Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

The day went by like this, quickly passing by while Draco was practicing.

Narcissa also put down what she was doing at this moment and walked to the door of the mansion.

The twilight of the setting sun shines on the two figures, one large and one small, in the manor, covering their shoulders with a layer of soft gauze.

"transfiguration!!"

"transfiguration!"

Narcissa just stood there, listening to her son's voice gradually becoming hoarse over and over again.

But she didn't stop him. Instead, she silently watched from a distance as he waved the wand again and again under the command of her younger brother.

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Charlie looked sideways slightly, looked at Narcissa who was standing at the door, and waved to her, indicating that she could come over and take a look.

However, Narcissa smiled slightly and had no intention of coming over. Instead, she waved her hand and walked back into the mansion.

Charlie turned his head and focused his attention on Draco again.

From the time he first contacted the transformation spell to now, excluding the time for lunch, it has been about seven or eight hours.

He didn't notice his mother, or in other words, even Charlie standing next to him was vaguely ignored.

After Charlie told him all the techniques, he could only explore the rest by himself.

"Huh...huh." Draco gasped.

Sweat flowed from his forehead, and his eyes began to feel sore.

Not to mention the arms. After waving the wand all day, it will definitely not feel good when you get up early tomorrow morning.

But his movements still continued, his eyes still looked at the leaves on the ground, and the spells in his mouth still recited meticulously.

There were no other thoughts in his mind, only the repeated imagination of turning leaves into needles again and again.

I don't know how long it took, but Charlie couldn't help but raise his head and look at the sky.

The sun had set now, and the stars and moon dotted the night.

Lucius, who had already returned home, licked his lips and stood in front of a window, observing everything happening in the courtyard through the glass.

"Narcissa..."

Suddenly, Lucius turned his head and looked at his wife on the sofa not far away.

"That's almost it...go and ask Draco and Charlie to come in for dinner."

Narcissa smiled at him and did not get up. Instead, she patted the sofa and told him to sit down for a while.

"You've been standing there since you just got home. Aren't you tired? You'd better sit down and stay for a while..."

Just when Lucius frowned and paused as if he was about to say something, a sudden shout from outside the courtyard interrupted his original words.

"I made it!!! I did it! I turned it into a needle!!!"

This is Draco's voice.

After hearing this, Lucius turned his head back and looked at Draco in the courtyard again.

At this time, Draco was holding a needle in his hand and shouting with joy.

He raised his wand high and waved it in the air to express his joy.

Lucius's frown just now relaxed a little, and his lips moved without making a sound.

If it was normal for his son to be so impudent, he would definitely scold Draco in a deep voice without hesitation.

But at this moment, he fell silent and chose to continue peeking through the glass.

After that, Draco, who was venting his happiness, finally stopped.

He looked again at Charlie, who had been standing there for who knows how long, and carefully handed the needle over to Charlie's hand.

Then he opened his eyes wide, eagerly waiting for the other party's comments.

A tiny silver needle twirled in Charlie's hand for a moment.

Then he gave it back to Draco, and in the other's expectant eyes, he nodded seriously...

After receiving Charlie's approval, Draco cheered again.

He clutched the wand tightly in one hand and held the needle in the palm of his other hand.

He rushed back to the mansion directly.

With a "Bang!", Draco pushed the door of the mansion open.

He excitedly raised the hand holding the needle and ran to Narcissa's side without stopping.

"Mother!! I have learned the transformation spell! Look!!"

He handed the needle to Narcissa, as if sharing his hard-won treasure with her.

At this moment, Draco's whole body looked dusty, and there were even sweat stains on his face.

It can be said that he is completely different from the original aristocratic young master.

But Narcissa didn't pay attention to this...she stared at the expression on Draco's face.

It was a joy she had never seen before... For a moment, Narcissa also laughed.

"Awesome, my dear, you are worthy of being a child of the Malfoy family..."

After saying that, he completely ignored the dust on Draco's body, took him into his arms, and patted his back.

Suddenly, Narcissa's eyes looked at Lucius by the window.

Lucius still stood there, quietly looking at Draco who threw himself into Narcissa's arms, but he did not speak and had no expression on his face.

"Come, Draco. Go and show your father."

Narcissa loosened her arms and turned her head to Lucius by the window.

Suddenly hearing this, Draco, who was still ecstatic at first, seemed to have been shocked by something, and immediately stood up with a "whoosh" sound.

He followed Narcissa's gaze towards the window, and it was only then that he noticed that his father was back and had been standing there.

"...Father...Father."

Draco couldn't help but swallowed, stood stiffly on the spot, lowered his head subconsciously, and firmly grasped the needle back in his hand...

"..." Lucius looked at Draco, who was in an awkward state in front of him, and said nothing.

The atmosphere suddenly dropped from the original enthusiasm to the initial freezing point.

Charlie also walked back from the courtyard at this moment. He stood at the door, looked at Draco who lowered his head and did not dare to speak, and then looked at Lucius by the window. For a while, he felt that he could not bear this atmosphere.

Finally, Lucius spoke.

"Bring it over...show me."

His voice seemed a little calm, and at this time, it could even be considered gentle.

Draco, who had lowered his head and waited for the storm to come, was stunned for a moment.

Then he raised his head, as if he heard something wrong, and looked at his father in disbelief.

"Didn't you hear what I said?"

Lucius frowned again and shouted in a deep voice.

"Oh, oh."

Only then did Draco react, trotted quickly, and brought the needle to Lucius.

Lucius picked up the needle, put it in front of his eyes, and looked at it carefully.

His expression was still serious, as if he was inspecting some precious artwork.

After a while, he nodded and uttered four words:

“Well done.”