Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

After bidding farewell to Bellatrix Lestrange, as he was led by Scrimgeour to the second cell, another relative he had been “longing for” finally appeared before him again after more than a decade. Google Search Read

However, Sirius Black now lacked the arrogance and vigor he once possessed…

When Charlie stopped at the door of the iron cage, he was curled up in the corner of the prison, no different from the other prisoners he had seen before.

Black beard and hair grew wildly and stuck together on his face, obscuring his originally handsome features.

The light in his eyes was also gone, leaving only endless dimness…

"Merry Christmas… Sirius Black."

With inexplicable complexity and emotion in his heart, Charlie subconsciously put his hand into the pocket of his windbreaker, then opened his mouth and whispered the greeting he had prepared.

Hearing the sudden voice, Sirius's emaciated body, almost reduced to bones beneath the tattered prison uniform, began to tremble uncontrollably as if stimulated by something.

Subsequently, his upper body drove his stiff neck, which had been frozen for an unknown amount of time, to slowly turn, turning his gaze towards the direction from which the sound came.

For a moment, the pupils that had been as dim as a living dead person began to have a bit of a different wave. Complex… emotions that had not been revealed for a long time gradually mixed together, and finally formed a more anxious pain.

Looking at the well-dressed man in front of him, who was out of place in this dark prison, the muscles on Sirius's stiff cheeks twitched.

The gloomy expression that had lasted for decades finally had a bit of a different change, although it couldn't be considered happy, just a bleak smile, but it still seemed to take all his strength, making people feel an unspeakable awkwardness.

After a long time, his trembling Adam's apple finally used a voice as thin as a mosquito to call out Charlie's name.

"Charlie Black… why are you here?"

Hearing this call, Charlie couldn't help but reveal a relieved smile… The original emotion and complexity in his heart also vanished.

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At the same time that Charlie and Sirius met, in the Leaky Cauldron, the Dursleys' plan was also proceeding in an orderly manner…

Perhaps due to Sunday, even though it was only afternoon, the bar was already a lively scene.

People recklessly raised their glasses, or shared the good things they brought in the noisy sounds.

"Hey! Friend, what… is this?"

A wizard leaned crookedly against the table, probably because he had drunk too much, and his tongue began to disobey his orders when he spoke.

He squinted his eyes and looked towards the direction of the neighboring table, where a Muggle who had also drunk a lot was sitting.

At this moment, he was taking out a small rectangular paper box from his arms, and then took out a brand new cigarette and put it in his mouth…

"Marlboro… want one?"

Hearing the wizard's question, the Muggle was not stingy, he generously took out another one from the cigarette case, and handed it over with a smile, signaling the other party to take it.

"Thank you!"

The wizard naturally took the cigarette, first looked around, grinned and put it in his mouth, and did not forget to politely say thank you to the Muggle next to him.

Then he fumbled around, found his wand, and accompanied by two muffled sounds of "Peng, Peng" came.

The Marlboros in the mouths of the two slowly burned, bringing up wisps of green smoke, floating upwards, and gathering into a ball with other smoke on the roof…

"Wait… wait till you finish this one, you should try mine, I added salamander legs inside…"

"Of course, of course…"

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After several months of running-in, in this bar, the gap between Muggles and wizards has long been indistinguishable.

After all, they are just ordinary wizards, not pure-blood nobles. The so-called wizard-is-superior-to-Muggle theory is just something they see as a joke. Anyway, they all have one nose and two eyes. As long as they are compatible and can become friends, why bother so much?

Behind the counter, with the booming business, the smile on old Tom's face gradually became vivid, and even his originally hunched waist straightened a bit.

He looked around, looking at the smiling guests around him, and couldn't help but nod slightly from the bottom of his heart.

Nowadays, nearly 60% of the regulars who patronize the bar are workers from Charlie's Candy Factory. Probably because it is the first stop after coming to the magical world, it has now become their recognized place to go after get off work. ░ ▒ ▓ █ ► ─ ═   ═ ─ ◄ █ ▓ ▒ ░

In any case, it is necessary to have a couple of drinks before returning home contentedly…

Muggles are friendly and enthusiastic, even if they are drunk, they will not recklessly smash and destroy like those wizards, but will generously give a lot of tips.

It can be said that these guys he had never had contact with before gave the centuries-old antique a new life, injecting it with young blood.

Whenever he thought of this, old Tom couldn't help but express his heartfelt gratitude to Mr. Charlie Black in his heart… If it weren't for his recruitment plan, the Leaky Cauldron would never have had such an atmosphere!

"Tom, hurry! Bring more wine, we don't have enough to drink here!"

Suddenly, a sudden voice broke old Tom's thoughts.

He turned his head and looked, only to see at a table in the corner of the bar, Dursley was waving his fat arm demonstratively while putting his arm around the shoulders of the young man next to him, looking very happy.

"I know, Dursley."

After replying casually, not hurried or slow, he began to move his hands as well.

Taking out a few empty glasses, he filled them in front of the beer-filled wooden barrel, and then, before the dense white bubbles could dissipate, he carried them to the table where the Dursleys were sitting.

"Your drinks."

After placing the beers on the table and taking away the empty glasses, just as Tom was about to stroll away, suddenly, the young man sitting next to Dursley caught his attention.

His steps faltered, and his originally drooping eyes opened a bit as he sized up this customer he had never seen before.

Black hair, a high, straight nose, deep eyes that seemed to hold stars within them. Although his cheeks were flushed with a drunken blush, one could still discern a hint of familiar charm... it was as if... it was as if he were Charlie Black...

At this moment, the young man was laughing heartily, clutching his glass tightly, gulping down the meager amount of beer, and vaguely saying things that the others couldn't understand.

"Is this a friend of yours?"

A hint of surprise flashed through his mind as old Tom stopped and reached out to pat Andrew, who was puffing out smoke rings, asking as such.

Andrew first exhaled a smoke ring, then slowly shrugged his shoulders, replying:

"I'm not familiar with him. Dursley insisted on bringing him out of the factory."

"Is that so..."

Old Tom nodded thoughtfully, not pursuing the matter further, and silently walked back behind the bar, picking up the empty glasses. However, from that moment on, his gaze would unconsciously drift towards the young man.

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Peng Peng was having a great time, gradually getting tipsy in the atmosphere of beer and noisy excitement, showing none of the disdain and doubt he had displayed earlier in the factory.

He even let go of his restraints in his enjoyment, boldly pulling back his hood, revealing a face that wasn't his, and frolicking freely...

"Come on! Peng Peng, have another drink!"

Sitting next to him, a newly acquainted friend eagerly offered the newly arrived beer to him.

And Peng Peng naturally didn't refuse, unceremoniously grabbing the full glass, gulping it down, and then with a "thud," slamming the large glass heavily on the table, letting out a loud belch.

"Hic...!"

Wiping the beer foam from his mouth, the smile on his face became even brighter, as he muttered to himself:

"The bar is really a nice place. When I get back, I should talk to Mr. Black and tell him to open one in the factory too..."

Hearing this, Dursley's eyes lit up a bit. Although he didn't show it on his face, he couldn't help but clench his fist in excitement!

Sure enough, just as he thought, Peng Peng and Mr. Black were indeed very close!

Seeing Peng Peng having fun and the time passing by, Dursley finally decided to get down to business.

He put down the handle of the glass that had long been polished by his fingers and grasped Peng Peng's free hand... then his expression became sincere.

"Peng Peng... actually, I hope you can do me a favor..."

"Hmm?"

The raised glass paused at Peng Peng's lips, his drunken eyes opened a bit, regaining some clarity, and then he looked questioningly at his friend.

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When Charlie walked out of Azkaban, he wore a faint smile on his face.

Besides Scrimgeour, no one knew what he and his cousin had actually said in the prison, but it was evident that the exchange between the two was much more harmonious than with Bellatrix Lestrange...

At the moment of their final farewell, Charlie took out the second package of Christmas candy from his pocket and personally handed it to Sirius. As for Sirius, his lips trembled, and he finally managed to utter a "Thank you."

Then he accepted the bag of candy that still held the warmth of Charlie's embrace...

Listening to the gate behind him closing with a series of "creaks," Scrimgeour greedily sucked in the air from the outside, carrying the salty smell of the sea, to alleviate the gloom and discomfort left behind in Azkaban...

After a moment, he looked at Charlie, a hint of ease appearing on his serious face, and couldn't help but say:

"This family visit wasn't a pleasant experience, was it?"

"It was alright, actually..."

Charlie shook his head, casually strolling towards the Auror who was waiting for them not far away, and said softly:

"After all, before coming, I already had a rough prediction of this trip."

Hearing his words, Scrimgeour didn't say anything more, but thoughtfully stroked the thick mustache below his nose, while pacing to catch up with the other.

Finally, under the lead of the waiting Auror, the two returned to the gate of the outpost they had come from.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Charlie stopped.

"Oh right, Director Scrimgeour..."

Hearing Charlie's call, Scrimgeour, who had been pondering, also came back to his senses, raised his head and responded:

"Hmm? What is it?"

"It seems I haven't wished you a Merry Christmas yet..."

As Charlie spoke, as if by magic, he took out the third package of candy from his coat pocket and handed it to the other party.

"There's one for me too?... Thank you, Charlie."

Scrimgeour raised his eyebrows, not hiding the surprise on his face, glanced at the other party, and didn't choose to refuse, but naturally accepted it, then calmly nodded his thanks.