Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

At this moment, Draco's gaze could no longer be described as shock.

It could be said that Charlie's series of actions directly subverted his original understanding of this spell.

His previous memories of it were all based on his mother occasionally changing the shape of the trimmed greenery in the garden.

He had never seen such flamboyant spellcasting as Charlie's before!

With just this one move, Draco's heart pounded non-stop. His worship for his uncle became even more profound.

To know, even his own father probably couldn't cast such a spell!

At this moment, what Wakanda melon-eating, what Thunderbolt Blasting, what Fiendfyre Curse…

All the spells Draco had secretly peeked at in his father's notebook were thrown to the wind.

At this moment, his eyes could only hold his uncle's extraordinary posture, and that powerful spell.

Transfiguration Master… He repeated it silently in his heart several times, until he firmly remembered this title.

Now, Draco, who had just turned eleven a few days ago, had a goal… He was going to Hogwarts! He was going to learn this Transfiguration! He wants to become… like his uncle, a Transfiguration Master! ! !

Charlie didn't know Draco's mental journey at this time, but looking at his nephew's expression, he could guess more or less.

In his hands, the original white peacock was like an extremely malleable piece of plasticine, being kneaded and changed in various ways. In front of Draco, it turned into various creatures again. Even at the end, Charlie took great interest and directly followed Dumbledore's headmaster's pet, Fawkes, and directly promoted it to a phoenix! !

Although the appearance and the flames on its body could not be compared with a real phoenix at all, it was enough for an eleven-year-old wizard who had never even seen a phoenix.

“Huff…”

And here, Charlie, who had squandered his magic power, finally felt tired. As he exhaled, his wand shook again.

The laser was cut off cleanly, and Charlie's wand was put back into the ring by him.

Only the white peacock, which had been played with for a long time, was now restored to its original state, slumped on the ground, and would wobble even if it barely stood up.

It seemed that he had not recovered from Charlie's Transfiguration.

“Gah! ! ”

It couldn't help but cry out again with a terrified look, and then it couldn't maintain its previous leisurely and comfortable manner. It flapped its wings in embarrassment, and its two claws took turns tumbling on the ground, quickly moving away from the two.

“I want to learn Transfiguration! ! ! ! ! ”

Draco felt that he had never wanted to master this omnipotent spell like this time.

He gripped his wand tightly, and his breathing seemed to be much heavier.

In his mind, he seemed to have already begun to imagine how he would be able to summon wind and rain and do whatever he wanted, like his uncle, after he learned this spell.

Poor Draco still wouldn't think that in the entire wizarding world, there would definitely not be more than a handful of Transfiguration Masters who could reach such a high level of attainment as Charlie Black.

But even so…

Even if you still can't reach the final goal you want after working hard. However, when you turn your head, you will find that—your current steps have already surpassed many others…

Many years later, when Draco, who had already graduated from Hogwarts, recalled this shocking scene from his childhood while holding Scorpius Malfoy, the corners of his mouth would also unconsciously overflow with the same smile as before.

Although he still hasn't reached his uncle's level, he has changed his original life trajectory…

Of course, these are all things of the past.

… … … … … … … … … …

After doing this, things naturally became much easier.

Charlie's teaching also became extremely smooth.

Draco, in this way, changed his mentality just now, and followed Charlie's explanation with firm eyes, and began to learn his first spell.

“Transfiguration! ! ”

“Transfiguration… … ”

… …

For a whole morning, Draco's enthusiasm surprised Charlie.

He learned his own techniques, starting with the simplest leaf, waving the wand in his hand over and over again, and occasionally making some adjustments based on Charlie's suggestions.

Although Charlie couldn't be sure whether the enthusiasm shown by his nephew at this moment was just a three-minute heat or was sincere.

After all, Transfiguration is not something that is easy to learn… Perhaps the exquisite operation he just showed can encourage Draco's enthusiasm.

But don't forget that even Charlie took more than ten years to reach this level…

After a long period of hard practice and no major progress, Charlie doubted whether this eleven-year-old child could still have the determination to persevere.

However, although he thought so, Charlie was still gratified just from this morning.

Under his precise guidance and Draco's dedicated practice, in less than a morning, he could simply make the leaves falling from the tree deform.

You know, this is already quite difficult for a young wizard who has just come into contact with magic…

Perhaps…

Charlie looked at the leaf that had shrunk together and was about to be twisted into a needle, and couldn't help but think

Does this nephew of his really have the talent to learn Transfiguration? ?

At this moment, Draco finally stopped waving the wand in his hand all morning.

His eyes widened, and he squatted down cautiously, picking up the leaf.

For a time, an unparalleled joy filled his originally exhausted heart.

He felt as if he had endless power again.

Draco suddenly turned his head and sent the curled leaf in his palm to Charlie as if it were a treasure.

“Uncle! ! Look quickly! ! I succeeded! Look at this leaf… It, it's deformed! ”

Charlie couldn't help laughing as he looked at Draco like this.

He reached out and took the leaf from Draco's hand and squeezed it gently…

The original soft leaf had become hard, and even a slight needle-nose shape could be vaguely seen at the petiole.

Charlie didn't skimp on his encouragement and said truthfully, "Maybe before dinner tonight, you can successfully learn to turn the leaf into a needle."

Draco couldn't help but puff out his chest when he heard Charlie's words.

Ignoring the sweat on his face, he raised his wand again at the leaves on the ground.

He doesn't know how big the gap is between turning a leaf into a needle and his uncle's methods.

But the young man still firmly believes that as long as he continues to work hard, one day, he will be able to do what his uncle did…