Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

Leaving the Malfoy family's manor, they arrived at the garden outside.

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

Seemingly due to some special magic, the interior of Malfoy Manor was completely unlike the misty atmosphere of ordinary British cities. Instead, it was a beautiful scene of singing birds and fragrant flowers. Even the air inhaled into the lungs carried the fragrance of grass and morning dew, making one feel refreshed.

Because Charlie had arrived too late last night and it was already dark, coupled with his own exhaustion at the time, he hadn't seen the scenery of the garden outside the manor.

At this moment, looking around, the entire garden was lush and beautiful. Whether it was from the peacocks leisurely wandering around, or the exquisite garden decoration style, it could be seen that Lucius and Narcissa had spent a lot of effort on it.

"Hurry! Uncle!!"

While Charlie was still admiring the beautiful scenery, Draco, who had gotten his wand, had already rushed out of the room excitedly. Holding the wand in one hand and a robe that hadn't been put on yet in the other, he hurriedly ran into his field of vision.

Then he gave the somewhat obstructive white peacock a kick, driving it aside.

Only then did he excitedly wave his wand, urging Charlie.

This brat…

As expected, as long as Lucius wasn't around, Draco's deliberately displayed demeanor would be completely forgotten, exposing his original nature.

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"…" Charlie's eyelids twitched. He nodded helplessly, took out his wand, and leisurely followed the direction Draco ran, eventually arriving at an open lawn.

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

Seemingly because he was about to learn his first magic in his life, and it was being taught by Charlie Black.

Draco was full of energy, holding the wand tightly in both hands, placing it in front of him, as if he was holding a sharp sword! The next second, he would transform into a close-combat mage, using the wand to stab Charlie.

But who wasn't like this? Charlie couldn't help but smile.

Back then, when Cygnus taught him his first magic, wasn't he feeling the same way?

"Alright, alright, child…"

Charlie said softly,

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

As he said that, he deliberately stretched out his left hand holding the wand, re-moved his fingers in front of Draco, and then pinched them all.

Charlie's posture of holding the wand was very good-looking, just like a symphony conductor holding a baton, grasping the two-sixths part of the end of the wand without bias. Even when facing any situation, there was no change, still maintaining a calm demeanor.

And this also perfectly matched the persona he had always shown to the outside world.

You have to say that when a wizard's spellcasting and wand-holding posture is very good-looking, it is really an extremely scoring point in the eyes of outsiders, especially since Charlie inherited the excellent genes of the Black family and is so handsome.

Holding a wand, as the foundation of the foundation, is not very difficult.

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

He tried waving it a few times. Although he still felt a little unfamiliar and awkward the first time he held it, this elegant posture did hit Draco's heart as a pure-blood aristocrat at once.

"Then what! Uncle, can we start learning magic now?"

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

The wand emitted a little faint green light, like a pen, leaving handwriting in the air.

"How about the Lumos charm?"

He glanced down at Draco, who was looking up at Charlie's wand with envious eyes, and wrote a word in mid-air by himself.

"Lumos"

This is the spell for the Lumos charm, and it can also be said to be one of the most basic simple magics.

Of course, you can also call it "Wand-Lighting Charm."

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

Charlie raised his eyebrows, didn't say much, and waved his wand decisively, causing the spell above to disappear completely.

"Then… the Repairing Charm?"

He wrote another spell:

"Reparo (Repairs)"

It is also one of the simplest basic spells.

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

"These spells are useless! I want to learn the kind of spells that can make others fear me and make them bow their heads to me!"

As soon as these words came out, it was Charlie who frowned.

The wand he was waving paused, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression instantly changed from the original gentleness to seriousness.

Young man, your idea is very dangerous…

And Draco was startled by this sudden change of expression. He couldn't help but take two steps back, clutching his wand, and lowered his head, daring not to speak.

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

Charlie couldn't help but ask…

Although in his previous life, he had deeply understood Draco's character from books, but at this time, changing to a different perspective, he still couldn't help but start from the identity of an elder and wanted to educate this child, telling him not to inherit all of his father's damned pure-blood陋习.

Hearing this, Draco carefully raised his head 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, as he expected, Draco continued.

"My mother said… when you first went to Hogwarts, you dared to sneak into the restricted area alone in the middle of the night to find books… Later, you were caught, and Dumbledore specially called my grandfather to Hogwarts for this reason…"

Draco lowered his head, not noticing Charlie's changing expression at all, and continued to say to himself.

"At that time, my mother said that my grandfather didn't scold you, but was extremely happy. When he returned home, he recklessly bragged to others that you were exceptionally talented…"

While speaking, Draco realized that the atmosphere was a little wrong, and carefully raised his head to take a look at Charlie's face. Well, it was a little dark.