Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

On the other side of the dining table, hearing the commotion, Narcissa paused her mechanical cutting of food, and slowly raised her head.

When she saw Charlie and Lyonne fooling around, her gaze first faltered, and then, inexplicably, the stiff expression on her face became even more gentle, and a faint smile slowly appeared.

She didn't say anything more, but lowered her head again, and began to quietly savor the dinner that Charlie had specially prepared.

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Outside the factory, the cold wind was still like a knife, and the ice and snow were bone-chilling, but no one paid attention to these things anymore.

Because within the thick walls, whether it was the house-elves or the wizards, they were all wholeheartedly enjoying the harmonious, lively, and congenial atmosphere.

At the head of the table, Charlie looked around at everything in front of him, taking in the expressions of everyone present.

For a moment, he felt a little dazed. All of this was too good, as if he were in a dream.

Charlie didn't remember if he had ever really had such a beautiful dream before.

Family, friends, subordinates, everyone gathered around him, with smiles on their faces, enjoying the feast he had prepared for them. No need to worry about the Ministry of Magic's attitude, no need to worry about Voldemort's counterattack… There was only boundless joy, shared with everyone.

However, he quickly shook his head, waking himself up from his daze. The rare tenderness in his eyes and the longing for family all disappeared, replaced by the clarity and calmness he usually possessed.

Now was not the time. Perhaps there would be a day when he could let go of the pressure in his heart, but it was definitely not now… He could enjoy the current warmth and joy, but he couldn't indulge in it.

Because he was not alone. Once he revealed the slightest mistake, those usually silent monsters would surely attack him in droves, tearing him, the house-elves, and the factory built with painstaking effort into pieces and devouring them completely.

“Huff…”

He picked up the wine glass on the table, and after exhaling a mouthful of stale air, he drank all the remaining brandy in it.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the spicy liquor instantly burned his throat with a hint of sweetness, surging downwards. From then on, Charlie was completely awake.

With a familiar smile on his face, he chatted with Draco or Narcissa while continuing to enjoy the rest of the dinner.

Soon, the dinner was over. Aberforth casually threw down the cutlery in his hand and slumped back in his seat, comfortably belching.

After unbuttoning two buttons on his leather jacket to release his stomach, he turned his head with a look of enjoyment, looked at Charlie, and lazily asked while picking his teeth with the tip of his wand:

“What activities are planned after dinner?”

Hearing Aberforth's words, the rest of the people at the main table also invariably turned their attention to Charlie, waiting for his answer.

After all, everyone present was not in a hurry. On this Christmas Eve, if they could play for a while longer after dinner, it would probably be even more enjoyable.

“Hmm…”

Charlie pondered for a moment, then raised his head and looked at Russell next to Lucius.

Russell immediately understood his master's meaning and quickly stood up and said:

“Later, the house-elves will sing Christmas carols around the Christmas tree. Perhaps the guests can sit by the bonfire, listen to the house-elves sing, and have some after-dinner desserts.”

Hearing Russell's words, Draco's eyes lit up immediately, and he seemed very interested in this suggestion. Just as he was about to get up and agree, he seemed to remember something, shrank his neck, and carefully turned his head to look at his father with a look of anticipation.

Fortunately, Lucius had no objection. He was in a very good mood now, especially after seeing the foundation that Charlie "deliberately" showed him, he instantly threw the worries he had when he came to the back of his mind.

What a joke, Charlie Black, plus Dumbledore, plus countless house-elves—how can a Voldemort who is lingering on his last breath win!?

[Seriously, I have been using reading books to keep up with updates recently, switching sources, with many reading timbres, both Android and Apple are available.]

“Of course, I think there should still be a lot of time. As a family, we can communicate more with each other.”

Therefore, Lucius, who was usually the most indifferent person, nodded and agreed first in response to Draco's expectations and Narcissa's surprised gaze.

Although somewhat surprised, Lucius's reaction was also what Narcissa was happy to see.

Perhaps because she understood the importance of cherishing after experiencing loss, she loved her younger brother very much. Ever since she invited Charlie to Malfoy Manor last time, she had been thinking about being with

Lyonne shrugged, expressing his indifference. Anyway, even if he went back, all he could do was sit in front of the TV and watch the Christmas specials of those TV shows.

Moreover, he had not forgotten the business that Charlie had called him over for this time—to determine the sales of "Melon Fizz" in the Muggle world.

Thinking of this, Lyonne couldn't help but lick his lips, and then inconspicuously put his hand into the pocket of his down jacket. After rummaging through it, he skillfully took out a piece of candy that had already been unwrapped, threw it into his mouth, and then a look of enjoyment appeared on his face.

Seeing that everyone had no objections, Charlie naturally didn't say anything more.

With a “snap!” of his fingers, the plates that had nothing left on them disappeared from the table one by one.

Then came a cleaning spell, which spread from his fingertips like ripples on the water, spreading around him as the center.

It wasn't until all the grease and kitchen waste in the entire dining hall were cleaned up, as if it had been completely renewed, that he nodded in satisfaction, stood up, and opened the door of the dining hall.

As for the house-elves, when they heard Mr. Black say that he would take the guests to listen to them sing, they couldn't restrain the excitement in their hearts.

You know, although they had sung this song no less than a hundred times, no matter how much they sang, it was just for their own enjoyment. In the past, there was at least Mr. Black as an audience, but later, since Charlie got tired of listening to it and could avoid it every time, there was no more opportunity to perform in front of people.

Now, facing this hard-won opportunity, the house-elves would naturally not let it go easily.

After a burst of cheers of “Ooh! Ooh!”, they couldn't wait to leave their original places in a flash, taking a step ahead to go to the depths of the factory and start preparing early.