Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

Charlie didn't chat with Draco and his two little followers for too long.

Because Draco was eager to demonstrate his "Worm Cast Charm" to them, he left after a brief conversation.

Charlie was once again alone. Raising an eyebrow, he finished the wine in his glass and then found a nice corner for himself, sitting down leisurely.

Sitting in a secluded spot amidst the noisy crowd, he couldn't help but think of little Harry, who lived with his Muggle aunt and uncle.

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Coincidentally, today was also his birthday... Presumably, with Dobby's company, he should be unwrapping his birthday gifts now.

Thinking of this, Charlie's lips curved up again, revealing a rare and brilliant smile.

At this moment, Lucius, as the host, was still chatting with his friends in the hall, in a rare good mood, his eyes even appearing gentler, nodding to the people around him from time to time.

However, although he seemed to be chatting enthusiastically, Lucius's attention was not really there.

His eyes occasionally glanced at the fireplace in his living room, patiently waiting for the arrival of a certain important figure...

As for who he was waiting for, it naturally goes without saying.

"Ding-dong!"

As the clock struck ten in the evening.

A green flame, as tall as a person, ignited on time in the empty fireplace.

With a "sizzle!" sound, the flames surged, carrying some furnace ash, scattering and flying.

Seeing this scene, a gleam of light immediately flashed in Lucius's eyes.

"A distinguished guest has arrived, I need to go and greet them!"

He spoke, stopping the several friends who were chatting happily, and then withdrew himself, striding towards the fireplace.

"Hahahaha, sorry. I'm a little late! The Ministry of Magic had a lot of documents for me to approve today, so I was a little delayed."

From the fireplace, the person's voice came out with a hearty laugh before the flames had even died down.

However, those familiar with him would not associate the word "hearty" with him.

On the contrary, it was beneath his somewhat ordinary appearance that a truly shrewd heart was hidden.

For a moment, everyone in the hall collectively lowered their voices and looked towards the fireplace.

And at this moment, Lucius had just walked to its side.

"It is already my honor that you could make a special visit. On the contrary, I should apologize for wasting your precious rest time because of this..."

Lucius paused deliberately, then coughed slightly twice, and continued

"In short, welcome to you—Minister Cornelius Fudge!"

As soon as he spoke, the rising flames extinguished at the same time, and a plump old man in a suit and top hat, full of vigor, appeared in front of everyone. ♦ ♦     ♦ ♦

For a moment, exclamations rose and fell, people widened their eyes, gently covering their mouths with their hands, all deeply surprised by the sudden appearance of the Minister of Magic.

And Fudge seemed to be very happy to see this scene. He smiled, first shook hands with Lucius as the host, then looked around at everyone, took off his top hat, placed it on his chest, and nodded slightly in greeting.

"Good evening, everyone! I hope my arrival hasn't disturbed your enjoyment!"

"Hahahaha, how could it be!"

"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Fudge."

"I'm Wells from the Coote family. I greeted you at the dinner party held at the Abbott family's house before. I wonder if you still remember?"

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For some reason, the timely humor of those in high positions always elicits bursts of good-natured laughter.

For a moment, all the guests flocked towards that direction intentionally or unintentionally, holding wine glasses in their hands and saying kind words, as if they were lifelong friends they hadn't seen in eight hundred years.

"Pfft..."

Charlie sat in the corner, watching this scene, and couldn't help but feel amused.

These guys are really easy to understand...

Whether adults or children, the set of sycophancy is simply carved out of the same mold...

Just now, he felt that the way the two little fatties from the Goyle and Crabbe families followed behind Draco was quite funny.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, he saw a plus-sized version of the large-scale scene.

Shaking his head, looking at Fudge, who was surrounded by everyone and beaming with joy, he didn't say anything, but got up from his seat and walked up the stairs to the second floor.

In the crowd, the sophisticated Fudge quickly noticed Charlie walking towards the second floor, and naturally understood what the other party meant.

So, without making any noise, after hastily ending his interactions with the crowd, everyone dispersed.

He quickly picked up two glasses of untouched wine from the table, bypassed the others, and followed Charlie's route to the second floor.

Sure enough, in a secluded spot on the second floor, he saw Charlie waiting for him.

"A glass of red wine, Mr. Charlie?"

Fudge's expression instantly became extremely eager. He held the wine glass and came to Charlie's side in a few steps, handing the wine glass over.

"Thank you, but I've already had a glass just now."

Although Charlie said so, he still reached out and took the wine that Fudge handed over.

The two gently clinked glasses and smiled as they began their long-delayed conversation.

"Let's cut to the chase, dear Minister."

The red wine entered his mouth, and Charlie seemed to have already felt a slight tipsiness. He didn't want to have a roundabout conversation with Fudge, but said directly.

"Of course, of course..."

Fudge obviously understood the other party's personality. He couldn't use the traditional aristocratic way of communication with this maverick oddball, so he was not surprised and nodded with a smile.

He pondered for a moment and said

"Recently, the equipment in the Auror Office has shown some..."

However, before Fudge could finish speaking, Charlie interrupted him and directly held out two fingers.

"20,000 Galleons... How about it?"

Fudge's eyes lit up instantly. He turned his head to look at Charlie, and the already eager expression on his face became even more enthusiastic.

He didn't seem to mind that his words were interrupted by the other party before he could finish speaking.

He originally thought that it would not be easy to get a donation from Charlie, and he would need a lot of persuasion.

But he didn't expect that the other party would be so generous and open his mouth with such a large number.

However, Charlie hadn't finished speaking.

"Also, add another five thousand Galleons as a thank you for the Ministry of Magic's diligent guarding of the British magical world."

Hearing this, Fudge, who was originally flushed with extreme joy, slowed down and regained his composure.

He hesitated for a moment, rolled his eyes, and asked tentatively

"Then... what do you need me to do for you?"

"The Third Class Medal of the Order of Merlin..."

"And our factory's new product in the next quarter, I hope you can personally pick one up in front of the reporters and eat it with a happy face."