Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

Seeing Lucius walking away without a moment's pause, Charlie couldn't help but be startled by his brother-in-law's resolute behavior.

Looking at the empty fireplace, Narcissa couldn't help but frown, thinking about something.

Charlie turned his head and looked at Draco, who was holding the cup in his mouth and hesitated for a while.

Suddenly, he thought of something and couldn't help but ask Narcissa

"Draco is going to Hogwarts, has he bought all his things?"

Charlie's words interrupted Narcissa's thoughts, which were staring at the fireplace.

Narcissa thought for a while and said

"We prepared a few robes and wands for him. We haven't bought the remaining books or other things because we need the list from Hogwarts."

Charlie understood and nodded.

"Perhaps after a while, if Draco has nothing else to do, I can take him to play...teach him a few simple magic tricks and help him get used to the wand."

As soon as these words came out, Draco's eyes suddenly lit up, as he had been reluctant to open his mouth while looking at Milk.

He immediately turned his head and nodded desperately to show that he strongly agreed with his uncle's statement.

Then he quickly turned his head and looked at his mother, with a bit of pleading in his eyes.

Narcissa laughed and nodded in agreement without any hesitation.

"That is of course the best. The original plan of Lucius and I was to let him learn a few magics before entering Hogwarts. Since you are willing to personally guide Draco, I think it will be better than me and Lucius.

Lucius did better."

Hearing this, Draco's excitement and joy suddenly reached an extreme level.

If his mother hadn't been looking at him at this moment, Draco would have definitely jumped up.

"but……"

However, before Narcissa could finish her words, she paused and continued.

"Draco, you'd better drink the milk quickly so you can get your wand and go out with your uncle."

Suddenly, the little face that was originally filled with joy froze...and then slowly turned sad.

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As a young wizard who had not yet learned magic, for the most basic safety reasons, Narcissa kept the wand in her hands after buying it, and did not choose to leave it to Draco for safekeeping.

At this moment, looking at Draco, who looked generous and determined to die, quickly drinking up all the milk in the glass, Narcissa nodded, got up and walked to the second floor to get Draco's wand.

"vomit……"

Looking at Narcissa's leaving back, Draco finally couldn't bear it any longer, opened his mouth and retched, and even tears flowed out.

Charlie stretched out his hand sympathetically and patted his back, hoping it would make him feel better.

"My mother... she burned the milk."

Draco turned his head, looked at Charlie who was full of sympathy, and said with hazy eyes.

"It's okay...I can understand."

Charlie nodded in agreement, and then continued:

"Do you know why your father left so fast?"

When Draco heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then looked at the position where his father had just done it, and subconsciously asked

"Why?"

Charlie chuckled

"If my guess is correct, he must be enjoying breakfast after a cup of coffee in a nice restaurant."

Draco's eyes widened, and he turned his head in disbelief and looked at Charlie.

Soon, Narcissa came back and brought a rectangular box made of black leather.

Charlie took the box and stroked the black leather. Before he opened it, he couldn't help but asked in surprise.

"Didn't you buy this at Ollivander's?"

"No."

Narcissa shook her head.

"For Draco's wand, Lucius and I specially found a German wand master and spent a lot of gold and galleons to customize this wand."

Listening to his mother's words, Draco couldn't help but raise his chin proudly.

It seems that in his opinion, the wands specially customized from Germany must be much better than the "ordinary ones" bought at Ollivander's Wand Shop.

"Okay..." Charlie was helpless and didn't say much.

This is actually a very common situation in pure-blood noble families.

They did this not really because the German staff-maker's skills were better than Garrick Ollivander's.

But to make a certain distinction specifically to show their superiority as a pure-blood family.

After all, they all go to the same school, wear the same uniforms, use the same books, and have the same teachers.

In this situation, a group of extraordinary pure-blood nobles with lofty aspirations would no doubt rely on magic wands in addition to flaunting their strength.

"What? You bought the wand at Ollivanders? Tsk tsk tsk tsk, you are indeed an ordinary wizard."

"Look at me, as a pure-blood wizard, even the wand must be customized from Germany. This is called authentic~"

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Charlie carefully opened the long box, revealing the wand lying quietly on the red velvet inside.

It was a brown-purple wand, about ten inches long.

Charlie took it out, put it in front of his eyes, and carefully observed the wood grain on it.

Draco, who was itching unbearably, also raised his head and opened his eyes wide in anticipation of his uncle's evaluation of this wand.

It's hawthorn...

Feeling the texture on it, Charlie quickly determined its material.

As for the inner core, Charlie, who is not a professional, naturally has no way of knowing.

It can only be confirmed after the magic is actually performed.

But no matter what, this wand can indeed be regarded as a pretty good wand.

After waving twice gently, along with the spell muttered by Charlie, a faint white light bloomed from the top of the wand, shining brightly.

"Ohhhh!!"

Draco was startled by Charlie's actions. Seeing his uncle actually waving the wand in front of him, his eyes immediately shone with light.

However, it is actually just a lighting spell...

Charlie didn't want to use any offensive spells indoors. He just wanted to test what the inner core of this wand was made of.

Of course, now he was sure - it was a tuft of unicorn hair.

Interestingly, using unicorn hair as the inner core is also Garrick Ollivander's specialty.

Suddenly, Charlie's movements froze, as if he thought of a possibility, and suddenly the look on his face became strange.

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