Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

Inside the employee cafeteria of the factory, under Charlie's lead, Lucius and his group had already taken their seats at the central rectangular solid wood dining table, awaiting the start of the dinner.

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In the large cafeteria, the lighting seemed somewhat dim, with only a large lamp overhead emitting a soft, warm yellow light, illuminating the area where they were sitting, while the rest of the place, although faintly visible, remained dark…

"Everyone thought you were dead back then…"

After taking some time, Lucius finally calmed down and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, pinching his brow while speaking to Rion, who was sitting across from him, in a complex tone.

"Yes…"

However, upon hearing this, compared to Lucius's reaction, Rion was extraordinarily indifferent, as if the person being spoken about was someone else entirely unrelated.

He didn't look into Lucius's eyes, slowly lowered his head, his gaze eventually falling on the empty plate in front of him, and continued, "Regulus Black, the Death Eater, is indeed dead. The person sitting in front of you now is Rion White, the Muggle Area Sales Manager of Charlie's Chocolate Factory."

The reactions to Rion's words varied among those present.

Charlie remained silent, a smile on his lips, looking around with interest, like an outsider who knew nothing, quietly observing everyone.

Narcissa's expression held a hint of inexplicable unease and sorrow, her lips slightly parted as if she wanted to call out the other's name again, but hesitated due to his words.

Sitting between Rion and Charlie, Draco looked at his mother, his face still carrying some confusion and helplessness.

Lucius's already furrowed brow deepened even further, seemingly particularly dissatisfied with Rion's answer at the moment.

Just as he was about to continue questioning, Charlie finally interrupted this heavy and complex atmosphere at the opportune moment.

"Ding, ding, ding—"

He picked up a silver dining knife and gently tapped the edge of the porcelain plate, creating a series of crisp and rhythmic sounds.

Once everyone's gaze followed the sound and converged on Charlie, he slowly began to define the matter.

"Alright—"

"Just like Rion said, Regulus Black is dead, dead on some unknown night more than a decade ago."

"He was either killed by Aurors, died in an accident, or…"

Charlie paused, glancing at Rion, who still had his head down and remained silent, then continued, "…died on the path he pursued deep within his heart."

"But regardless, he is already dead. We can cherish his memory, but we cannot beg him to revive. Just like my Muggle Area Sales Manager said, the person sitting here is called Rion White!"

By the end, Charlie's voice was noticeably less gentle than at the beginning, and the warning in his tone was almost undisguised.

This finally extinguished Lucius's desire to know what exactly happened back then.

"Hmm…"

After a moment of silence, he nodded, taking it as a response to what Charlie had just said.

"That's right!"

Seeing this, the smile on Charlie's face became kind again, and his tone returned to its usual gentle and harmless manner, as if the previous words had not come from his mouth.

"Bringing everyone here today is not for these boring things, but to enjoy this wonderful holiday with my family."

After speaking, Charlie turned his head to Narcissa beside him and asked softly, "Right, sister?"

"Of course."

Hearing Charlie's words, the sadness that had welled up in Narcissa's heart due to Regulus's matter finally dissipated, and a bright smile reappeared on her face.

She nodded without hesitation.

At this moment, Narcissa seemed to suddenly notice something, and turned her head to look at the two empty seats next to the dining table, asking with a puzzled expression, "But Charlie, why are there still two empty seats here? Were they specially prepared?"

Everyone followed her gaze and saw that next to Lucius and Rion, there was an empty chair placed on each side.

"Oh, this… These are prepared for the remaining two members of my family who have not yet arrived," Charlie explained, raising his eyebrows.

Lucius's eyes flickered strangely. After mentally eliminating Sirius Black and Bellatrix Lestrange, who were impossible to attend, he glanced at the seated people and slowly asked, "Are there others?"

Just as Charlie was about to answer, a rough and loud voice rang out from outside the cafeteria.

"Sorry I'm late!"

Immediately afterward, the several-meter-high door was pushed open inward with a "bang."

Aberforth strode in swaggeringly and sat down next to Rion in full view of everyone.

His clothes were no different from before, still the familiar washed-out denim jacket and jeans, which seemed out of place among the well-dressed Malfoy family…

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"Surprise," "doubt," "strange," "scrutiny"… For a moment, many expressions appeared in the eyes of the Malfoy family.

However, Charlie didn't care, but stood up with a smile, walked to the back of Aberforth's seat, and while kindly patting his shoulder, softly introduced, "Let me introduce you all, this is Aberforth Dumbledore, a relative who gave me selfless help when I was in school, and also a teacher I will always remember."

"Of the Dumbledore family?"

Lucius's gaze couldn't help but change a bit, and even his expression became unconsciously stern.

At the same time, he secretly pondered in his heart whether there was some subtle relationship between this Dumbledore, who could appear here, and that Dumbledore… You must know that he had never forgotten the essence of this meeting from beginning to end—that is, the Malfoy family's alignment.

If that's the case, does Charlie Black's invitation of this Dumbledore to the seat mean that he has already obtained the recognition and support of Albus Dumbledore!?

If that's the case… Perhaps his move is not a risky one, but may very well be a brilliant move!

Just as Lucius was still lost in thought, Narcissa had already stood up kindly and expressed her greetings to Aberforth.

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Aberforth Dumbledore, thank you for taking care of him at that time."