm, another day of looking exceptionally handsome.

"So lazy!" Isabel Collins, who had already been sitting at the table waiting to eat, stuck out her tongue at Andy.

Thump! Andy knocked the little girl on the head, then sat across from Isabel with a yawn and said lazily, "All you do every day is eat. Once you get fat as a ball, I can just roll you to Hogwarts."

"You're the one who'll get fat as a ball!"

The little girl glared fiercely at Andy, then turned to complain to Helen Collins, "Mom, Andy's bullying me again."

"Then beat him to death!"

Helen replied irritably, waving her wand. The prepared food flew into the air, plated itself, and landed steadily on the dining table.

"Dad, is there any news today?" Andy asked Kyle Collins.

Kyle set aside The Daily Prophet and said excitedly, "The paper says that The Boy Who Lived—Harry Potter—will be starting school this year too. He'll be in your year."

Well then!

Andy had returned to Britain with his family when he was one year old and had lived there for a full ten years. He fully understood just how famous Harry Potter was.

In terms from his previous life, his name would go down in history.

And all of it was because of one man—Voldemort!

In Andy's previous life, many Harry Potter fans said that Voldemort was no match for the first Dark Lord, Gellert Grindelwald.

Voldemort was, at most, a terrorist.

Yet it was precisely because Voldemort was a terrorist that the fear he brought to the Wizarding World surpassed Grindelwald's.

Just as people feared Voldemort but did not fear the more powerful Dumbledore.

"That's so nice. I still have to wait..."

Isabel counted silently on her fingers. One, two, three...

Then she said unhappily, "I still have to wait six years before I can start school. By then, Harry Potter will practically be graduating."

"Andy, can you get me Harry Potter's autograph?" Isabel looked at Andy with bright, eager eyes.

You want me to ask an eleven-year-old for an autograph? Do I have no shame? "An autograph only means something if you get it yourself!"

Andy said irritably, "When you start school, Harry Potter will be in his seventh year..."

As he said that, Andy suddenly realized something.

Starting school in the same year as Harry Potter would be awful, considering those disaster-ridden seven years. But starting school when Harry Potter was in his seventh year would probably mean facing Voldemort in the Final Battle the moment she arrived.

Could a First Year like Isabel defeat Voldemort's rank-and-file followers? He had heard that the Final Battle would take place at Hogwarts.

The little girl really was pitiful.

Andy scratched his head but did not take the matter to heart.

As survivors of the First Wizarding War, Mom Helen and Old Dad Kyle had their own ways of staying alive.

When Voldemort's power had been at its peak, Andy had been lying in a crib and had witnessed everything firsthand.

At the time, the family had not been in Devon but in a house in France.

According to Kyle, his assignment had been to persuade the French Ministry of Magic to send Aurors to support the war in the British Wizarding World.

Kyle had just graduated then and was not yet an employee of the British Ministry of Magic. But after getting in touch with a distant relative who held a high position in the French Ministry of Magic, he became an employee of the Department of International Magical Cooperation.

He stayed there until the war ended.

And he had continued doing that job for more than ten years, right up to the present.

His current superior was Barty Crouch.

If Voldemort made a comeback, Andy would most likely be sent to Hogwarts—after all, Dumbledore was there—but Kyle and Helen would definitely take Isabel and flee to France.

Mm... After all, France had a magic school too. It was practically the perfect excuse.

After the family finished breakfast, Kyle went to work at the Ministry of Magic through the fireplace. Helen waved her wand, and the messy dining table tidied itself. A rag wiped back and forth across it while the dishes washed themselves in the sink.

How amazing!

No matter how many times he saw it, the magic of the Harry Potter world filled Andy with longing.

Judged solely by power or destructive force, the magic of the Harry Potter world was not particularly strong.

But judged by its wonder and versatility, this world's magic was extraordinarily advanced.

There were quite a few magical books at home, and Andy had read more than half of them over the past few years. Combined with his parents' explanations, he had gained a rough understanding of this world's magic.

However, Little Wizards under the age of eleven had unstable magic, and casting spells too early was harmful to the body, so Andy had not learned a single spell yet.

"Andy, take your Sister and teach her to read. I'm going to brew a pot of potion, and I can't be disturbed."

Isabel made a face. Helen glared at her and said, "If you still refuse to study properly, you'll only get one meal a day from now on."

"Got it..." Isabel replied listlessly.

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