Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

"Sorry… I was held up a bit, Charlie…"

But when Hagrid finally rushed over, the scene before him immediately stopped him mid-sentence.

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In the dimly lit and silent Hog's Head pub, the customers who had been sitting at the seats had all disappeared, leaving only Aberforth and Charlie.

At this moment, the two of them were sitting stylishly at the counter of the Hog's Head pub, holding identical beer mugs, with their arms around each other's shoulders, freely drinking the butterbeer in their mugs.

"Charlie, you…"

Hagrid's eyes widened, unable to speak for a moment due to surprise.

He rubbed his eyes, and after confirming that he was not mistaken, he finally stammered and asked,

"You… and the owner of the Hog's Head… you know each other?"

"Know each other!?!?"

However, before Charlie could answer, Aberforth, his Adam's apple bobbing, having just downed the entire mug of butterbeer in one gulp, frowned and shouted at Hagrid.

At this moment, his face was still a bit flushed, and it was unclear whether he was really drunk or just too happy to see Charlie.

He glared fiercely at Hagrid, with a light in his eyes that had never been seen before in so many years.

Immediately afterward, Aberforth spoke again, but the words he uttered were like a thunderclap, almost causing Hagrid to freeze on the spot again.

"Charlie and I are not just acquaintances! He has been my disciple since his second year!!!"

After speaking, he greedily finished the last bit of beer in his mug.

After thinking about it, he seemed to feel that these words were not enough to express the feelings between them, so he quickly added a special sentence,

"The only disciple!!!"

Hagrid quickly shifted his gaze away from Aberforth and looked towards Charlie beside him, wanting to seek confirmation of the truth from Charlie's side.

Charlie smiled freely, putting his arm around Aberforth's shoulder, while his other hand, like Aberforth's, held up a beer mug, abandoning his usual elegance and composure, and drank down all the remaining beer in one gulp.

"Bang!"

The beer mug slammed heavily on the counter of the bar, and after Charlie took a deep breath, he finally opened his mouth and slowly explained to Hagrid,

"It happened a long time ago… Just like Aberforth said, it was probably in my second year."

Charlie licked his lips and continued,

"At that time, I wanted to find the principles of a certain spell mentioned in a book, so I took advantage of the night to go to the restricted section to check for information…"

Hagrid's eyelids trembled, listening to the other party casually recounting his violations of the rules back then, feeling inexplicably strange for a moment.

But then he thought that the other party had graduated who knows how many years ago, so he suppressed those strange feelings again and continued to listen patiently as Charlie continued to speak.

"As a result, I wasn't lucky that time, and I ran into old Filch, and it just so happened that I was in a hurry and forgot to take my wand…"

"What would you have done if you had brought it!?!?"

In his heart, Hagrid couldn't help but wonder… At the same time, he couldn't help but recall Filch's reaction when he heard the news that Charlie was coming not long ago.

A feeling of pity arose in his heart, and he silently mourned for him.

However, Charlie and Aberforth were unaware of Hagrid's rich inner changes, because at this moment, the two of them were completely immersed in the story of Charlie more than ten years ago.

"There was nothing I could do, so I could only run… At that time, I had only been at Hogwarts for two years, and I was no match for old Filch at all. He was like an eel, knowing all the secret passages like the back of his hand, and it was as difficult as climbing to the sky to get rid of him."

"However,"

Charlie's eyes lit up and he continued,

"Just as I was hiding in a room, thinking that I was done for this time and would definitely be caught, I suddenly touched a secret passage in that room… Guess what?"

Hagrid was silent, and he had already guessed without Charlie saying it. It was a secret passage leading to Hogsmeade Village.

In well-known history, Hogsmeade Village and Hogwarts have gone through a very long period of time together… During this time, the number of secret passages built between Hogwarts and Hogsmeade Village is at least eight!! Remember, this is only at least…

Sure enough, without waiting for Hagrid to answer, Charlie continued.

"Then I arrived at Hogsmeade Village…"

"Then he met me!" Aberforth seemed a little impatient.

He casually interrupted Charlie and continued.

"I remember, he seemed to be… this tall at the time."

Aberforth used his hand to compare a height a little below the counter. Then he said,

"I remember that day very clearly… I originally planned to go to Dervish and Banges as usual to buy something. As a result, I ran into this kid on the road."

"Seeing him shivering in his pajamas on the path, I asked and found out that he didn't know how to get back through that secret passage at all! As a result, I took pity on him and brought him back to the Hog's Head, planning to send him back through the Honeydukes secret passage early the next morning."

Aberforth's eyes showed a bit of nostalgic emotion as he said this.

"From that time on, this kid often ran over through that secret passage to stay with me at the Hog's Head. After a while, I became familiar with him. Fortunately, I saw that his temper was also very much to my liking, so I casually began to guide him in his spellcasting."

"I have to say… Charlie really has talent." Aberforth scratched his chin in his thick beard and said sincerely,

"Even the most talented wizard I've ever seen is not worthy of carrying his shoes in front of him!"

Speaking of this, when he said the words "most talented," Aberforth deliberately emphasized them a bit, and it was unclear whether he was alluding to something.

Anyway, upon hearing this sentence, both Charlie and Hagrid couldn't help but turn their eyes elsewhere, pretending not to have heard it.

Fortunately, Aberforth didn't care about this. After praising Charlie, he suddenly thought of something, and his tone became extremely resentful.

"Clearly he has such good talent, I just wanted to see his dueling again…"

"Cough… cough…" Charlie couldn't help but turn his head away, while patting Aberforth's shoulder with the hand around him, signaling him not to say anymore.

"It can't be said to be a complete mess…"

Aberforth's tone softened. Just as Charlie breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he was going to be merciful, he didn't expect that Aberforth's tone would suddenly change and he shouted out.

"It's fucking dogshit!!!"

"… … … … …"