Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

Watching Lucius leave without hesitation, Charlie couldn't help but be taken aback by his brother-in-law's decisive manner.

Looking at the empty fireplace, Narcissa frowned, lost in thought.

Charlie turned to look at Draco, who was holding his cup, hesitating to drink.

Suddenly, something occurred to him, and he couldn't help but ask Narcissa,

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

Charlie's words interrupted Narcissa's thoughts as she stared at the fireplace.

Narcissa thought for a moment and said,

"We prepared a few robes for him, and a wand. As for the remaining books or other items, we haven't bought them yet because we need the list that Hogwarts will mail."

Charlie understood and nodded.

"Perhaps later, if Draco has nothing else to do, I can take him out to play… Teach him a few simple little spells, and help him get used to his wand."

As soon as he said this, Draco's eyes lit up, he hadn't been willing to open his mouth to the milk until now.

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

Then he quickly turned to look at his mother, with a pleading look in his eyes.

Narcissa smiled and nodded in agreement without the slightest hesitation.

"That would be the best, of course. Lucius and I originally planned for him to learn a few spells before entering Hogwarts. Since you are willing to personally guide Draco, I think you will definitely do better than Lucius and I would."

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

If his mother wasn't watching him at that moment, Draco would definitely have jumped up.

"But…"

However, Narcissa hadn't finished speaking. She paused and continued,

"Draco, you better hurry up and drink your milk, so you can get your wand and go out with your uncle."

Instantly, the little face that was full of joy froze… and slowly turned to sadness.

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As a young wizard who had not yet learned magic, Narcissa, for basic safety considerations, had been keeping the wand in her own hands after buying it and had not chosen to let Draco keep it.

At this moment, watching Draco, who looked like he was going to his execution with a determined expression, gulp down all the milk in his cup quickly, Narcissa nodded and got up to go upstairs to get Draco's wand.

"Ugh…"

Looking at Narcissa's departing back, Draco finally couldn't help it, opened his mouth and retched, tears streaming down his face.

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

"My mother… she burned the milk."

Draco turned his head, looked at Charlie with sympathetic eyes, and said with tears in his eyes.

"It's okay… I understand."

Charlie nodded in agreement, and then said,

"Do you know why your dad left so quickly?"

When Draco heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then looked at the seat his father had just occupied, and subconsciously asked,

"Why?"

Charlie chuckled.

"If I'm not mistaken, he's probably enjoying a breakfast with a cup of coffee at some nice restaurant right now."

Draco's eyes widened, and he turned to look at Charlie in disbelief.

Soon, Narcissa returned, bringing with her a rectangular box with a black leather exterior.

Charlie took the box, stroking the feel of the black leather. Before even opening it, he couldn't help but ask in surprise,

"This wasn't bought at Ollivander's Wand Shop?"

"No."

Narcissa shook her head.

"For Draco's wand, Lucius and I specially found a German wandmaker and spent a considerable amount of Galleons to customize this wand."

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

It seemed to him that a wand specially customized from Germany was definitely much better than the "ordinary stuff" bought from Ollivander's Wand Shop.

"Alright…" Charlie said helplessly, not saying much.

This was actually a very common situation in pure-blood aristocratic families.

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

But to deliberately make some distinction to show their superiority as a pure-blood family.

After all, they all went to the same school, wore the same school uniforms, used the same books, and the teachers were the same group of people.

In this situation, a group of outstanding, ambitious pure-blood aristocrats, in addition to flaunting their strength, undoubtedly had to rely on their wands.

"What? You bought your wand at Ollivander's? Tsk tsk tsk, you really are ordinary wizards."

"Look at me, as a pure-blood wizard, even my wand must be customized from Germany, that's the real deal ~"

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

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

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

And Draco, who was itching to try it, also looked up, his eyes wide with anticipation for his uncle's evaluation of the wand.

It's hawthorn wood…

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

As for the core, Charlie, who was not a professional, naturally had no way of knowing.

He could only confirm it after actually casting a spell.

But no matter what, this wand could indeed be considered a rather good wand.

He gently waved it twice, and as Charlie muttered the spell, a faint white light bloomed from the tip of the wand, shimmering with a brilliant light.

"Ooh! !"

Draco was startled by Charlie's action, and when he saw his uncle actually waving the wand handsomely in front of him, his eyes immediately sparkled.

However, it was just a Lumos charm…

Charlie didn't want to use any offensive spells indoors, he was just trying to test what the core of the wand was made of.

Of course, now he could be sure—it was a strand of unicorn hair.

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

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

Exported and then sold domestically, that's what it is…