Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

It must be said that Gufei, as the editor-in-chief of "The Daily Prophet", is very professional. At least from the angle he chose for Fudge's photo shoot, he has far surpassed most journalists in the British wizarding world.

The morning sun was gentle and energetic, shining in through the window behind Fudge and softly falling on him.

His cheeks, hair, and blue striped suit were all coated with a faint layer of brilliance, making the whole person, in the recording of the camera, even more filled with the approachable attitude and noble temperament that a leader should have, coupled with Fudge's own excellent expression management and the deliberately displayed cultivation of speech.

When he sits there, even nonsense becomes exceptionally reasonable and meaningful, making people have to unconditionally choose to trust him.

Quietly watching the performance of the two, Charlie also silently remembered the name Gufei in his heart. If there is a need in the future, it is really not certain that such special talents will be needed.

Although it is not necessary to deliberately lower his stance to win him over, giving some sweets is also an excellent way.

Just as Charlie was calculating on his own, Fudge behind the desk had already finished reading the prepared Christmas greetings.

"...Okay, that's all I wanted to say. I hope you all have a Merry Christmas, my dear friends!"

While saying this, Fudge, with a reserved smile on his face, raised his hand and waved towards the camera in Gufei's hand, as a period.

After he finished speaking, Gufei did not put down the camera in his hand, but continued to make a gesture to Fudge.

A flash of light flashed in Fudge's eyes, with a smile still on his face. Then, under Charlie's gaze, he slowly took out a candy from his pocket, held it in his hand, and deliberately paused for a second or two in front of the camera.

Taking advantage of this pause, Gufei also understood. He took two steps forward and focused the camera on his fat hand, and the text marked on the candy in his hand.

"Ah! Did you notice it too?"

When the camera refocused on Fudge's face, he deliberately widened his eyes in surprise.

Immediately afterwards, without any embarrassment, he skillfully peeled open the wrapper of the candy in his hand, revealing the crystal clear, beautiful, jewel-like violet candy inside.

After putting it into his mouth smoothly, he chatted casually while tasting it.

"This is a dessert from Charlie's Candy Factory. Because Charlie knows that I like to eat desserts, he specially sent a lot... It's a new product, probably will be sold on Christmas Day. To be honest, the taste is very delicious, I recommend you buy some at that time, it will definitely give you a different experience."

"Great!" After all the material was filmed, Gufei put down the camera in his hand with a smile on his face, and nodded to Fudge in praise.

"It's especially perfect, especially the expression on your face when you put the candy in your mouth at the end, you can't see any trace of acting at all."

Listening to Gufei's flattery, Fudge stood up, showing a bit of complacent smile, and then reached out to tidy up the collar of his shirt.

"That's for sure! You know, I have always considered myself to be particularly talented in acting in front of the camera. It's like I was born to do this... To be honest, it's a pity that I was born too early. If I were in my twenties now, how could I let Gilderoy Lockhart win the 'Most Charming Smile' of "Witch Weekly" for five consecutive times?"

After a burst of self-bragging, Fudge looked at Charlie sitting aside, paced to his side, and asked the real "Party A".

"How is it, Charlie, what do you think of the effect?"

"Just like Editor-in-chief Gufei said, it's great."

Charlie also stood up, clapping his hands lightly to show his support.

He was not lying, but indeed agreed with Fudge's performance at the moment.

After all, although this advertisement is extremely stiff in the eyes of ordinary people, and there is no transition at all, if it is placed in Muggle society, it will definitely become a laughing stock.

But it can't stand that this is the wizarding world!

How could a group of wizards whose thinking is still stuck in the last century have seen those twists and turns?

What's more, you must know that this is a head of state-level figure personally bringing goods! Especially now that Fudge is in a period of rising image in the public eye because of the previous decrees and measures allowing Muggle relatives related to wizards to enter the wizarding world.

Under the superposition of such various buffs, how could it not cause a wide range of sensation?!

In addition to the previous various things, it is worth it to exchange so many returns for a mere 50,000 Galleons on Fudge. This time it can be said to be a huge profit!

Thinking of this, the smile on Charlie's face became more and more sincere. He held Fudge's fat back of his hand, gently patted it twice to show his affection, and continued, "You are simply a genius! I think, if you are willing, we should have more such cooperation in the future!"

"Of course! Of course! I'm very happy!"

Listening to Charlie's words, Fudge quickly nodded, his eyes narrowed with a smile.

After all, who would refuse such a good thing as getting so much money just by reading a few words!

Now in his eyes, Charlie is like an angel with wings, flying in the air and constantly sprinkling Merlin's favor on him.

After completing his job, Gufei was no longer qualified to stay here.

So, after packing his things, he very wisely left Fudge's office as soon as possible, giving Charlie and the two a space to talk alone...

The young girl who was responsible for receiving them before walked in with the freshly brewed hot tea, put it in front of Fudge and Charlie, and then quietly retreated in silence.

Charlie raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and did not ask unhappily where Umbridge, who had been following Fudge, had gone, but quietly savored the black tea in his hand.

Well... I don't know if it's psychological, but because I didn't see Umbridge's big face this time, Charlie felt that even the tea seemed to taste better.

"Minister Fudge..."

Putting down the teacup, he looked at Fudge sitting behind the desk and said softly, "Actually, I have been troubled by one thing recently. After thinking about it, you are the only one in the entire British wizarding world who can help me."

Fudge smiled. Being put on this high hat by Charlie, he was in a great mood. Without even listening to the question, he patted his chest and asked confidently, "Since you have said so to me, then if I can help, I will definitely not ignore it."

"I want to go to Azkaban."

Taking another sip of black tea, he glanced at Fudge, whose face gradually turned stiff, and explained unhurriedly, "After all, it's Christmas. As a member of the Black family, I should visit those family members who are still suffering inside, both emotionally and rationally, right?"