Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

Russell left, taking the dress with him, and hurried out of Charlie's office to begin the second selection process. Google search reading

As Russell left, the office door closed, and silence returned for a moment.

Charlie's gaze lingered, watching the direction Russell had left, and after a long while, he lowered his head and looked at his palm again.

In his palm, the gold coin lay quietly in the center, its dull appearance showing no change, and the amiable old man's face blurred again, no longer as vivid as before.

Suddenly, Charlie's eyes changed, and he couldn't help but curl his lips into a slight smile.

"Interesting..."

...

Time passed quickly, and the day Fudges letter to Charlie had agreed upon arrived in the blink of an eye.

In the end, the clothes Russell chose for Charlie were a rather traditional wizard robe. Although there were still many delicate and gorgeous designs and ornaments in some corners, such as the wide cuffs and the hem of the robe, to set off his status, Charlie could be said to be much more satisfied compared to the previous clothes he had chosen.

Soon, Charlie arrived at the hall prepared by the Ministry of Magic for the award ceremony, and also saw his old friend, Cornelius Fudge, in the hall.

Fudge at this moment was no different from when he first saw him, still wearing the same striped suit and red tie that had remained unchanged for thousands of years, and a dark green top hat was firmly placed on his head, even the slightly graying temples were neatly arranged.

Only the rosy face, when he saw Charlie, couldn't help but have a bit of stiffness in his smile. Deep in his eyes, a few complexities also surged.

Fudge's attitude towards this young and promising wizard was undoubtedly tangled...

On the one hand, he liked Charlie's generosity, the kind that casually threw out gold Galleons in units of ten thousand, and handed them directly to him with a flick of his hand, the light feeling making people feel恍惚(huǎnghū).

In his office, the scene of him pouring 50,000 Galleons onto the floor like raindrops was still fresh in his memory, even Charlie's inscrutable smile when he leaned over to look at him was deeply engraved in his mind.

That day, after Charlie left, he didn't use magic, nor did he call other assistants. Alone, he bent down, grabbed the scattered gold Galleons on the ground with his thick palms, and put them into sacks... It took him a whole afternoon to complete the process.

By the time the sack was tied, the top hat on his head had long been casually thrown aside, his meticulous hair became disheveled, sweat soaked his shirt, and he was panting heavily, as if he hadn't done such strenuous exercise for a long time.

Although every cell in his body was filled with fatigue, his spirit felt great fulfillment and unprecedented joy.

On the other hand, he was also frightened by the other party's audacity...

Although Fudge was greedy, cowardly, and incompetent... but he had been sitting firmly in the highest position in the British wizarding world for several years, so he couldn't possibly be a fool. At least in terms of fighting for power and internal struggles, he deserved to be called an expert.

Therefore, when Charlie sent someone to break into his office and tell him about the situation he encountered in the American wizarding world, Fudge's first reaction was shock... In addition to shock, there was also a sense of absurdity.

At that moment, he suddenly realized that this guy was still the madman from the war years in his bones, but the peaceful coat had been disguised for too long, and he couldn't help but be confused by it, naively thinking that Charlie was really just a businessman...

The award ceremony didn't make Charlie wait too long, or rather, it was just a formality.

After all, the Order of Merlin had been disbanded for who knows how many years, and the so-called Order of Merlin award ceremony had long lost its original sacred meaning under the control of the Ministry of Magic—this could be seen from Fudge awarding himself the First Class Order of Merlin.

Apart from the ordinary wizards below still yearning for the eternal glory it could bring, generally at Charlie's level, it was just a superfluous excuse.

In fact, if Charlie wanted to, he could completely buy a First Class Order of Merlin by lending a large amount of gold to the Ministry of Magic, just like his grandfather Arcturus Black did. Roughly converted to the current price, it would only be 10,000 more than his initial sponsorship to Fudge. Other than that, no other preparations were needed.

But there was no need... Because the main reason he wanted this medal was to cooperate with the news and identity, and preheat and build momentum for his candy through various publications. As for the Third Class Order of Merlin or the First Class Order of Merlin, there was no obvious difference.

Facing a group of reporters from various large and small newspapers and the highly respected old wizards sitting at the highest point, Charlie smiled calmly and never said a word from beginning to end. He just nodded from time to time to show respect in cooperation with Minister Fudge beside him.

Then, he listened to the other party briefly describe Charlie's outstanding contributions to the wizarding world in front of everyone. Immediately afterwards, under the formal vote of the Wizengamot wizards, the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot in the central position, who was also Charlie's old headmaster Dumbledore, announced in a loud voice that he was officially awarded the Third Class Order of Merlin...

When Fudge took the beautiful golden medal with a white ribbon from the hands of the people beside him and personally pinned it on Charlie's chest, the atmosphere at the scene reached its peak for a while.

The reporters flocked forward, and the cameras that suddenly flashed "click, click" had already begun to record the most critical moment of this award ceremony.

The two people completed a series of actions such as awarding the medal, shaking hands, and talking under countless flashes. Judging from their expressions alone, they looked like two good friends who had known each other for a long time.

Little did they know that a different kind of tacit understanding flashed in the eyes of Charlie and Fudge when they looked at each other.

Until the frequency of the flashes gradually decreased and all the reporters were satisfied, Fudge continued to announce that this award ceremony was officially over.

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Grass, I'm almost stunned by the carding... There is no information about this damn award ceremony on the Internet at all.