Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

"No... that's impossible, you must be crazy!"

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Besides being shocked, Fudge felt something in his brain explode with a "boom".

His pupils suddenly shrank to pinholes due to the sudden fright. In a moment of excitement, his fat body directly pushed away the chair under him and stood up abruptly.

"Plop..."

The solid wood chair fell straight down, hitting the thick carpet in the office with a muffled sound.

The office suddenly fell silent. Apart from Fudge's heavy breathing, there were no other superfluous sounds.

"..."

Charlie's eyelids drooped, his chin slightly closed, and he changed to a more comfortable position, leaning calmly on the sofa, playing with the ring on his finger.

This appearance formed a sharp contrast with Fudge's intense reaction.

Not long after, Fudge finally realized that his reaction was a little too intense.

He calmed the stormy waves in his heart for a moment, turned around, lifted the chair that had fallen on the ground, and sat back down.

Finally, he took a deep breath, licked his dry lips, and answered Charlie in a low voice, with a rather firm attitude.

"What you want to do... is to subvert our wizarding world!"

"What, don't you like my idea, Minister Fudge?"

Charlie gently stroked the dim red gem on the ring with his hand, then covered the entire palm over it.

While speaking softly to Fudge, after the palm was removed, a gold coin had appeared in his hand at some unknown time.

Fudge was a little far away from him. Although he noticed the gold coin that suddenly appeared in the other party's hand, he didn't see it clearly. He only thought it was an ordinary Galleon.

Listening to Charlie's words and looking at the Galleon in his hand, Fudge sneered.

"Believe me... Mr. Black, although I like money, I know what is more important than Galleons."

Without waiting for Charlie to say anything, he continued immediately

"That is my position!! Even if you give me more money, I can't risk the position of Minister of Magic with you! If your target is only Squibs, then I can tolerate it—but Muggles are absolutely not allowed!!"

Fudge's words were firm and decisive. Under the excitement, his thick palm slammed heavily on the desk.

But I don't know whether this was to highlight his momentum, or to prevent himself from being defeated by Charlie in terms of momentum.

"Muggles and wizards are originally people from two different worlds. This is a situation formed by hundreds of years of history. And you—Charlie Black, a wizard from a pure-blood noble family, now want to try to destroy the balance that already exists!"

"They are no different from Squibs."

Charlie shook his head and said calmly and gently.

"They also know the existence of the wizarding world, have wizards as family members, and are also kind to us..."

"But they come from a completely different social system!"

Fudge's round and wealthy cheeks couldn't help but tremble slightly, and his face was flushed from congestion at the moment.

"If joining your factory and being hired by you is a signal, then the next step, does it mean that they can spend the Galleons they earn from you in the wizarding world!? Does it mean that they can also use Gringotts!? The social system and habits of Muggles will be brought in. At that time, the rules of the wizarding world for thousands of years will be fragmented and will no longer exist!"

Charlie had expected Fudge to react so strongly after raising this matter before he came to the Ministry of Magic.

He is a representative of cowardice, suspicion, greed and vanity, a qualified politician.

When Dumbledore pushed him to this position, the power he tasted for the first time made him lost and indulge.

And this further distorted his spirit, forming a strange obsession. Perhaps from a certain point of view, he is an advanced version of Umbridge.

In his eyes, nothing is important except the position under him. He has no courage and takes no risks. When something exceeds his ability to understand, he will immediately take the most conservative method to completely erase it, whether it is good or bad.

Faced with such a person, even if you tell the other party all your reasons and explanations, he will still not be shaken in the slightest, because he will always build high walls with stubbornness to protect the cowardice and humbleness in his heart.

In this case, communication is undoubtedly a headache... even if you wear out your lips, there will be no significant effect.

But fortunately, Charlie doesn't want to communicate with him, and doesn't have the time and energy.

He stopped talking, shook his head, stood up from the sofa, and tidied up the wizard robe on his body.

"Walk slowly, I won't see you off... Mr. Black."

Looking at Charlie who stood up as if he was about to leave, Fudge let out a heavy breath. Then he raised his head proudly.

In his opinion, this was undoubtedly a great victory for him.

With his perseverance and determination, he shattered the capitalist's terrifying conspiracy to destroy the safety of the wizarding world.

Everything is just like the storybook says, good triumphs over evil and saves the world.

The only pity is that there is no one next to him cheering for him with tears in their eyes, praising his heroic achievements.

Wait, maybe I can call Umbridge in. And then through her mouth, intentionally or unintentionally spread this matter out...

Just as his brain had already started running, considering how to publicize his deeds after Charlie left, the other party had already come straight to him.

"You...do you have anything else, Mr. Black?"

Charlie didn't answer him, but took out a lemon sherbet from his pocket and put it in his mouth. Then he threw the gold coin that had been constantly flipping in his hand into the air.

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"Then... I'll go first, Minister Fudge."

Charlie smiled and waved to Fudge to say goodbye.

Behind the desk, the expression on Fudge's face was no longer as angry as it was at the beginning.

His brows stretched out again, and his expression softened.

"Walk slowly, Mr. Black..."

He nodded, his eyes narrowed again, he waved his hand with a smile, and responded.

As if all the unhappiness just now had never happened.

"Squeak..."

The door hinge turned, emitting a grating sound. Charlie slowly opened the wooden door of Minister Fudge's office. Just as he was about to step out, he unexpectedly bumped into Umbridge, who was about to knock.

At that moment, Umbridge was holding two cups of steaming coffee, apparently to deliver to him and Fudge.

"Mr. Black! Are you leaving already?"

Seeing Charlie walking out of the office, she was first stunned, then couldn't help but shout in her shrill voice.

"Yes... There are still many things to do at the factory. I need to go back and prepare as soon as possible."

Charlie nodded, gave a brief explanation, and didn't intend to say too much to her.

"What a pity..."

The expression on Umbridge's face drooped unconsciously. Looking at the two cups of coffee in her hand, she said with unconcealed regret,

"I specially made coffee for you and Minister Fudge. I was planning to let you try my skills..."

Listening to Umbridge's words, Charlie subconsciously raised his eyebrows, feeling a strange sense of oddity in his heart.

He really wanted to ask her: You are at least a Senior Undersecretary, right? Why do you seem like Fudge's personal secretary... Every time I come here, I always see you. Is your department really that idle?

But after hesitating for a moment, Charlie ultimately didn't ask the question.

He simply said a polite "That's a pity, next time for sure." Then, he walked straight past Umbridge's squat figure, heading towards the elevator.

Without paying attention to what was happening behind him, it wasn't until the elevator door made a "squeak" sound and slowly closed, moving downwards, that he finally relaxed. He turned around, slowly exhaled a breath of stale air towards the elevator door, his face revealing a hint of fatigue, but his eyes still couldn't hide the excitement.

Sure enough, just as he understood—the function of that Galleon was similar to a Confundus Charm, but several times stronger.

It could silently twist other people's consciousness, change their thoughts, and, based on what he said at the beginning as a prerequisite, automatically correct the train of thought in their minds, making it smooth and extremely logical.

Even afterwards, the person involved wouldn't notice anything wrong, simply firmly believing that it was their true thought.

It could be said that this was an extremely terrifying magical tool... Although the conditions and costs required to cast it were not easy, it couldn't hide its important role for Charlie.

Especially when paired with Sherbet Lemon, although it couldn't achieve the powerful effect of Felix Felicis, it could greatly increase the success rate of the "coin toss" step.

Charlie closed his eyes, soothing his mind while listening to the elevator constantly shuttling between the various levels of the Ministry of Magic, opening and closing.

He felt different people, bustling and bustling, walk onto the elevator, and then get off at their destination, constantly going back and forth.

During this period, no one took the initiative to pay attention to Charlie, who was standing in the innermost part with his eyes closed.

Even if they noticed him, they would just quickly glance at him and then withdraw their gaze, refocusing their energy on their own tasks.

Soon, the elevator reached the bottom floor lobby.

Charlie reopened his eyes and walked towards the elevator door.

However, just as he was pondering the specific matters related to expanding the scale of the factory, and preparing to step onto another elevator to leave the Ministry of Magic, a voice from behind suddenly called out to him.

"Charlie."

Charlie stopped his pace, subconsciously halting his thoughts, and turned his head to look in the direction of the voice.

"Headmaster Dumbledore!?"

In the next moment, when he saw the figure standing in the hall not far away, the expression on his face suddenly became pleasantly surprised, his eyes widened slightly, and his voice also carried a hint of disbelief.

Without hesitation, the steps that were originally preparing to walk towards another elevator came to an abrupt halt, and he turned to face Dumbledore.

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Charlie and Dumbledore left the Ministry of Magic together. The two walked quietly on the sidewalk of a London street.

"I thought you should have already returned to Hogwarts..."

Charlie's steps always lagged behind Dumbledore by half a step, his face with a smile, his voice was still as gentle as when talking with Fudge, but with a few more emotions that Fudge did not possess.

"It's not easy for me to take a vacation from Hogwarts." Dumbledore listened to Charlie's words, winked at him with childlike innocence, and responded jokingly.

For some reason, he seemed to have a magical power that made the people around him feel comfortable.

Even just walking together like this, listening to the other party's words, Charlie could feel a faint sense of comfort in his heart.

The originally tired spirit also relaxed a lot.

The smile on Charlie's face became even brighter, he didn't say anything else, but took a deep breath.

The autumn atmosphere mixed with the cool breeze blew in, filling his lungs, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

Dumbledore's gaze shifted to other places, thoughtfully looking at the cars speeding past on the road next to him.

"Charlie..."

He spoke, his voice seemed to have some emotion.

"I remember you have your own car, right?"

"Yes... I do have one."

Although he didn't understand why the headmaster would suddenly ask this question, he nodded truthfully and responded.

"Which do you think is faster, Apparition or a car?"

"Of course it's Apparition." Almost without thinking, Charlie gave the answer.

After all, the two couldn't be compared at all. Even the fastest car in the world could never be as fast as Apparition, which could instantly appear somewhere.

"Then, what about compared to a broom?"

After listening to Charlie's answer, Dumbledore asked his second question.

"This..." This time, Charlie frowned slightly. After thinking for a while, he shook his head.

"It's hard to say... I've never thought about this question." After a pause, he continued,

"But, brooms can cross obstacles, so theoretically, they should be more convenient than cars."

"...I heard that more than a hundred years ago, Muggles had just invented this kind of big guy made of iron sheets."

Dumbledore shook his head with emotion.

"Do you think, in the next hundred years, will everything that wizards are proud of still exist?"