Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 40 Light
"But..."

Draco held the handkerchief in one hand, fixed his eyes on the silver needle wrapped in it, and picked up the wand he had just casually put down from the lawn with the other hand.

Charlie raised his eyebrows, did not speak, but watched his next actions calmly.

"Trans..."

As the spell in his mouth changed from low to high, the wand in Draco's hand also began to waver and sway.

The corners of Charlie's mouth couldn't help ticking upwards, because he noticed that it was only a day later, and Draco's movement of holding the staff was already exactly the same as him.

No matter whether it is the little finger that is slightly raised at an angle, or the index finger, middle finger and thumb that gently pinch the body of the stick, there is no flaw.

This is really interesting... An inexplicable sense of accomplishment surged into Charlie's heart.

Maybe I should try to be a teacher?

I feel that I should be quite talented in this area...

Charlie couldn't help but think in his heart.

The top of Draco's wand, with the chanting of the spell, has slowly condensed light

"...figuration!!"

Finally, the last verse of the Transformation Charm came out of his mouth, and Draco's wrist shook!

Just like when Charlie showed him that day.

His wrist also flicked and danced in a beautiful arc from mid-air.

"Beautiful!" Even Charlie couldn't help admiring him in his heart.

But it's a pity... Although the posture imitated is extremely beautiful, it is not far from my own spellcasting posture.

But Charlie already knew that he was going to fail again this time.

As expected.

Then the light burst out from the tip of the staff, and after it was precisely shot on the silver needle, there was a trembling sound of "嗡!!!!"

It had already begun to twist, and the needles that turned from hard to soft suddenly twitched uncontrollably.

It started flicking around on Draco's handkerchief, and finally twisted into a ball with a puff of black smoke, like a used paper clip.

"Tsk..."

Draco lowered his head in frustration, pouted his mouth, and his originally determined eyes disappeared without a trace, turning into a mournful look.

"I was going to turn it into an earthworm."

Draco drooped the corners of his mouth, raised his head and leaned against the big tree, and Charlie sniffed and complained with a relaxed look.

"I thought I should be able to do it after practicing all morning..."

While talking, Draco's anger also rose, and he simply threw his wand on the lawn again, but without stopping, he picked up the whole teapot and began to raise his head to pour water into his mouth.

Charlie sighed, and then lazily straightened up from the big tree he was leaning against.

Snatching the jug back from Draco's hands, he refilled his empty glass.Charlie raised his head and said simply and directly
"You have fallen into a misunderstanding."

After speaking, he handed the water glass to Draco.

"The essence of magic depends on what, do you know?"

Draco took the water glass, listening to Charlie's question, his head froze.

He frowned, and after racking his brains for a while, he tentatively gave an answer?
"Chanting a spell?"

"There are many wizards in the world who can cast spells silently. They don't need to chant spells when they use magic. Think again."

Charlie shook his head, with a flat expression, directly denying Draco's answer.

"A... wand?"

Draco shrank his neck, and tentatively gave an answer.

Charlie didn't answer him this time, but stretched out his hand directly.

"Look carefully here..."

Charlie said, the five fingers of his hand slowly opened, dancing in front of Draco with a strange rhythm.

Draco pursed his mouth, followed his uncle's words, concentrated his eyes wide and focused all his attention on his hands.

The next moment, he was shocked that something happened.

Between Charlie's dancing fingers, clusters of fingernail-sized flames emerged out of thin air, and began to freely shuttle around the fingers, as if they were alive.

"This, this, this...!!!" The water glass in Draco's hand didn't hold firmly, and he fell to the lawn all of a sudden, and he jumped straight up from the ground with a "swoosh".

"What is this!? How is it possible!?"

Charlie was naturally surprised by Draco's reaction.

"I once went to Nauru near the equator in order to find a magical plant used to make candies... The wizards who live there call themselves priests. They will engrave tattoos with special meanings on their bodies to increase their relationship with The perception of magic..."

Charlie opened his mouth and told a story.

"Thus replacing the role of the magic wand, it can achieve the effect of casting spells with bare hands."

Draco's eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly, as if he couldn't calm down for a long time because of this story he had never heard before.

"Do you know what I'm trying to say?"

Charlie simply stood up and patted the grass clippings stuck to his pants.

This time he didn't wait for Draco's answer, and after asking the question, he gave the answer on his own.

"Whether it's a spell... or a wand. They're nothing more than the medium you use to communicate with magic."

"The spell is to concretize the originally invisible magic, so that it can be more easily perceived by the wizard. The wand is used to assist, and the concretized magic is truly condensed through the medium!"

Draco's pupils couldn't help but light up. Hearing this, for some reason, an unprecedented enlightenment burst out of his mind.

He took a deep breath and stared at his uncle's mouth closely, as if he wanted to engrave every word he had said in the deepest part of his mind.

"The true essence of unleashing a magic is your brain, your mind, your spirit."

Charlie squatted down, picked up the wand that Draco had randomly thrown on the lawn in a fit of anger, bent over and stuffed it in the pocket of his trousers.

"The beautiful spell-casting action is the icing on the cake for you. It allows you to cast the spell at a faster speed on the premise of ensuring that you can complete the spell. In this way, you can react one step ahead when you are in a duel or encounter danger. .”

"Obviously, Draco. You got the point wrong...Then what I have to do now is not to perfectly reproduce my spellcasting action, but to make my spirit more usable for myself. To be able to use it in my mind, through my own Thoughts build the whole magic."

Having said this, Charlie paused, and he deliberately looked at Draco's eyes.

The indelible light of seeking knowledge flickered in his eyes, which made Charlie sigh inwardly.
A light like this can only be seen in the eyes of a child.

(End of this chapter)