Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

Finally, Lucius was persuaded.

“How likely is he to agree?”

He stood up, smoothed out the wrinkles in his clothes, and tried to regain his composure and arrogance.

“I don’t know… but I have a feeling he will come.”

Hearing her words, Lucius's eyelids fluttered, and he couldn't help but ask.

“Are you so sure?”

Narcissa's lips slightly raised, revealing a composed and equally arrogant smile.

“Don't forget, I'm his sister. I lived with him for over a decade.”

“Just because of that?”

“No, it's not because I understand him. It's because I know he is Charlie Black.”

“Bang!! Clang clang!”

As soon as she said this, before Lucius could react, a loud noise reached their ears.

Narcissa and Lucius turned their heads to look in that direction.

They saw not far away, Dobby, skinny and wearing an old pillowcase, incongruous with the luxurious mansion, staring blankly with wide eyes in their direction.

As if he had lost his mind, he didn't even react when the plate in his hand fell to the ground.

“Damn thing.”

Narcissa's brows immediately furrowed, and her eyes instantly turned cold and ruthless.

Looking at Dobby, who seemed like a wooden man, she reprimanded him.

Her expression was completely different from when she faced Lucius.

This was natural. A pure-blood family as proud as Narcissa would only show a hint of hidden warmth to relatives.

As a house-elf, Dobby was not even as valuable as the sofa she was sitting on in her eyes.

And this was also the idea of most other wizards.

You should know that a rebellious guy like Charlie can definitely be said to be a rare oddity.

However, what Narcissa couldn't stand the most was that a humble house-elf like this dared to eavesdrop on her conversation with Lucius just now.

“Sorry, Master! Please forgive Dobby!! Dobby is a bad guy! Dobby shouldn't have dropped the plate on the ground!!”

Immediately, as the two of them focused their unkind gazes on him, Dobby reacted from his daze and couldn't help but shudder.

Almost as if it had become an instinct, Dobby immediately knelt on the ground, shivering and banging his head against the floor.

Even though there was a soft, fluffy, and very thick luxurious carpet in between, the muffled “bang bang” sound of Dobby's head hitting the ground was clearly audible.

But Narcissa didn't care about these… Just as Narcissa picked up her wand, intending to give this disobedient house-elf an unforgettable lesson, Lucius reached out and grabbed Narcissa's arm.

“Wait.”

Lucius stopped his wife and slowly shook his head.

Although his eyes looking at Dobby were even colder, he had no intention of hurting him at this time.

“Don't forget what that guy does.”

After simply reminding Narcissa, Lucius looked at Dobby again and ordered in an extremely indifferent tone.

“Don't show up these days… Go wherever you want, but don't show your face in front of Charlie Black.”

After speaking, he looked at Dobby, whose body suddenly stiffened, narrowed his eyes, and added in a cold voice.

“You better not play any tricks… understand? Don't forget, you're just a house-elf.”

“Yes… Yes, I understand, my master!” Dobby pressed his head to the ground, his body trembling terribly, but he still tried his best to answer loudly.

“Dobby… Dobby will leave here these days! Dobby won't appear in the house! Dobby won't… won't meet Mr. Charlie Black! Dobby is just a house-elf…”

“Go away.”

Along with Lucius's last nonchalant words.

Dobby's figure flashed, turning into a light and disappearing into the luxurious mansion.

“This is a restless thing.”

Narcissa slowly put down the hand holding the wand, looked at the place where Dobby left, and couldn't help but mutter.

“Humph…”

A mocking sneer appeared on the corner of Lucius's mouth.

“So what? It's just a house-elf, nothing more.”

… … … … … … … …

On the second floor of the mansion, in Draco's room

Draco stood in front of the mirror, trying to straighten his chest and raise his chin, imitating his father's usual composure and arrogance, and constantly adjusting in front of the mirror.

After practicing for a while, finally, looking at himself in the mirror, Draco nodded slightly, revealing a satisfied smile.

Then, he stretched out his hand and bowed slightly to the mirror, saying to himself:

“Hello, Mr. Charlie Black! Please allow me to call you uncle, I am… No, no, that's not right…”

He stopped, looked at himself in the mirror, and frowned.

Then he tried another way.

“Hello! My dear uncle—I am your nephew, Draco of the Malfoy family… I am honored that you can… Tsk, I don't think it should be like this either.”

“Ah!! The head of the Black family! The excellent prefect of Slytherin College! The wizard praised by Dumbledore as a genius—Charlie Black, my respected uncle!! … … …”

Draco raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror, feeling that the emotional expression was getting better and better, and he couldn't help but raise his voice by a few decibels.

“Draco!!!! What are you doing!”

However, before he could continue to finish expressing his emotions, a reprimand from Lucius downstairs immediately broke his power and scared him back in an instant.

The calm and extremely confident smile on his face suddenly disappeared. The chest that was raised high was also retracted.

“Sorry, Father!”

Draco hurriedly ran to the door in embarrassment and said an apology to Lucius outside the door.

“Okay, Draco, don't be so nervous. Your uncle is not that scary. In fact, he was very much like you when he was a child. He was just an ordinary child…”

Outside the door, Narcissa's voice came in at the right time, causing Draco to breathe a sigh of relief.

Compared to Lucius's strictness, his mother was always gentler.

“I know, Mother…”

Draco returned to the mirror, turned around, and once again carefully checked his clothes.

In his heart, that faint expectation, with the upcoming arrival of the uncle he had never met, became even higher.