The summer holidays invariably went by extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye it was the end of August, not far from the start of the school year at Hogwarts.

While it would be a lie to say that he wasn't looking forward to travelling to Hogwarts' for school, Albert would have preferred to stay at home and continue to fish to tinker for a while.

However, time waited for no one.

When it comes to magic, one-sidedly fumbling around is never a good idea, it's like a blind man exploring the road with a walking stick, they have no clue what lies ahead.

Albert still knew little about magic, even if he had already read all the books.

The pen-pal relationship with Truman was kept up with a letter around every three days.

The Hufflepuff student's grades were only average, and what little knowledge he had was exhausted by Albert within a few days.

Truman thought Albert might be assigned to Ravenclaw's, since he showed great interest in the knowledge about magic, and he still lamented it.

It didn't matter to Albert which House he would be assigned to. As long as it wasn't Slytherin, after all, muggleborn wizards weren't exactly welcomed there. However, with Albert's status as a muggleborn wizard, he probably wouldn't be able to get into Slytherin's anyways.

"Rest well after all your hard work." Albert touched the owl's head and put some food in the birdcage.

Albert was quite satisfied with this owl, at least Sheila hadn't brought back any more prey after his repeated requests.

He was sure Daisy wouldn't like to find a dead rat when she cleaned his room.

Sheila chirped tiredly and went into the birdcage to eat and get ready for a good rest, completely oblivious to Tom's baring his teeth next to her.

"Stop it Tom." Albert picked up the short-haired cat and went downstairs for breakfast.

For the day, Herb had some free time at home; he had recently taken a liking to the Daily Prophet, and had shown great interest in the animated newspaper.

Daisy too would read the Daily Prophet, hoping to learn more about the magical world.

"In the morning, I especially made corn soup." Daisy smiled as she gave her son, a large bowl of thick soup, that she knew Albert liked.

"Does that mean I don't have to drink milk?" Nia seemed delighted, she hated having to drink milk every day.

"Of course, you still have to drink it." Daisy placed a glass of milk in front of her daughter.

"Albert has learnt a new magic." Nia glanced at the milk and quickly changed the subject.

It was a trick she had learnt from Albert, and the girl intended to pour the glass of milk into Tom's cat bowl when her mother wasn't looking.

"Nia." Daisy appeared behind her daughter at some point, arms folded, watching this straight on.

"Mum, I'm preparing breakfast for Tom, he likes milk." Nia hastily tried to weasel her way out.

"That's okay Nia, I have more here." Daisy poured another glass of milk and placed it in front of her daughter, not forgetting to instruct her, "Remember to drink it all."

"I hate drinking milk every day." Nia couldn't help but complain.

"Doesn't Albert drink it every day too?" Daisy reminded, "He never complained."

"That's different, I haven't seen Albert hate anything since we were little." Nia was a little depressed that her family always liked to bring up Albert to contradict her words, "You can't always compare him to me, he's a special case."

"Well your elder brother didn't used to be much of a cheese fan." Daisy raised the tip of her eyebrow and said, "But he eats cheese now."

"Liar." Nia couldn't believe it at all, because Albert's portion of potato pancakes had a generous portion of cheese with ham on it.

TL/N: Once again, don't ask me… that's what it says, first we have a some sort of corn soup or chowder and then suddenly it's potato pancakes. My generous interpretation is that the pancakes are a side-dish to the soup that wasn't mentioned until just now...

"It's true... there are some cheeses that Albert is repulsed by, and he won't eat them, especially if they're particularly heavily flavoured." Herb also found it interesting, now that he thought about it his son was really not a picky eater, even foods that children hated, he ate them all the same.

"Children who aren't picky eaters grow taller." Albert said without thinking.

"What do I need to grow that tall for?" Nia retorted.

"Growing taller makes you prettier." Albert reminded, "Look at Mum."

Daisy obviously liked that comment and smiled brightly.

"Toady." Nia muttered, and reluctantly finished her milk under Daisy's 'loving' gaze.

However, she gave half a glass to Albert on the grounds that more milk would help Albert grow taller and as handsome as his father.

Daisy and Herb were both taller, and because of their professions, they usually paid more attention to dressing properly, and their bodies were well-groomed, and more importantly, they were still young.

Originally, Herb intended to take advantage of today's free time, take his family on a trip to the zoo. The school year is about to start, and with Albert going to Hogwarts they expected that there would be no opportunity to have fun together.

However, Albert said that he did not want to go and with Nia agreeing, the family changed their plan and nestled in the living room to chat and watch TV.

Nia wanted to ride her toy broom, but was sternly refused by Herb, as the last time she rode her broom she nearly crashed into the TV.

There wasn't enough space in the living room and it wasn't appropriate to ride a broom outside, and it would be hard to explain if someone saw her.

So the toy broom Luke had just bought for Nia was locked away in a cupboard by Herb.

In fact, Albert also rode a toy broom once, it felt like watching paint dry, the toy broom does not fly very high and he felt that it wasn't very thrilling, so he didn't try it again.

However, for Nia, flying free on a broom was obviously highly tempting.

After watching TV for a while, Daisy went to the kitchen to prepare black tea and cake, and the family of four, plus a cat, read "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" in the living room. A collection of fairy tales from the magical world.

The fairy tales had different versions of ones they had heard before, such as Sleeping Beauty.

This particular story was about a medieval Banshee who, jealous of the beauty of the local king's daughter, coated a spindle with Draught of Living Death. By luring the young princess to touch the spindle, with which she would fall into a long sleep.

Later, a male witch puts a Wiggenweld Potion on his own lips and kisses the princess to wake her up.

Well, the magic version of Sleeping Beauty does seem a little less romantic. The family, however, listened with rapt attention, warping them to the fact that they had no idea what the Draught of Living Death and the Wiggenweld Potion were.

At the moment, the Anderson family is reading the story of the three brothers, each taking a turn at reading a paragraph, which is an interesting process.

"Is there really a stone that can bring people back to life?" Nia asked curiously.

The world of magic was full of infinite possibilities, and since the Alchemist Nicolas's Flamel appeared to have lived for hundreds of years using a legendary magical stone, it didn't seem far-fetched that there was a stone that could bring people back to life.

"Nia, there is no such thing." Herb reminded, "And it clearly said that the lover of the second of the three brothers didn't really come back to life."

"It's a fairy tale, and you could say that all fairy tales are lies." Albert said with a smirk.

"Albert is so annoying, can't you leave me something to hope for?" Nia couldn't help but complain, of course she knew that things in fairy tales were all fictional.