Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

Hearing this, even Dumbledore was slightly stunned, then he chuckled, his eyes curving into arcs, causing the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes to crease together. ♦ ♦     ♦ ♦

He understood that Charlie's words were teasing him for using the name of Hogwarts instead of his own when sending him letters… …

Thinking of this, Dumbledore, with a playful spirit, also feigned an innocent expression, and spread his hands towards Charlie, saying,

"It depends on you, whether the Charlie Black sitting in front of me is my student, or a student of Hogwarts… …"

As soon as these words came out, there was a moment of silence, and then both of them couldn't help but laugh out loud.

“Hahahahaha… … …”

Charlie, on the high stool, laughed and rubbed his still-swollen temples, casually changing to a more comfortable position.

“Alright, alright… … Tell me, Headmaster.”

He shook his head helplessly, admitting defeat, intending to bring the topic back on track.

“Violet candy… …”

Dumbledore also nodded, the smile on his face fading slightly.

He stroked his thick beard, opened his mouth and said, his eyes reopening, watching Charlie with a gleam.

“To be precise, it's Wind-Sniffing Violet Candy.” Charlie interrupted Dumbledore's words, emphasizing the name of his soon-to-be flagship product. ☞ ♦     ♦ ♦

After all, there are many violet candies, and to distinguish them from ordinary goods other than Charlie's brand, it is necessary to make the proper distinction in the name, giving his name a strong emphasis, so that others, as soon as they mention violet candy, must think of Charlie's brand “Wind-Sniffing Violet Candy.”

“Alright… … Wind-Sniffing Violet Candy.” Dumbledore nodded, and another mouthful of black tea slowly went down his throat.

“A good name,” he muttered to himself, then continued to ask,

“The special magic on that candy… … is something I have never seen in my life.”

Speaking of this, Dumbledore's expression finally began to become serious.

He looked at Charlie, his voice also changing from the original peace to a bit more solemn.

“You may be about to change the world… … At least, you have taken a path that no one has ever taken before. Even with just this kind of candy, you will eventually be remembered, becoming like my old friend, Nicolas Flamel, a person who can be recorded in the history of magic.”

“Thank you for your affirmation, my dear Headmaster Dumbledore… … Compared to those so-called future titles, I care more about your praise and affirmation at this moment. You know, this has always been my motivation to move forward.”

Charlie nodded reservedly, listening to Dumbledore's words, even his eyes did not show any change… … Obviously, he must have already thought of what Dumbledore was saying at this moment.

Moreover, what Charlie said at this moment was, in some ways, not just polite words.

As a qualified businessman, the first thing he considers is always profit.

Perhaps becoming a person who will be remembered in the history of magic is indeed an incomparably glorious thing. The meaning it represents could even make the Black family ancestors who knew about this matter jump out of the tomb and do a tap dance on the spot.

But for Charlie, the benefits that this matter can bring are obviously not that great.

Because he simply has no way to monetize it.

Of course, perhaps a hundred years later, one of his declining descendants will be able to get some benefits to maintain their livelihood because of this. But that's not what Charlie has to consider!

He now has a factory of house elves, which seems infinitely glamorous, but the dangers and resistance hidden behind the glamour are only clear to him.

Maybe one day, the factory will be sealed up by pure-blood nobles colluding with a group of "Aurors" from the Ministry of Magic.

At that time, he will only be able to sneak back to Hogwarts and become a professor in a miserable state. How can he have time to care about a useless descendant he doesn't even know!?

… … … … … … … … … … …

As his student, Dumbledore naturally understands what Charlie is thinking.

He sighed, pushed the almost-empty black tea towards the inside of the desk, then glanced at Charlie somewhat weakly, and continued to say,

“About your violet… … Oh, sorry, is Wind-Sniffing Violet Candy, does each of them have the same effect as the ones you gave Harry?”

Charlie thought for a while, and did not lie to Dumbledore, but shook his head honestly, saying,

“No, after all, it is something made on the assembly line. In order to reduce its cost and the difficulty of mass production, and to retain the most critical taste, the effect is about one-third of what it is now.”

“Of course… …”

Charlie quickly added,

“In the future, if there are special needs, I will actually consider launching a separate "Boutique Special Edition" Wind-Sniffing Violet Candy.”

“One-third…” Dumbledore muttered to himself, his eyelids drooping, thinking something in his heart.

After a while, he looked at Charlie again, as if he had made some kind of decision, and nodded.

“When are you planning to officially release it?” Dumbledore then asked.

“Probably a week before Christmas, and I’ll put on a very grand GG at that time.”

Charlie answered fluently, but couldn't help but calculate in his mind: Calling Fudge to put on a GG can probably be considered extremely grand.

“I was wondering, is it possible… …”

Dumbledore's body leaned forward slightly subconsciously, with a bit of seriousness in his eyes, and continued to say,

“Could Wind-Sniffing Violet Candy be supplied to Hogwarts in advance?”

Afterwards, he also explained the reason for his thoughts.

“I can feel that after eating it, the spirit will be improved to a certain extent in a short period of time, and even the feel of casting spells will be different… … Although it has been reduced to one-third, it is still very suitable to be used as a teaching aid to assist learning and feel magic.”

Speaking of this, Dumbledore couldn't help but pause, he looked at Charlie, who was sitting opposite him and thinking about something, very considerately gave the other party some time, and then continued to add the following sentence.

“I think with it, the time that young wizards spend on learning can also gain more efficient gains.”

Charlie's originally turbid head instantly became clear because of Dumbledore's words.

He lowered his head and began to constantly calculate the gains and losses.

Dumbledore was not in a hurry, and waited patiently for Charlie's answer.

Finally, after thinking for a long time, Charlie raised his head again.

The smile on his face was even more radiant, he nodded, and his eyes also flashed with some kind of light.

“Of course… … However, I have some additional conditions.”

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.

“What?”

“I want to install several candy vending machines in Hogwarts!”