Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

Charlie had just said it casually, but seeing Nackel's agreement, he couldn't help but be a little surprised. He raised his eyebrows, didn't say anything more, but turned his head and began to look at Little Sanchez behind them, who always kept a distance of two or three steps like a servant, and was as quiet and respectful as a servant.

Seeing Charlie's gaze, Little Sanchez quickly lowered his head even further, not giving the other party any chance to meet his eyes.

Looking at the young man in front of him, who still hadn't completely shed his student air, Charlie couldn't help but chuckle. He turned his head, looked at Nackel Sanchez, whose eyes were full of anticipation and flickering with light, hesitated for a moment, then shook his head truthfully, giving his concise and incisive evaluation.

"Too green."

Hearing Charlie's evaluation, the expectant look on Nackel's face couldn't help but stiffen a bit. At the same time, like the other party just now, he turned his head and looked at his son behind him, who was clearly the tallest of the three, but seemed to want to shrink his head into his stomach. In his eyes, complex emotions changed several times, but finally turned into a deep, helpless sigh.

"Alas…"

"Actually, it's normal."

Seeing his old friend's emotions visibly dropping because of his words, Charlie didn't want to ruin the atmosphere of this hard-won gathering, so after thinking for a moment, he spoke to Nackel in a gentle tone to comfort him, "Actually, this is normal… After all, Gao Biqi just graduated from the academy, how could he suddenly have experience… When I founded the Charlie's Candy Factory, wasn't I also a novice, completely overwhelmed… It's all built up with experience and time."

After speaking, he deliberately slowed down a few steps, came to Little Sanchez's side, patted him on the shoulder, and continued, "Moreover, Gao Biqi Sanchez is a good kid. As long as you are willing to delegate some power and work and hand it over to him to be fully responsible, I believe that in two or three years, he will be able to make something of himself… At least, relying on the foundation you have created, and competing with those old guys from Ferrolen and King Rene, it shouldn't be a problem. By then, you will be just over fifty, and I will give you a building in the best location in London, England, so you can rest easy… It would be extremely pleasant to come to the factory often, drink coffee, read books, and chat with Russell and the others, wouldn't it?"

Hearing this, a smile finally reappeared on Nackel's face, but it was such a forced, bitter smile. Listening to Charlie enthusiastically planning his enjoyable life in his later years, many complex emotions in his heart immediately tangled into a mess.

How could he not have thought of these things that Charlie told him? How could he not see through what kind of person his son is now? But there was no way! These things, in the final analysis, are all based on having time!

Time, time, time! What Nackel lacks most now is time!!!

If he could really live for another two or three years, then there would be no rush. He could even, as Charlie said, hand over the affairs of France to Gao Biqi Sanchez, and still have a year to move to England and enjoy life! But, looking at the current state, let alone two or three years, even being able to last two or three months is a result of Merlin's blessing… After thinking about it, what can he do?

He can only intensify his offensive, chasing after those old rivals day and night like a beast, desperately attacking them at any cost, just to leave his son a larger margin for error after his death, a flat ground where he can grow up by making mistakes.

Having thought this through, just as Nackel calmed down his emotions and was about to reorganize his words to make another appeal to Mr. Black beside him, Little Sanchez behind him finally gave up his silence, suddenly opened his mouth, and blocked the words that Nackel was about to say back into his throat.

"There are less than ten minutes left before the reservation time at the Lihé Restaurant, Father, Mr. Black, why don't we Apparate over there."

"Has it been such a long time?" Charlie smiled, raised his hand, and conjured a silver pocket watch out of thin air, looking at the time, and couldn't help but sigh at the same time,

"Indeed, we should meet often. It's been too long since we talked, and too much has accumulated in my heart. I was so happy that I almost forgot the time…"

After speaking, he seemed to suddenly think of something, turned his head, and looked at Nackel beside him,

"Oh, right, I almost forgot to ask, now that you've finally come to France, what are you going to treat me to?"

Seeing that the topic was interrupted by Little Sanchez's sudden words, if he were to forcibly bring it back to the matter of abdication, with Mr. Black's wisdom, he would probably see something. It seemed that he could only wait until the meal time to find an opportunity to make further plans.

Thinking so, Nackel no longer felt restrained, and his expression returned to normal. Listening to Charlie's teasing question, he laughed heartily and replied,

"I know that everything is good in England, but the food is something that makes people feel unsatisfied all year round. Everyone's tastes, even in the late twentieth century, are not much different from the sixteenth, seventeenth, and eighteenth centuries. When it comes to delicious things, it's nothing more than fish and chips and the like.

This time you can come to Paris, I naturally want to give you a welcome dinner, and let you eat some real good stuff. The specialties of the French wizarding world are extremely delicious, just wait and enjoy."

Listening to Nackel's words, Charlie naturally smiled brightly, and nodded casually, but as a genuine old British orthodox crow flag aristocrat, he couldn't help but argue for his country's cuisine.

"Actually, British food is not as bad as you say. You know, the best Muggle restaurant in all of Europe is actually in England."

"Oh?" A look of surprise couldn't help but appear on Nackel's face, and then he continued to ask, "Really? What kind of dishes do they sell?"

"French cuisine."

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…

Without continuing to chat too much, after a few simple jokes, Charlie, Nackel, and Little Sanchez all took out their wands from their pockets at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, with a familiar low murmur "Apparate—"

The crackling sound of electricity gradually surrounded them, and the next second, along with a burst of light flashing from the tip of the wand, they disappeared in place.