Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

The day passed quickly like this, in Draco's practice. Google Search Read

Narcissa also put down what she was doing and walked to the front of the manor.

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

“Transfiguration!!”

“Transfiguration!”

Narcissa stood there, listening to her son's voice gradually becoming hoarse.

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

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Charlie turned his head slightly and looked at Narcissa standing at the door, beckoning her to come and take a look.

However, Narcissa smiled slightly and didn't come over. Instead, she waved her hand and walked back into the manor.

Charlie turned his head and refocused his attention on Draco.

From the time he started practicing the Transfiguration Charm until now, excluding the time spent eating lunch, it had probably been seven or eight hours.

He didn't notice his mother, or rather, even Charlie, who was standing next to him, was faintly ignored.

After Charlie told him all the techniques, all that was left was for him to explore on his own.

“Huff… … Huff.” Draco gasped for breath.

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

Not to mention his arm, which had been waving a wand all day long. He would definitely not feel good when he woke up tomorrow.

But his movements didn't stop, his eyes were still fixed on the leaves on the ground, and the incantation in his mouth was still recited meticulously.

His mind was empty of other thoughts, only the repeated visualization of turning the leaves into needles.

After who knows how long, Charlie couldn't help but raise his head and look at the sky.

The sun had already set, and stars and moon dots adorned the night sky.

Lucius, who had already returned home, pursed his lips and stood in front of a window, observing everything that was 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 enough… Go and call Draco and Charlie in for dinner.”

Narcissa smiled at him, but didn't get up. Instead, she patted the sofa and asked him to sit down for a while.

“You've been standing there ever since you came back home. Aren't you tired? Sit down for a while…”

Just as Lucius frowned and paused, seemingly intending to say something, a sudden shout from outside the courtyard interrupted his original words.

“I did it!!! I did it! I turned it into a needle!!!”

It was Draco's voice.

Hearing this, Lucius turned his head back and focused his gaze on Draco in the courtyard again.

At this moment, Draco was holding a needle in his hand, shouting with ecstasy.

He raised his wand high and waved it in the air, expressing the joy in his heart.

The frown that Lucius had just furrowed relaxed slightly. His lips moved, but he didn't say a word.

If it were any other time, he would definitely have sternly reprimanded Draco for being so presumptuous.

But at this moment, he remained silent, choosing to continue peering through the glass.

After that, Draco, having vented the joy in his heart, finally stopped.

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

Then, he opened his eyes wide and waited eagerly for the other party's evaluation.

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

Then, he returned it to Draco and, under the other party's expectant gaze, nodded earnestly…

Having received Charlie's approval, Draco cheered again.

He held the wand tightly in one hand and the needle in the other.

He rushed back to the manor.

With a “bang!”, Draco pushed open the door of the manor.

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

“Mother!! I learned the Transfiguration Charm! Look!!”

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

At this moment, Draco was covered in dust, and even had sweat marks on his face from the sweat that had dripped down.

He was completely different from the original young nobleman.

But Narcissa didn't pay attention to these things… Her gaze was fixed on the expression on Draco's face.

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

“That's great, dear. You are indeed a Malfoy…

After speaking, she completely disregarded the dust on Draco's body at this moment and pulled him into her arms, patting him on the back.

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

Lucius was still standing there, quietly watching Draco, who had rushed into Narcissa's embrace, but he didn't say a word, and there was no expression on his face.

“Come, Draco. Go and show your father.”

Narcissa released her arms and turned her head towards Lucius by the window.

Hearing this, Draco, who had been ecstatic, seemed to have been electrocuted, and immediately stood up with a “whoosh” sound.

He followed Narcissa's gaze towards the window. Only at this moment did he notice that his father had returned and had been standing there all along.

“… Fa… Father.”

Draco couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, standing stiffly in place, subconsciously lowering his head, and tightly clenching the needle back into his palm…

“… … … …” Lucius looked at Draco, who was in such a mess, without saying a word.

The atmosphere instantly dropped from the original warmth back to the initial freezing point.

Charlie also walked back from the courtyard at this moment. He stood at the door, looked at Draco, who was lowering his head and dared not speak, and then looked at Lucius by the window. For a moment, he felt a little overwhelmed by this atmosphere.

Finally, Lucius spoke.

“Bring it here… Let me see.”

His voice seemed somewhat calm. At this moment, it could even be considered gentle.

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

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

“Didn't you hear what I said?”

Only then did Lucius frown again and shout in a deep voice.

“Oh, oh.”

Only then did Draco react and quickly jogged over, bringing the needle to Lucius.

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

His expression was still serious, as if he was examining a precious work of art.

After a long while, he nodded and uttered four words:

“Well done.”