Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

By the time the evening banquet dispersed, it was nearly midnight. Google Search Read

Guests and hosts alike enjoyed themselves. After a series of inevitable, old-fashioned pleasantries, the relatives and friends dispersed.

In an instant, the mansion, which had been brightly lit and lively, returned to silence before the clock struck twelve.

“Ding-dong… …Ding-dong… …

As the chimes echoed throughout the mansion, Charlie put on his top hat at the door.

“It seems like it's getting late…”

Charlie raised his head, glanced at the time on the clock, and then smiled as he spoke to the Malfoy family, who were seeing him off.

“I will miss you, Charlie.”

As Charlie's older sister, Narcissa was naturally the most reluctant to part.

As she spoke, she reached out and embraced Charlie once more, just as she had done seven days before when Charlie had first arrived.

However, this time, as he departed, Lucius's expression was no longer as stiff as it had been initially, and the affection in his young nephew Draco's eyes was also much more intense than when they had first met.

Charlie smiled and gently patted Narcissa's shoulder, saying,

“Don't worry, our next meeting won't be more than a decade away… If you want to, you can visit me at my factory anytime. Of course, if you're willing, I'd be happy to come see you often as well.

As he spoke the last sentence, his eyes were smiling, but his gaze fell on Lucius.

Lucius also smiled, without so many reservations, and much more sincerely. It was unclear whether he had truly forgotten about the incident from over a decade ago.

“Of course… The doors of Malfoy Manor are always open to you.” After nodding with pleasure, Lucius gave a definite answer.

Finally, Charlie's gaze naturally fell on Draco, but this time he didn't speak, instead quietly looking at him, waiting for him to say something first.

The reluctance in Draco's eyes was almost overflowing. He pursed his lips and carefully took out the Hogwarts acceptance letter that had been sent to him from his pocket, handing it to Charlie.

“Uncle, look…”

Charlie took it and formally unfolded it, carefully reading it from top to bottom.

After reading the last word, Charlie couldn't help but let out a breath, unable to resist exclaiming,

“So nostalgic… So many years have passed… The Hogwarts letter is still the same, without any changes.”

After speaking, he looked at Draco again, but didn't immediately hand the letter back to him. Instead, he finally began to instruct him.

“Your Transfiguration spells are already quite good… After going to Hogwarts, listen carefully to Professor McGonagall. Perhaps my Transfiguration spells are not bad, but you should know that in terms of educating students, I am far from being as excellent as she is!” Speaking here, Charlie paused, then sincerely said,

“She is a truly admirable teacher…”

Listening to his uncle's teaching, Draco nodded seriously. Even before arriving at the school, this name, which his uncle sincerely admired, had already been deeply imprinted in his heart.

Speaking of which, Charlie suddenly remembered something, and the ring on his hand flashed again.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a thick notebook, grabbed the spine, and held it in his hand.

“This is a notebook I used when I was in school… Inside are not only notes and annotations on Transfiguration, but also things I personally summarized from other subjects, so consider it a farewell gift!”

Draco's eyes lit up instantly, and he quickly took a step forward, extending his hands, trying hard to catch the notebook.

Although just from looking at the surface, one could feel its thickness, it was only when you actually held it in your arms that Draco discovered that this notebook was even heavier than he had imagined, even almost making him stumble when he first received it.

But fortunately, after steadying himself, he was still able to hold it in his arms.

“Thank you, Uncle!!”

Draco was naturally very happy, nodding excitedly at Charlie like a pecking chick, looking like he couldn't wait to start reading it.

“Alright! I should go now.”

After everything that needed to be said had been said, Charlie naturally had no intention of continuing to linger.

After all, it was already twelve o'clock. Continuing to disturb their rest, not to mention Lucius, who had to go to work tomorrow, even Draco would have to start busying himself with Narcissa to prepare things in Diagon Alley.

And it was precisely at this time that the familiar lights outside the wrought iron gate penetrated the mist that clung to it for the second time, shining on everyone.

Russell had arrived, and he had indeed listened to Charlie's words, putting in a lot of effort during these seven days, and finally mastering this magical means of transportation adapted from the Muggle world.

“Let's go!”

Without saying any more nonsense, Charlie scanned the three of them with an unchanging smile, opened the door, and slowly walked down the steps, heading towards Russell, who was waiting in the parked car at the entrance.

The three members of the Malfoy family also followed, but did not continue to see him off, instead standing at the door, waving goodbye to the departing Charlie one last time.

“Master Charlie!!!”

Seemingly because it had been a long time since they had last met, after seeing Charlie again after seven days, Russell's voice was even happier than before, and faintly revealed a hint of undisguised longing.

“How have you been?”

“Not bad.”

Walking out of Malfoy Manor, Charlie's mood was much better than before. After casually answering, he walked towards the back seat of the car.

Seeing Charlie's actions, Russell, as Charlie's number one servant, was naturally very perceptive.

He quickly took two small steps, running to the car door before him, and then, learning from those drivers in the Muggle world, skillfully tiptoed, using his hand to block the top edge of the car. Immediately afterwards, he lowered his eyes and said with a respectful expression,

“Master, please get in!”

Charlie raised his eyebrows, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

It seemed that Russell had put a lot of effort into the matter he had entrusted to him… In just these short seven days, in addition to learning how to drive, he could actually have extra time to learn this set of airs from the Muggle world.

It seemed that the words he had casually joked with him when he drove over seven days ago had been taken to heart by him.

With a muffled sound of “啪!”,

The car door was closed tightly by Russell, and he himself, also scurried back into the car.

Sitting in the leather seat, listening to Russell turning the switch, starting the engine, and then starting to gradually start, turning…

Charlie couldn't help but turn his head, looking at the wrought iron gate from the rear window.

The mist gradually enveloped it.

He knew that the three people in front of the mansion must not have gone inside yet.