Mr. Foley looked hesitant, but of course, he knew that his son had reached a bottleneck.
Simple practice steps and paper recitation no longer makes sense.
It stands to reason that this is the time to move on to the next stage.
It's time to try to refine the basic potions.
But his son is not yet at the age to be admitted to the wizarding school.
So as per the rules, he can't have his own wand.
As for lending his wand to his son?
Let's not talk about whether Braun can match his wand or not, even if he could use Albert's want, wizards would never basically lend their wands to others.
This is true even when it comes to your loved ones.
Wizards and wands are in the same relationship as Muggles and their lovers.
Would a normal human lend his lover to someone else?
Of course never.
Then a wizard will not lend his wand to someone else.
Except, of course, the pressure of poverty might make people make some tough decisions.
"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 patiently for a while. "
After hesitating for a moment, Mr. Foley finally acquiesced to Braun.
The Foley family finally came out with another genius, but they couldn't limit him and keep him constrained just because they didn't have a wand.
As for the Ministry of Magic?
To hell with the Ministry of Magic.
In his opinion, all laborers and capitalists are out for money, and even if they are found out at that time, they will be fine as long as the right palms are greased at the right time.
Braun smiled.
The simulator's cooldown is coming to an end today. That means, he will be able to choose a new talent.
He couldn't wait to see what will be the possibilities for his new talent.
"Can you two men not hear me?
Are you done with your business? "
Mother Millie, pushing open the door and standing at the door asked again after being ignored by the two, who were in their own worlds and were tuning her out.
"Of course, Mom."
"Then hurry up and clean up, you both reek of stench of potion dregs.
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 he was curious and wondered why wizards still spend Christmas.
But since his mother said they were going to celebrate, let's celebrate.
He was dying of boredom by staying in the castle by himself. Everyday since he took over, his parents have left him at home for their own businesses.
The only company he has are Dom and other house elves, who treat him with too much respect that he cannot even hold a normal conversation without them punishing themselves for not being able to be of use to him.
He was still excited to be able to see the famous Diagon Alley from the book with his own eyes.
And he knew what his mother said about Christmas was just an excuse. The real reason should be because she wanted to go shopping but had no one to accompany her after the recent 'argument' she had with her shopping buddies.
That's why she pulled her son and husband to accompany her.
Otherwise, why wouldn't she have purchased the items before?
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.
Do you even know what you smell like. "
Braun sniffed his clothes and found nothing.
But looking at his mother's somewhat exaggerated movements, it can be deduced.
The smell on one's own body, probably, probably... Well... It really doesn't smell good.
But that's normal.
Potion materials are inherently full of strange smells.
The results after mixing is even stranger.
In the past few days, he has been staying in the house every day to practice the refining process of various potions. By now he has gotten used to all these smells.
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 potion-stained green clothes.
Braun stood under the shower and washed his whole body carefully.
Then he washed his hair with the shampoo his 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 shower and looked in the mirror in the bathroom wall.
He then proceeded to just tossed the towel that he wiped his head over the sink.
Then the mirror continued to exclaim like an alarm:
"Sloppy! Sloppy! "
It went on until Braun hanged the towel properly on the drying rack. The mirror once confirming this settled down.
Magic mirrors are a common thing in many wizard families.
A small magic is cast on it to remind the person looking in the mirror to pay attention to their dressing and behavior.
But compared to the joking mirror in Braun's bedroom, this magic mirror is obviously not intelligent. It just know how to yell.
After changing into the new clothes that Dom had prepared for his outing with his family, Braun just felt refreshed.
The exhaustion of days were swept away.
"This smells really good!"
"Oh wait, the does this mean..."
As he went towards the bin where his old clothes lay, Braun couldn't help but cover his nose.
Just now, because he was used to smelling the odor, he didn't smell what Mrs. Foley said.
Braun thought she was making a fuss.
But when he came out of the bath, he realized how strong the smell was.
If one 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, I 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 must be destroyed without leaving a single thread behind."
" All right. There you go. "