Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

Since the day Voldemort's plot at Hogwarts was foiled and he was completely driven out by Charlie, life seemed to return to the initial tranquility, peaceful and beautiful, making people feel incredulous for a moment. Google search reading

Without Quirrell and the danger, the four young wizards gave up their nightly excursions and formally returned to their daily studies.

Due to the sudden absence of the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore had no choice but to step up and personally serve as a substitute teacher for the young wizards for a period.

Quirrell's sudden disappearance did not cause much of a stir among the young wizards. After all, they could only say they didn't dislike the timid, stuttering professor who lacked presence. It didn't reach the point of liking him enough to pay special attention.

On the contrary, Headmaster Dumbledore, with his kind and gentle personality and his legendary experiences, quickly won the favor of the young wizards, making Defense Against the Dark Arts the most popular subject in a short period...

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Turning the focus back to Charlie.

After returning to the factory, he seemed to have completely unloaded the stone that had been weighing him down, and there was nothing to worry about anymore.

All he needed to do was wake up early every day, eat breakfast, read the newspaper, and then arrive at an open space on time with Aberforth for sparring training until he was exhausted.

………

On the open space of the candy factory, Charlie and Aberforth each held their wands, their expressions serious, facing each other.

It was already the end of November, approaching December. Since the snowfall that day, the weather had become even colder.

The cold wind swept through the air, never stopping, bringing a biting chill, like knives, wantonly cutting the exposed skin, forcing people to wrap themselves into a ball to avoid its invasion.

However, in such harsh weather, Aberforth and Charlie were not wearing too many clothes.

According to Aberforth, extra things would only hinder your flexibility in a duel... So, the two of them were simply dressed in shirts and trousers, with nothing else to cover them.

But even so, whenever Russell brought hot tea, he never saw any coldness or trembling on them. On the contrary, Charlie's face had beads of sweat flowing down, vaguely emitting heat...

"Come on, kid! I'm waiting for you!"

The confrontation between the two didn't last long. Soon, Aberforth took the lead, grinning and waving at Charlie provocatively, saying so.

"Don't cry later."

Charlie just snorted softly. Instantly, his wrist flicked, causing the wand to bloom with a scarlet light. A familiar chain cut through the air, colliding with the biting cold wind, pointing directly at Aberforth not far away.

"Hehe..."

Aberforth's嘴角向上扬了扬, let out a few low laughs, and then his footsteps began to move.

His age of over a hundred years was more than enough to make up for the reaction of a young man in his twenties. He took a step forward suddenly, and then his upper body twisted quickly, avoiding the shot magic in a barely passing posture.

At the same time, his hands were not idle. His arms waved forward vigorously. The wand with dragon heartstring as the core and peach wood surrounding it was like an activated fire dragon. In an instant, a surging flame poured out, spreading out and turning into a sky of fire, covering the already inconspicuous sun, and rushing towards Charlie with an extremely terrifying aura.

Seeming to faintly feel a burning heat baking his cheeks, a bit of pressure couldn't help but appear on Charlie's face.

"You Dumbledores, are you all so good at playing with fire?"

As he spoke, he waved the wand in his hand towards the overwhelming flames again.

"Rumble--"

The surrounding flat ground cracked, and an earth wall rose high, bending above Charlie's head, and in a flash, it erected a huge arc-shaped dome, firmly blocking the attacks from the front and above for him.

"Boom!"

Then, there was a continuous bombardment, resounding in Charlie's ears, and also shaking the fortress he had just built.

Just as Charlie pursed his lips, intending to continue strengthening his defense, Aberforth's voice suddenly sounded.

"Remember! Never let your enemy disappear from your sight!"

He was startled at first, and just as he was about to cast a spell, the earth wall in front of him had already been blasted open.

Aberforth did not know when he had appeared in front of Charlie. Taking advantage of the gap in the cracked earth wall, he raised his leg and kicked out fiercely.

With a muffled sound of "Peng", Charlie flew backwards. Aberforth's shoe print was also clearly printed on his white shirt...

The solid defense then completely collapsed, turning into the same soil as usual, and returning to its original position.

Similarly, it also represents the end of this duel...

"Hey... How do you feel?"

Aberforth's face was得意的笑容. He first put away his wand, then patted the dust on his robe, and finally reached out and pulled up Charlie, who was still clutching his chest and grinning.

"It hurts... Damn, I didn't expect you to use so much strength."

"What are you thinking? We are in a duel..."

Aberforth shook his head, as if narrating an extremely simple truth, even his tone was calm and unchanged.

"...When I return this kick in the future, you won't say that."

"Hehe..." Aberforth's smile became even brighter. "I'm looking forward to it."

………

In fact, Charlie did not use his full strength. Whether it was the more advanced application of Transfiguration or the Fire Shield Charm that had just recently defeated Voldemort for him, he did not use them.

And this was actually what Charlie had requested. After all, what he wanted to learn was the other party's combat skills... Only when the two were formally placed on the same level could the things that Charlie lacked be truly exposed.

"Perhaps I didn't tell you how to act when I taught you?"

Aberforth scratched his chin, his tone with a bit of doubt.

"Your footsteps have always remained in place from beginning to end, without any movement."

Charlie raised his eyebrows. He lowered his head, looked at the ground beneath his feet, and was lost in thought for a moment.

Just as he looked at the other party again, intending to ask something, Russell ran over from not far away, holding a letter high, and also interrupted his words.

"Master Charlie!

Here's a letter for you!"

"Who's it from?" Charlie simply suppressed the question just now, intending to ask it when he had time later.

He patted the clear footprint on his chest and asked casually.

"It's... It's a letter from Minister Cornelius Fudge!"

Charlie couldn't help but froze for a second, but then quickly reacted.

Almost forgot about him.