Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

Chapter 259 Anselm Yder

"This is…"

Charlie raised an eyebrow, looking at the enthusiastic guest who had suddenly appeared beside him. He had already guessed the man's identity, but out of politeness, he still asked.

"Mr. Black, let me introduce you," Nackel quickly stood up and introduced the man with a strong "exquisite French" flair to Charlie.

"Anselm Yder, the owner of this restaurant, and also the head of the Auror Office of the French Ministry of Magic… I mentioned him to you at the door."

Yder smiled and nodded to Nackel, seemingly thanking him for the introduction.

Immediately afterward, Yder once again refocused his attention on Charlie, gracefully extending his hand first and saying in a gentle tone, "If you'd like, you can call me Anselm directly."

As soon as these words came out, Charlie, the person most directly involved, hadn't even reacted yet. However, the guests around them who had been paying attention to this all widened their eyes slightly, with expressions that faintly revealed disbelief.

You must know that as the heir to the Yder family, and an outstanding wizard who had already taken power at the young age of thirty-two, becoming the youngest head of the Auror Office in the history of the French Ministry of Magic, he was undoubtedly proud and self-respecting.

His powerful aura and unparalleled family background made him exude an unquestionable strength in his conversations with anyone, even the current Minister of Magic had to back down in some respects, not daring to directly confront his sharp edge.

Yet here, Anselm Yder actually took the initiative to show goodwill to a young wizard he had never met before.

If personally bringing the dessert to the table could still be explained as maintaining his self-proclaimed noble image, then taking the initiative to extend his hand and allowing the other party to call him by his first name was undoubtedly a blatant signal of wanting to befriend him.

Amidst the shock, the guests couldn't help but begin to examine this golden-haired man they had never seen before.

Who exactly was he? Where did he come from? What was his identity?

… … … … For a time, countless questions filled people's minds, causing the originally delicious food to lose some of its bright color.

"Thank you, Serra, Charlie Black, from England, just arrived in Paris today."

Charlie sensitively noticed the somewhat unusual atmosphere in the restaurant, but he didn't pay it too much attention. Hearing the other party's words, he didn't stand on ceremony, nodded, and shook the outstretched right hand.

"How's the food today?"

Anselm Yder's smile became even brighter, as if he had found a reason to stay and sit down. He asked, then unceremoniously sat down in the seat that Little Sanchez had just occupied, looking at Charlie with sincere eyes.

"Very delicious," Without even thinking, Charlie nodded and gave a high evaluation. "It's a very unforgettable dinner."

"Hearing such a satisfactory answer really puts my mind at ease. In fact, I've been paying attention to the situation here from the very beginning. When I saw that you and Mr. Sanchez weren't too interested in our restaurant's salad, I was worried that something wasn't to your liking," Yder said.

"I was just thinking about some things at the time, so I didn't eat too much. The salad was actually very delicious," Charlie waved his hand, smiling and explaining.

"Haha, then I'm relieved," Yder let out a burst of hearty laughter, just like the external image he had always maintained in the French magical world, a perfect noble descendant.

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"Actually, you may not know… if we're talking about family bloodlines, you and I should actually be relatives…"

Just as the atmosphere between the two was already exceptionally friendly and becoming more and more familiar, Yder seemed to have thought of something and suddenly spoke.

As soon as these words came out, not only Charlie, but also Nackel, who had been exceptionally sensible and hadn't said anything since Yder appeared, widened his eyes slightly and subconsciously looked at the man.

He proudly straightened his back, as if talking about the blood connection between his family and the Blacks was an exceptionally proud thing. After taking in the surprise in the two men's expressions, Yder grinned and continued to talk eloquently.

"My grandmother's name is Samia Black. She is a direct descendant of Arcturus Black and Lysandra Yaxley."

Speaking of this, Yder looked at Charlie, pausing for two seconds, seemingly giving the other party time to think.

After a moment, he continued to say.

"My grandmother and grandfather met during the Triwizard Tournament, and later developed feelings for each other. After the Triwizard Tournament ended, they continued to stay in touch. Later, she married into the Yder family, and also intertwined and fused the Black family's bloodline with it… If we're going by this relationship, I'm actually your distant cousin, Charlie."

Charlie listened to Yder's narration, his expression gradually changing from surprise to understanding.

"Indeed, if you calculate it that way, we are indeed cousins."

Finally, he nodded, acknowledging the blood relationship between the two. However, even so, Charlie didn't seem too excited.

After all, although they both belonged to the Black family, they didn't actually belong to the same branch. According to Yder himself, although his ancestor and Charlie's ancestor were both descendants of Phineas Nigellus (that is, the one hanging in the headmaster's office), in reality, that part of the Black branch had already declined hundreds of years ago.

Even in the tapestry recording the family tree, there wasn't much introduction, only a simple mention, and then no further follow-up.

Originally, due to the intermarriage of the Sacred Twenty-Eight families for hundreds of years, Charlie already had too many relatives. If even a cousin like Yder who was far away in the French magical world was included, there would probably be hundreds of people before and after…

So, after just nodding, which was a polite recognition of the other party's identity, Charlie didn't say anything more on the topic.

However, even if it was just like this, for Yder, it was still an incomparably happy thing. After all, everyone knew that although he claimed to be a nobleman, in reality, the only truly noble bloodlines in the magical world of Europe were the Sacred Twenty-Eight families with the earliest qualifications.

Now that he had truly received the recognition of a member of the Black family, the originally not-so-legitimate title of "French nobleman" seemed to suddenly become orthodox at this moment.

"Hahahaha…" Yder laughed extremely happily, even forgetting the persona he had always maintained in public, and patted Charlie's shoulder affectionately, looking incredibly familiar.

"How long do you plan to stay in France, my cousin?"

"Not sure, but it should be a while."

Hearing this, Yder snapped his fingers with a "snap" sound, and a square metal card appeared in his hand.

"Here, take this. If you need anything, just activate it. At least in Paris, I'll receive your message."