Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

At this moment, inside an extremely simple room…

The room wasn't very large, and the furnishings were exceptionally sparse, consisting only of a bed, a bedside table, a desk, and two chairs. Aside from these, there was nothing else that could be considered furniture…

Even the desk was covered with various medications and stacked files. Besides a glass vase holding a wilting little flower, there wasn't a single splash of color to alleviate the oppressive atmosphere.

On the bed, a gaunt man with a hooked nose and thin lips sat upright with difficulty, wearing loose-fitting clothes. Five or six plastic tubes, each about the thickness of a finger, extended from his clothing and connected to several glass bottles hanging from a high rack beside the bed.

With each rise and fall of his breath, the glass bottles swayed slightly in the air, occasionally clinking together softly, creating a crisp sound.

Behind his lower back, in the space between him and the headboard, were about five or six soft pillows, seemingly intended to provide support and alleviate some of the excruciating pain in his body.

In front of the man was a flat bed table, which, like the desk below, was covered with stacks of documents, some written on and others blank. He rested his arms on the table, his head bowed intently, using a pen to write swiftly and neatly on the papers.

Unlike ordinary wizards who used magical quills that wrote automatically, the man stubbornly insisted on gripping the pen tightly with his already bluish fingers, like a stubborn old fossil. Just like himself, even though he was running on fumes, he still held all the affairs of the company firmly in his grasp.

After an unknown length of time, a light but rhythmic knock suddenly broke the long-standing silence of the room.

"Come in."

The man said tersely, without lifting his head. His hand continued to work on the documents, occasionally pausing to furrow his brow in thought, showing no intention of stopping.

Having received the man's permission, the door slowly opened, and Gao Biqi Sanchez, wearing a somewhat forced smile, entered the room with a bouquet of flowers in her arms.

"Father, are you feeling any better?"

Young Sanchez stopped at the edge of the man's bed, then bowed slightly, offering a respectful greeting as if serving Charlie Blake.

The man's identity was revealed by young Sanchez's address. ♦ ♦     ♦ ♦ He was Gao Biqi Sanchez's father, and currently the general agent of Charlie's Chocolate in the French wizarding world, Nakel Sanchez.

Nakel finally stopped his work, raised his head, and his hawk-like eyes slowly scanned young Sanchez. After a long while, he withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, but instead of acknowledging the greeting, he asked a question of his own.

"You've already met Mr. Blake, haven't you?"

Accustomed to her father's attitude, young Sanchez remained composed, her eyes calm and indifferent.

"Yes, I've met him."

Nodding, she slowly unwrapped the bouquet of flowers in her arms, separating and smoothing the stems. She then walked to the table, took out the original flowers from the vase, and replaced them with the new ones.

"Mr. Blake is a very kind person, friendly and affable, making one unconsciously want to see him as a pillar of support, offering sincere respect."

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As she spoke, a smile appeared on young Sanchez's lips, as if recalling the praise she had received from him in the cafe, her tone filled with admiration.

"Hmph…" However, facing her evaluation, Nakel sneered and said,

"If you only noticed these things, then you are still too young. Those superficial things are just what he wants you to see."

"Mr. Blake… is a great hero!"

As he spoke, he paused for a moment, tilted his head, and looked at the plain white ceiling. A trace of reminiscence appeared in Nakel's eyes.

"Before I knew him, the Sanchez family was just an ordinary merchant barely making a living by reselling potions. Everything stemmed from that wonderful fate brought about by the trip to England… It was because of his wise decisions and those magical candies that the Sanchezes have their current status in the French wizarding world. With countless wealth accumulated, even the officials of the Ministry of Magic have to give us some face!!"

"Cough cough cough… Cough cough cough."

Nakel's cheeks flushed with an unhealthy red. As if speaking of something exciting, he suddenly broke into a violent cough, causing the glass bottles hanging on the high rack to clink together, continuously sending an unknown solution into his body to nourish his already dilapidated shell.

"Father, you've gotten emotional again… Rest for a while first."

The sudden commotion startled young Sanchez, who quickly tried to stop him from continuing. At the same time, she hurried to fetch a glass of warm water and brought it to his bedside.

Nakel's breathing was like a broken bellows, his face flushed red, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. After panting heavily for a long time, he finally returned to normal.

He calmed his emotions again, took the glass from his son's hand, and took a small sip. Then he turned his head, no longer discussing those things, but asking about the most important task he had entrusted to Gao Biqi Sanchez.

"Before you went, I told you to ask Mr. Blake out for dinner tonight, did you?"

Young Sanchez nodded lightly and reported truthfully,

"Mr. Blake said that he hasn't seen you in a long time, and he is happy to take advantage of his current free time to have dinner with you."

"Excellent!" Hearing this news, a satisfied smile finally appeared on Nakel's face. After exhaling a long breath, he slowly leaned back, resting on the stack of five or six pillows, tiredly narrowing his eyes slightly, and continued,

"You go out first, I need to rest for a while and recharge my energy — when it comes to night, I will subtly tell Mr. Blake the news that I hope to give this position to you, I believe that with these years of friendship, he will not refuse… … …"