Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

Soon after, when Charlie walked out of the headmaster's office, he had two more things in his pocket. One was the Philosopher's Stone, and the other was the alchemical item that Nicolas Flamel had modified.

Moreover, the Christmas gift originally placed in the ring, prepared for Dumbledore, ultimately wasn't kept after the latter 'unintentionally' mentioned it, and Headmaster Dumbledore, looking delighted, successfully pocketed it.

When leaving the office, he had subtly reminded the headmaster, who had become noticeably rounder behind his desk. Although the latter 'ummed and ahhed' and agreed to everything, judging by his expression, he probably took his words as a passing breeze...

Helpless, Charlie sighed and couldn't help but start planning in his mind whether he could research a spell that could directly remove fat during his spare time...

"Dong..."

While lost in thought, Charlie strode towards the gates of Hogwarts. Just as he was about to step out of the school gates, suddenly, a low and familiar chime rang out on time.

Listening to the lingering sound of the bell spreading into the distance through the air until it dissipated, he was pulled back from his thoughts.

Charlie turned his head and looked up towards the location of the headmaster's office at the highest point of the castle in front of him.

Behind the window, Headmaster Dumbledore, who had stood up, was also watching him. Their eyes met, and then they smiled at each other.

Dumbledore raised his hand and waved in a suggestive manner, seemingly saying "Goodbye." Charlie also nodded, said nothing more, and after waving goodbye, turned and left Hogwarts.

"Hmm..."

Seeing Charlie's figure becoming smaller and smaller in the distance on the road until it disappeared, Dumbledore raised his hand and took out a licorice stick from his pocket.

Just as he was about to put it into his mouth subconsciously, he suddenly thought of something, and his movements stopped.

He lowered his head, glanced at his belly, which had visibly grown larger recently, and when he looked at the candy again, his eyes gradually became conflicted.

Finally, after some inner struggle, Dumbledore made a compromise with the candy in an amazing way.

He slowly raised his other hand, each hand pinching one end of the licorice stick.

Then, with a crisp "crack," the candy broke into two pieces, one piece went into Dumbledore's mouth, and the other piece returned to his pocket...

.........

"Nicolas Flamel..."

Back in his office, Charlie leaned weakly against his office chair, holding the gift from the other party high above his head with both hands, playing with it.

Watching it shine brightly under the sunlight, Charlie's heart couldn't help but produce difficult to calm turbulent waves.

You must know, that was Nicolas Flamel... a guy who, even in magical history, could occupy several pages with his extraordinary talent. The only alchemy master since the birth of the magical world, just a single 'Philosopher's Stone' is enough to make countless peers forever look up to his towering figure.

Excerpt from a sentence in the 'Paris Sun' newspaper in mid-July 1831: "He is alchemy itself."

This evaluation is undeniably high, however, what is even more outrageous is that even today, more than a hundred years later, no alchemist has ever publicly expressed disbelief in this sentence... His influence in the field of alchemy is evident.

And now, he will have the opportunity to meet him in person and have a one-on-one and extremely private exchange and conversation.

Even Charlie, who was over thirty years old, couldn't help but feel a little nervous about this honor.

After playing with it for a while, Charlie simply stood up and unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt collar, trying to make himself more comfortable.

"Want to go out for a walk, Fawn?"

He glanced at Fawn, who was blinking her eyes and looking back at him on the table, and asked.

The owl's small head tilted a few times, her eyes blinked and blinked, as if considering the proposal.

After a moment, Fawn, who had become a ball of angry bird fat, flapped her wings and flew, landing squarely on Charlie's shoulder, "Goo goo"ing twice, as if saying "Let's go!"

The office door creaked open, Charlie was still holding the silver sphere in his hand, and while walking along the corridor, he silently felt the texture on it once again with his sense of touch.

However, just as he was about to walk down the stairs, suddenly, a thick and familiar figure came panting up the stairs from below in one go.

After seeing who it was, Charlie paused and moved to the side, then unhurriedly said in a gentle voice,

"Good afternoon, Dursley, what's the rush?"

Dragging his huge weight, Dursley barely managed to climb the stairs and originally had his head down, not noticing that there was someone in front of him. He was about to continue walking along the corridor towards the office.

But he heard a sudden voice from the side, and immediately stopped and subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction of the voice.

Sure enough, he saw his boss, Charlie Black, leaning against the railing, looking at him with a smile.

"Oh... Good heavens, Mr. Black... Good afternoon to you."

Due to the intense exercise just now, Dursley's cheeks were frighteningly red, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead, but he still stood up straight, panting, and greeted Charlie respectfully.

"I'm... I'm here to find you, because there's something that needs your approval."

"Don't rush, take your time."

Charlie was helpless, looking at Dursley, who seemed to be about to choke in the next second, he had no choice but to kindly remind him, while stepping forward, intending to pat him on the back.

However, just after patting him once, feeling the shirt behind Dursley that was already soaked with sweat, he silently retracted his hand, and at the same time continued to ask,

"What do you want to see me about, Dursley?"

"I hope to ask you for an employee."

Without hesitation, Dursley said directly,

"Mr. Russell said that his identity is a bit special, and he has no way to approve it, so he told me to come and ask you to handle it personally..."

"Is it Pompous?"

Charlie pondered for a moment, then said,

"If it's Pompous, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you, Dursley.

Although he's now working on the assembly line, I'm still keeping his position in the manufacturing department for him, and it won't be long before I call Pompous back to his original position..."

"No no no no!!"

Dursley hurriedly waved his hands, repeatedly denying,

"It's not Pompous! It's that little guy named Dobby. Russell said that he's not yet a formal employee of the factory, so it must be approved by you."