Sorcerer Supreme at Hogwarts (English Versión) Chapter 3 3: 3 First Steps and Big Decisions

First Steps and Big Decisions

"Nico, co quickly, look! Little Stepy is taking his first steps!" a woman shouted to her husband from the backyard as she watched a nearly one-year-old baby slowly rise from the blanket on the ground. Around him, a small house-elf spun anxiously, worried that the child might hurt himself.

"Haha, it's okay, Misty. Little Stepy won't get hurt; the blanket is enchanted. Don't worry so much," Perenelle said to the house-elf, Misty.

This elf had been a gift from her friend Newt, who rescued her after his children encountered dark wizards trying to smuggle magical animals. Misty had been trapped in one of the cages. Fortunately, the Flals needed a house-elf, and the Scamanders, unsure of what to do with her, were happy to help. Without a wizard to serve, elves fall into a deep depression, often leading to their death.

"Ugaaaa (This is easy. Who do they think I am? I'm a super-genius baby—though I'm actually more than that—and I can do anything!)," Stephen thought.

Although not entirely happy, he realized that even though he had been an adult when he died, his childlike ntality had taken over. So, while he had the mories of two adults, his mind was now that of a child. He accepted this after two weeks in this new world when he noticed that his mories felt disconnected from his body, more like two long movies he had watched rather than sothing he had experienced personally.

This ti was different from when he was reincarnated as Stephen Strange for the first ti. Maybe it was a blessing, as he could now enjoy his childhood. And yes, he still carried his old na—Stephen Flal. The Flals had chosen the na Stephen when they adopted him. Although it felt strange to have his forr na, at least his last na had changed—sothing he was grateful for, as he had never liked his previous surna.

"Jojo, little Stephen is growing so fast. Maybe it's ti to get him so little friends to play with," Flal said as he approached with a plate of cookies.

"Uh, Master, uh, let Misty handle it," the timid little elf hesitated as she approached Flal, reluctant to leave the child, who stood proudly in the sa spot for ten minutes.

"Relax, Misty. Stay with little Stephen. I'll take care of this. I've already told you that you can relax a little; don't be so nervous," Flal said, smiling at the elf while pointing at the baby, who had fallen on his bottom for the third ti.

"Gya, Master Stephen, forgive my carelessness. Bad Misty, bad!" The little elf, upon seeing Stephen fall, began to cry as she smacked her own hands.

"No, uga no (Stop! Stop hitting yourself, it didn't hurt !)," Stephen thought, frustrated.

"It's okay, Misty. Little Stepy doesn't want you to hurt yourself. We've already told you, don't worry," Perenelle reassured her. "Co, have so tea and calm down. We don't want the little one to get angry again like last ti," she added, recalling the ti Stephen got so upset when his favorite toy broke that he accidentally activated so of Nicolas Flal's magical tools.

"Yes, jojo, what a great magical awakening for just a one-year-old. I can't imagine what he'll be like when he grows up," Nicolas Flal said proudly, despite the fact that the ruined tools had been worth a fortune to an average wizard.

"Yes, but I'm a bit worried. Maybe we should put a magical suppressor on him while he's still a child. I don't want him to hurt himself. Can you make one, Nico? Sothing that doesn't stop his magic but prevents him from using it unintentionally?" Perenelle, concerned for the little one's safety, expressed her worries to Nicolas.

"Alright, it's easy, don't worry, I'll take care of it," Nicolas Flal said as he gently patted the boy's head. Stephen had just taken two steps and was clutching his pants—just before a cracking sound ca from his knee.

--- Two Years Later ---

"Happy birthday, Stepy! Look, your grandmother brought your favorite cake so you can enjoy it with your friends," Perenelle said as she entered the dining room, surrounded by children between the ages of two and four.

In the main seat, sitting like a little prince, with bright sky-blue eyes full of intelligence and silky blond hair, dressed in a small blue suit that matched his eyes, was little Stephen Flal. Today, he was turning three years old.

The children around him were friends he had made when his grandmother decided to take him to a magical daycare where French wizards sent their young children. Among them were even so future Beauxbatons students who quickly got along with Stephen.

"Stepy, Stepy! Hurry, blow out the candles and make a wish!" exclaid a little blonde girl who radiated a soft glow of beauty. Even at that young age, everyone could tell that she would grow up to be stunning. However, since she was still small, she wasn't yet enchanting others, which allowed her to make friends easily. She was Fleur Delacour.

"Alright, Flopy, calm down, the cake won't fly away... or maybe it will. That would be a fun way to surprise soone," Stephen said, looking at the cake with a mischievous smile. So of his friends rolled their eyes, while others looked at him in worry, fearing they might be his next victims.

From the first day he t his classmates, Stephen had proven to be an expert prankster. His specialty was surprising people, whether in a good or bad way. Of course, he always made sure no one got hurt and that everyone laughed afterward, which quickly made him everyone's favorite.

"Stephen, stop thinking nonsense and just blow out the candles already. I want cake," said a chubby four-year-old boy. His na was Samuel Waterson, one of Stephen's first friends.

"Yeah, Step, hurry up, I want to go play. Isn't that right, Ricky?" said a three-year-old girl who, if not for her long hair tied in a bow, could easily be mistaken for a boy. She was even wilder than most boys. Her na was Isabel Lines.

"Um, y-yeah, s-sure," replied a short boy with glasses timidly. Although he seed shy, he was actually the bravest of the group, being the first to stand up to a classmate who had tried to imitate Stephen and brought fireworks to the daycare. Protecting his friends, he was Richard Walter.

The day went on with the children running everywhere, while occasionally, a small elf dressed as a maid worriedly tried to prevent them from getting hurt, until it was ti to say goodbye.

"Bye, Stepy! Co to my house to play later," said little Fleur as she held her father's hand.

"Bye, Step! Bye, Mr. and Mrs. Flal," Isabel said as her mother scolded her for being covered in cake.

"G-goodbye, Stephen, I had fun. Thanks for inviting ," said little Ricky softly as a house-elf ca to pick him up.

"Bye, buddy. The cake was aweso. Next ti, I'll bring one from my mom's shop," Samuel said, while his mother wiped the food stains from his clothes.

"Phew, today was exhausting. But I had fun, hehe. Ti to asure my magic level. Hopefully, I should already have the sa magic as a first-year student," Stephen thought as he removed the bracelet his grandparents had given him when he was a year old to prevent his magic from going out of control.

"Yeah, aweso. Looks like by the ti I turn eleven and go to school, I'll have more magic than even many fifth- or sixth-years, hehe," the blond boy smiled as he rolled on his bed.

"Now the question is whether I should go to Beauxbatons or Hogwarts..."

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