Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

Inside the candy factory, in Charlie's office.

Russell stood beside the desk, carefully handing the envelope in his hand to Charlie.

"Master Charlie, is this a letter from Hogwarts?"

"A letter from Hogwarts?"

Charlie took the letter, looking at the familiar wax seal on it, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

But from his expression, one couldn't see much surprise, as if he had already anticipated the arrival of this letter.

He carefully opened the envelope, gently pulling out the folded letter and skillfully unfolding it in his hand.

Suddenly, Charlie's nose twitched, and he gently brought the letter closer, sniffing the faint sweet scent of his own candy, and couldn't help but chuckle.

He didn't read it immediately, but instead, he looked up and smiled teasingly at Russell in front of the desk.

"Think about it, Russell. I remember the last time I received a letter with the Hogwarts wax seal was like, more than a decade ago…"

Russell also smiled and nodded sincerely, his large, bat-wing-like ears also perking up.

"At that time, Russell wasn't following in your footsteps yet."

"Yes…"

Charlie listened to Russell's words and couldn't help but sigh, a slight sense of melancholy unique to middle-aged people rising in his heart.

But this emotion didn't linger on him for too long. Soon, he adjusted himself and refocused his attention on what was in front of him.

To be honest, this letter still surprised him a little.

Because in his original thoughts, the letter he received, according to Albus Dumbledore's personality, should have been a personal letter from him, without the Hogwarts logo wax seal, but rather a lifelike phoenix.

You should know that although both are from Dumbledore, the meanings they express are vastly different.

Compared to the personal identity represented by the phoenix mark, the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry crest is a truly "official" matter…

Generally, letters with this kind of wax seal only appear on notices involving specific school affairs, such as the admission letters that are issued every year, as well as the internal school item procurement lists, and the appointment notices for the school's professors, and so on…

Thinking of this, although he hadn't read the letter yet, Charlie's expression couldn't help but become a bit strange.

What's going on? Could it be that Draco showed amazing abilities as soon as he arrived at Hogwarts, so much so that Dumbledore was full of praise and had to pull his uncle over to be a professor…

If that's the case… it's not entirely impossible…

However, if Dumbledore wants him to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor… then forget it.

But then again, besides Defense Against the Dark Arts, what else could he teach? Transfiguration? He'd have to ask Professor McGonagall if she agrees…

In front of the desk, Russell looked up, watching the expression on his master's face change several times, and his heart couldn't help but tremble, and he couldn't help but start thinking wildly like Charlie.

"What's going on? Is there something wrong with the channels? I remember there's nothing wrong with the Hogwarts channels."

"Could it be that there aren't enough Fizzing Whizbees, and Headmaster Albus Dumbledore specifically wrote a letter to condemn Master Charlie for reducing the production line…"

After a while, suppressing the wild thoughts in his head, Charlie finally began to seriously read the letter in his hand…

As time passed bit by bit, the office became increasingly silent.

Charlie's expression became more and more relaxed as he read most of the letter, with a hint of strangeness in his eyes.

But this made it hard for Russell, who didn't know anything. Watching his master's expression change several times and finally relax again, the originally quiet office became even more unbearable.

His brow furrowed tightly, and he subconsciously pulled out the little notebook that he always carried with him from behind, lowered his eyelids, and began to think about how to perfectly compromise between the demands of the American distributors and the demands of Albus Dumbledore.

This letter from Hogwarts, apart from the initial formalized greetings that distinguished it from a personal letter, actually only contained about three hundred words of useful information.

Therefore, it didn't take long for Charlie to read it thoroughly.

When he slowly put the letter down, placing it back on the desk, his expression had already become clear, and the corners of his mouth subconsciously raised slightly.

Compared to his original anticipation of the letter's arrival, at this moment, a genuine surprise appeared in Charlie's eyes, and even in this undisguised surprise, there was a hint of excitement.

"Russell…"

He took a deep breath, his eyes clear, and looked back at his capable assistant, who was standing quietly in front of his desk, and called out.

However, just as he opened his mouth, before he had time to say anything, Russell suddenly raised his head, looking at Charlie with a face of excitement, as if he had thought of some brilliant plan, and said happily.

"! ! Russell has an idea! ! ! We can first move the production line originally planned for Violet Creams to Ice Mice! Then, after dealing with those Americans, we can find time to expand the original production line and make up for the Violet Creams production… It's just that Violet Creams will probably be delayed from our original date by… one to three weeks!"

"? ? ? ? ?"

Charlie's words, which he had originally prepared to instruct Russell, suddenly got stuck in his throat, and he didn't say them. Listening to this series of sudden plans, the expression on his face gradually became complicated, and finally turned back into confusion.

For a moment, the two, one human and one house-elf, fell into an awkward silence again.

After a while, Charlie, who had completely understood what had happened, finally pressed his temples and helplessly threw the letter on the desk in front of Russell.

"You better do less brainstorming in the future, you're not that smart to begin with…"

Russell listened to Charlie's reprimand, shrunk his neck, and quickly took the letter, skimming through the main points of the entire letter at a glance.

"To the dear Charlie Black…"

"As the new school year begins…"

"…in the name of the current Headmaster…"

"…inviting you to return to Hogwarts to attend this year's Opening Ceremony and the Sorting Ceremony for the new students…"

"Yours sincerely: Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

When the last line, Albus Dumbledore's signature, came into view, Russell widened his eyes and suddenly raised his head.

"Master, you… you're going to Hogwarts! ?"