Hogwarts: Start with A Divorce and Marry Hermione Backhanded

Chapter Twenty-Four: Mr. Foley: Labor and management are Galleons

Mr. Foley looked hesitant, but of course he knew that his son had reached a bottleneck.

Simple practice steps and paper recitation no longer make sense.

It stands to reason that this is the time to move on to the next stage.

It's time to try to refine basic potions.

But his son is not yet of school age.

So you can't have a wand.

As for lending his wand to his son?

Let's not talk about whether Braun can match his wand or not.

Even if they could, wizards would basically lend their wands to others.

This is true even for loved ones.

Wizards and wands are in the same relationship as Muggles and their brothers.

Would a normal human would say to lend his brother to someone else?

Of course not.

Then the wizard will not lend his wand to someone else.

Except, of course, the poor pressur.

"I have to say, son, you have made me a little embarrassed...

I'll find a way to find the right wand for you as soon as possible.

It will take time, though.

You'll have to wait. ”

After hesitating for a moment, Mr. Foley finally relaxed.

The Foley family finally came out with another genius, but they couldn't kill him just because they didn't have a wand.

As for the Ministry of Magic?

To hell with the Ministry of Magic.

Some laborers and capitalists are galleons, and if they are found out at that time, they will be compensated.

Braun smiled.

The emulator's cooldown is coming to an end today.

He couldn't wait to get his new talent.

"Two gentlemen?

Are you done with your business? ”

Mother Millie, pushing open the door and standing at the door asked.

"Of course, Mom."

"Then hurry up and clean up.

Let's go shopping today, and Braun should buy some new robes.

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, and we have to celebrate. ”

"Okay mom, let's go."

Braun replied indifferently.

Although it is not clear why wizards still spend Christmas.

But since you're going, let's go.

I'm dying in the castle myself.

He was still happy to be able to see Diagon Alley in the book with his own eyes.

And he felt that what his mother said about Christmas was just an excuse, more because she wanted to go shopping but had no one to accompany her.

That's why he pulled his son and husband.

Otherwise, why haven't you purchased before?

But who knows hasn't gone out yet.

He was pulled by his own mother.

Mrs. Foley tugged at the corner of Braun's coat and covered her nose with the other:

"Oh, Braun.

Hurry up and change your clothes.

Take a good shower.

Merlin's beard.

Smell what you smell like. ”

Braun sniffed his clothes and found nothing.

But looking at his mother's somewhat exaggerated movements, it can be seen.

The smell on one's own body, probably, probably... Well...... It really doesn't smell good.

But that's normal.

Potions materials are inherently full of strange smells.

The taste after mixing is even stranger.

In the past few days, I have stayed in the house every day to practice the refining process of various potions.

It is also inevitable that the clothes will be stained with some potion materials and smells.

"All right, Mom."

Braun said helplessly.

"Remember to use a shampoo!"

Millie pinched her nose and shouted at Braun.

"Got it mom!"

Take off your potions-stained green clothes.

Braun stood under the shower and washed his whole body carefully.

Then I washed my hair with the shampoo my mother had specially ordered.

"Iris flavored. Not bad. ”

Put the red shampoo bottle down.

Braun washed his hair happily.

Hum a few words of song from time to time.

Men always bathe quickly.

It wasn't long before Braun emerged from the bathroom.

looked in the mirror.

I found that after washing my hair with shampoo, my hair that was originally stunned was well served.

Blonde hair sticks to the scalp.

"It's a good 'shampoo' effect."

Just throw the towel that wiped your head over the sink.

Then the mirror exclaimed:

"Sloppy! Sloppy! ”

Until Braun hangs the towel properly.

The mirror settles down.

Magic mirror, a common thing in many families.

A small magic is cast on it to remind the person looking in the mirror to pay attention to dress and behavior.

But compared to the joking mirror in Braun's house, this magic mirror is obviously not intelligent.

Just know to yell.

After changing into the new clothes that Dom had prepared.

Braun just felt refreshed.

The exhaustion of days is swept away.

"This smells really good!"

As he passed by his old clothes, Braun couldn't help but cover his nose.

Just now, because I was used to smelling, I didn't smell what Mrs. Foley said.

Braun thought she was making a fuss.

But when I came out of the bath, I realized how strong the smell was.

If I had to describe it, it would be like an open can of herring with rotten sharks and boiling them.

That sour... Gee.

"Dom, this dress needs to be washed well. Otherwise, you won't be able to wear it. ”

Braun ordered, covering his nose.

"Little young master, the lady said that this dress can't be worn and thrown away."

"Throw it away? All right. There you go. ”*

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