Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

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Tust slowly turned around, his brow furrowed slightly, and he carefully examined the nearly six-foot-tall strongman in front of him again, his eyes full of the feeling of "You must have some kind of difficult and complicated disease."

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“Stop talking nonsense…”

He clearly didn't want to continue arguing with Katie anymore. His tone gradually began to carry a hint of impatience.

Immediately, he took out his wand from his pocket and skillfully pointed it at Katie.

Instantly, light surged from the tip of Tust's wand, and a faint, almost imperceptible hum sounded.

Katie only felt her body being entangled by an invisible force, her wrists uncontrollably gathering and locking in front of her, unable to be pulled apart even a fraction.

“If you have anything to say, wait until we get to the Magical Congress.”

Seeing that the other party had been controlled, Tust continued, then slowly put the wand back into his coat pocket.

“Katie Grainger, you are under arrest.”

Katie was stunned at first. He lowered his head, looking at his handcuffed hands in front of him. His lips moved, but in the end, no sound came out.

After a moment, he finally let out a soft sigh.

“Sigh…”

“You certainly can't understand the misery in the heart of a transgender person…”

Katie kept his head down, muttering softly, his voice very low, seemingly devoid of strength compared to the beginning.

“Yes… but we don't need to understand either.” Tust sneered, replying nonchalantly, then reached out to grab Katie, heading directly to the Magical Congress.

“Originally, I thought this little shop could be open peacefully for a few more years, but alas…” Katie continued, and as his voice faded, he slowly raised his head, his eyes carrying a strange light as he looked at Tust, who was about to reach out to grab his clothes.

Tust paused, narrowing his eyes, looking at Katie with his strange gaze. For a moment, the sixth sense cultivated from over a decade as an Auror caused a sense of crisis to well up in his heart involuntarily.

However, before he could react, the next second, Katie in front of him suddenly began to tremble…

Beneath his originally thick arms, veins as thick as earthworms burst out and knotted. Brown hair grew wildly, rapidly covering every inch of his previously exposed skin in the shortest amount of time.

His hands transformed into dark brown fleshy paws, each fingernail turning into a dagger-like claw. Hideous teeth uncontrollably replaced his original teeth, his face began to lengthen, and finally, he completely lost his human features.

His originally strong body now seemed like an inflating balloon, swelling by nearly a circle, and his height suddenly reached over seven feet…

… … … …

When Tust reacted, the heavily made-up strongman in front of him had disappeared, and had turned into a huge brown bear with a large, round head, a sturdy build, and a raised shoulder and back, panting heavily.

With a "snap!" the magic originally applied to Katie's arms instantly lost its effect, and two pillar-thick bear arms instantly burst out, easily snapping the restraints directly.

“Roar!!!!!!!”

A deafening roar came from his mouth. Without any hesitation, almost at the first moment of completing the transformation, the massive bear paw swung, carrying a whooshing wind, coming towards Tust from above in an almost crushing posture.

Tust's pupils shrank to the size of pinholes. At this moment of life and death, he dared not be lazy at all, almost unleashing the fastest speed he had ever had in his life, desperately twisting his torso in an attempt to dodge the attack.

“Bang!!!!”

The old counter was hit by the bear paw, and half of it was instantly gone, the remaining half collapsing with the flying dust, turning into wreckage.

“Huff, huff…”

A bead of sweat flowed down Tust's forehead. After narrowly dodging the swinging bear paw, he looked down at his chest, where his clothes had been torn, and the faint scratches under his clothes made goosebumps instantly cover his body.

“You're an Animagus!?”

He looked at Katie as if he was seeing him for the first time, his eyes no longer as calm as they had been at the beginning, filled with disbelief.

However, Katie, who had already turned into a brown bear, obviously could no longer answer his question. Seeing that the attack had missed, the ferocity in his clearly still human-like eyes emerged, and his massive body leaped up, his arms open, pouncing over.

Daring not to hesitate any longer, Tust grabbed his wand, retreating sharply while chanting the spell.

“STUPEFY!”

Faced with the shooting magic, Katie seemed to have already guessed his intentions, and his clumsy body moved slightly, dodging it without deviation.

Seeing the hint of disdain and contempt in the other party's eyes, Tust also understood that he had underestimated this man named Katie from the beginning… But there was no way, after all, no one would have thought that the owner of such a backwater dark magic shop would actually be an advanced Animagus.

“This is an extremely dangerous guy, damn it, I should have called for more backup.”

He gritted his teeth, his mind racing.

“I can't let him run away…” With that thought, the wand in his hand didn't stop, and it seemed that he was ready for a bitter fight, even to the death.

“Damn it… a dozen Galleons a month, what kind of life is this?”

Tust subconsciously thought of the words he had said to Cella not long ago, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Perhaps… when choosing to become an Auror as a profession, it was never for the salary of a dozen Galleons a month.

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I don't know how much time had passed, but the small shop had returned to silence once again.

The shelves were shattered, and few of the originally cluttered goods remained… Unknown potions and the things in the glass jars were mixed together, flowing down the cracks in the floor.

Katie stood in the ruins, now having transformed back into human form from his Animagus state.

He had several wounds on his body, some deep and some shallow, and in his hand, he held Tust, who had completely fainted.

With a "plop," Tust was casually thrown down somewhere. Katie looked around, feeling as if his heart had been cut with a bloody knife. After a long time, he finally let out a deep sigh.

“Sigh…”

“This business is a complete loss…”

He muttered to himself, the resentment between his brows almost solidifying.

“Looks like I can't stay in the American wizarding world…”

… … … … … … … … … … … … …

Night fell, inside the Magic Broadway performance hall.

The candles that originally floated above the venue were all extinguished, with light only shining on the stage at the very front.

Wizards and actors dressed in sixteenth-century costumes were performing today's play with their unique and strange singing.

This is a story adapted from a classic fairy tale in "The Tales of Beedle the Bard", called "The Warlock's Hairy Heart"...

"The Warlock's Hairy Heart" is not a sweet story; on the contrary, it is a rare tale in "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" that carries a terrifying color and a tragic tone.

It tells the story of a warlock who used dark magic on his own heart in order to seal off his emotions. In the end, it was this magic that led to the demise of both him and a kind, beautiful, and generous witch, resulting in the tragic end of having his heart ripped out of his chest.

This is extremely famous in the British wizarding world, and it has even spawned an idiom, "There is a hairy heart," to describe those cold-hearted and indifferent wizards.

Even his old headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, once wrote a commentary on this story...

However, at this moment, in the theater of Magical Broadway, the actors and playwrights seem to have made a series of adaptations to the story, giving it a happy ending—the warlock finally resisted the dark magic, successfully liberated his heart, expressed his love for the witch, and the two fell in love...

Charlie sat in the red velvet seat, quietly admiring the actors' superb acting skills, and couldn't help but feel amazed in his heart.

It has to be said that this is a wonderful feeling he had never experienced before.

Compared to Muggle dramas, wizarding dramas are obviously much more vivid and interesting. In order to ensure that the entire audience in the theater is brought into the scene, in addition to relying on the performances on stage, they also use corresponding magical effects to create a more realistic experience...

"Mr. Black, have you seen a performance like this before?"

Suddenly, Muller's voice came from beside Charlie.

Charlie subconsciously turned his head to look to the side. Muller was sitting next to him, his eyes shining, staring unblinkingly at the stage, looking completely mesmerized.

"Uh..." Charlie thought for a while and replied seriously,

"I have seen Ms. Setina Warbeck's concert, but that's all... I have never seen a performance like Magical Broadway before..."

"It's amazing, isn't it?"

Muller lowered his voice, but still couldn't hide the excitement in his heart.

"Yes... very amazing," Charlie said without refuting, nodding naturally.

"...I come here almost every Friday to see a performance..."

Muller paused for a moment, then continued, his eyes still fixed on the actors who were performing hard, as if missing even a second would be a great loss to him.

"I've seen almost every show on Magical Broadway hundreds of times... but I still can't get enough of it."

He sighed, his voice seeming to carry a hint of melancholy.

Charlie raised his eyebrows in surprise, looking at the rosy and always smiling face, without saying a word. Because he knew that Muller had not finished speaking.

"You may not know, but I'm actually not a wizard... According to the wizarding world, I'm a Squib."

Muller said this, but the smile on his face did not diminish, as if he was calmly narrating a trivial matter, without even a ripple of emotion.

"My parents are both wizards... They are both amazing wizards, scholars who study dragons. But as their only child, I failed to inherit their genes and become a wizard..."

He paused here, smacking his lips.

"I have lived in the wizarding world for sixty-seven years, and I have been a Squib for sixty-seven years. To be honest, when I was young, I also resented myself, resented everything, as if my misfortune was created by the world. They let me live in this magical world full of magic, but with the body of a Muggle."

Charlie was stunned for a moment before he remembered that he had never seen Muller's wand...

Looking at the old man in front of him, he couldn't help but recall another Squib he was familiar with, the caretaker of Hogwarts, Filch.

However, compared to Muller, Filch gave people a completely different feeling. Anyway, in his impression, he always seemed to have a bitter and hateful look, and even his smile was hideous.

"But my parents were very good to me. They didn't dislike me because I was a Squib. Instead, they were more considerate of my feelings. They would never even use magic in front of me, for fear of stimulating me..."

A look of reminiscence appeared in Muller's eyes. Although he was still watching the performance in front of him, his heart seemed to have sunk into a deeper level.

"Eleven or twelve years old... was probably the most painful time, because my friends were all normal little wizards. They all went to Ilvermorny to study, but I entered a Muggle school."

"At that time, I felt like the sky was falling. Every day was a nightmare. Every day I was angry, roaring, and then hiding in a quiet corner to cry..."

"And then?"

Charlie listened to Muller's words, and was momentarily engrossed, and couldn't help but ask immediately.

"Then... my mom and dad took me here to see a show. Until now, I still remember what the show I watched at the beginning was—The Wizard and the Hopping Pot. It was also a tale from The Tales of Beedle the Bard..."

"That was the first time I saw a performance. I sat in the seat, watching the actors on the stage performing hard, and for a moment I had a feeling I had never experienced before... I put all my spirit into it, as if I really became the protagonist above, and had the same joys and sorrows as him, and experienced the same things, and even when he used magic, it was like I was casting it myself."

Muller raised his thick palm and slowly stretched it forward, as if the thing he had never had in his life became within reach...

"From then on, I became obsessed with drama, and I was no longer as painful as before."

His hand ultimately did not touch anything, and it fell down like this, and the light in his eyes also eased a lot, but the smile remained unchanged.

"I began to accept the fact that I was a Squib, and happily entered the Muggle schools, learning things that were completely different from my friends..."

Finally, Muller turned his head and looked at Charlie.

"The facts prove that Squibs can't only do the most useless work in the wizarding world... At least I have already proven that even if I am not a wizard in the wizarding world, I can still do more meaningful things."