Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

After leaving the Malfoy family's mansion, they came to the garden outside.

Standing on the steps, I couldn't help but take a breath of the fresh morning air.

It seems that due to some special magic, the interior of Malfoy Manor is not as foggy as an ordinary British city. Instead, it is a beautiful scene of birds singing and the fragrance of flowers. Even the air inhaled into the lungs is smelling of green grass and morning dew.

Fragrant and refreshing.

Because Charlie came too late last night, it was already dark, and I was too tired at the time, so I did not see the landscape of the garden outside the mansion.

Looking around at this moment, I saw that the entire garden was lush, lush and beautiful. Whether it was the peacocks roaming freely or the exquisite garden decoration style, it can be seen that Lucius and Narcissa were there.

A lot of effort was spent on this.

"Quick! Uncle!!"

While Charlie was still looking up to admire the beautiful scenery, Draco, who had gotten the wand, had already rushed out of the room happily, holding the wand in one hand and a robe that had not yet been put on in the other, and hurriedly ran into him.

in the field of vision.

Then he gave the obstructive white peacock a kick and drove it aside.

Then he waved his magic wand excitedly, urging Charlie.

This naughty kid...

Sure enough, as long as Lucius was away, Draco's original deliberate demeanor would be completely forgotten, revealing his original temperament.

"..." Charlie's eyelids trembled, and he nodded helplessly, took out his wand, followed the direction Draco ran leisurely, and finally came to an empty and open lawn.

"Uncle! What are you going to teach me today?!"

It seemed that he was about to learn the first magic in his life, and it was taught to him by Charlie Black.

Draco was very energetic. He held the wand tightly with both hands and placed it in front of him, as if he was holding a sharp sword! The next second he would transform into a melee mage, holding the wand towards him.

Charlie poked.

But who is not like this... Charlie couldn't help but smile.

I remember how I felt when Signus taught me his first magic.

"Okay, okay kid..."

Charlie said softly

"Don't be so excited... Before teaching you magic, I think I'd better teach you how to hold the wand first..."

As he spoke, he deliberately stretched out his left hand holding the wand, moved his fingers again in front of Draco's eyes, and then pinched it all.

Charlie's posture of holding the wand is very beautiful, just like a symphony conductor holding a baton, holding two-sixths of the end of the wand impartially. No matter what situation he faces, there is no

Despite the slightest change, he still maintains a calm and unhurried demeanor.

And this perfectly fits the persona he has always displayed to the outside world.

You have to say that when a wizard casts spells and holds the wand in a very good-looking posture, it is really a plus point in the eyes of outsiders, not to mention that Charlie has inherited the excellent genes of the Black family and is so handsome.

Holding the wand, as the foundation of foundations, is not that difficult.

Especially since Draco didn't have many opportunities to touch the wand, and he didn't develop any wrong habits, so it didn't take long for him to be able to imitate Charlie's hand.

I tried swiping it a few times. Although it still felt a bit unfamiliar and awkward when I held it for the first time, this elegant gesture really hit Draco's heart as a pure-blood aristocrat.

"Then what! Uncle, can you start learning magic?"

"What do you want to learn?" Charlie said, habitually drawing several arcs in the air with his wand.

The wand exudes a little light green light, like a pen, leaving writing in the air.

"How about a lighting spell?"

He lowered his head and glanced up at Draco, who looked up at Charlie's wand with envy, and wrote a word in mid-air.

"lumos"

This is the illumination spell, which can also be said to be one of the most basic simple spells in magic.

Of course, you can also call it "fluorescence"

Seemingly dissatisfied with Charlie's suggestion, Draco frowned and shook his head decisively.

Charlie raised his eyebrows, but without saying anything else, he waved his wand decisively, causing the spell on it to dissipate completely.

"Then...the repair spell?"

He wrote another spell

“reparo(recover as before)”

It is also one of the simplest basic spells.

But Draco was still not satisfied. After shaking his head decisively again, he finally made his request.

"None of these spells are of any use! I want to learn the kind of spell that can make others fear and make them bow to me!"

When he said this, it was Charlie who frowned.

The wand he was waving paused, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression instantly changed from gentle to serious.

Young man, your idea is very dangerous...

Draco was also startled by the sudden change in his expression. He couldn't help but take two steps back, grabbed his wand, and lowered his head, not daring to speak any more.

"How could you come up with such an idea??"

Charlie couldn't help but ask...

Although he had a deep understanding of Draco's character from the book in his previous life, but now from a different perspective, he couldn't help but start from the perspective of an elder and wanted to educate this child and call him

Don't inherit all of his father's damn pureblood habits.

Hearing this, Draco raised his head carefully and looked at Charlie's face. Seeing that his face was still not very good-looking, he lowered his head again.

After hesitating for a while, he seemed to have made up his mind and answered Charlie's question.

"I, my mother told me before..."

As soon as Draco said this, Charlie had a bad feeling...

Sure enough, it was not what he expected, Draco continued.

"My mother said... When my uncle first went to Hogwarts, he dared to go to the restricted book area in the middle of the night to look for books... Later he was caught, and Dumbledore specially ordered me to do it for this reason.

Grandfather called Hogwarts..."

Draco lowered his head, not noticing Charlie's change of expression at all, and continued on by himself.

"At that time, my mother said, my grandfather did not scold you. Instead, he was very happy. When he got home, he showed off to others that you were talented..."

As he was talking, Draco realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere. He carefully raised his head and took a look at Charlie's face. Well, it was a little dark.