Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

“Mr. Black, are we going this way?”

“Mr. Black, how many times have you been to Muggle communities?”

“Mr. Black, are you bored? How about I sing you a song? They taught me at the tavern last time. Wingdings: ♦︎ ♦︎ ⬧︎ ♦︎ ◆︎ ⌧︎ ♦︎ ♦︎ □︎ ❍︎”

… … … … …

Perhaps because it was his first time driving for Charlie, Pompom's mouth hadn't stopped since getting in the car. While stepping on the gas to accelerate, he would often turn his head to glance at Charlie in the back seat, and then excitedly say some completely meaningless things.

“… … … … ”

Charlie closed his eyes and slowly leaned back. Resting against the exquisite pure leather backrest, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

At this moment, he suddenly regretted agreeing to Pompom's request. He knew that it was still at least a few hours' drive from London, where Ryan was.

If he kept talking like this during this time, it would definitely be a small disaster for Charlie… … … …

“Sigh.”

Helpless, after sighing, Charlie had no choice but to turn his head away, ignoring Pompom, and instead looking at the scenery outside the car window.

The heavy snow that had been falling in the morning had now stopped. People with happy smiles walked out of their homes and strolled on the sidewalks. Accompanied by signs and special decorations with Christmas logos on the streets, they formed a harmonious scene that unconsciously brought comfort to the heart.

Even Charlie couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth slightly through the glass.

“Oh my… Muggles are truly amazing.”

Seeing that Mr. Black was no longer paying attention to him, Pompom didn't mind. Instead, he followed his gaze and looked out the window, and couldn't help but sigh.

“Mr. Black, in my opinion, these Muggles are even more amazing than the wizards in the magical world.”

“Hmm?”

Charlie raised his eyebrows and glanced at Pompom in surprise.

After sighing, Pompom seemed to remember that Mr. Black, who was sitting behind him, was also a wizard, so he quickly turned his head and added another sentence.

“Of, of course, Mr. Black is the exception! You are the greatest in the world, unmatched by anyone!”

However, Charlie didn't care about his rashness. After all, as an old man who had been with him for at least ten years, he knew that this guy didn't like to use his brain when he spoke.

He shook his head, but instead became interested in what Pompom had just said, and casually asked:

“Why do you think so?”

Hearing Mr. Black take the initiative to talk to him, his energy immediately rose again. After flapping his ears a few times, he took over the conversation and said happily:

“Look—”

Pompom stretched out his hand and pointed to the sparkling Christmas tree and the towering buildings in the distance.

“I heard Dursley say… when he was a child, the place he lived was a village similar to other wizard gatherings. At that time, he couldn't see so many tall buildings, or street lights or shops…”

“Continue.”

Charlie's expression was calm and he couldn't see any other emotions. He just nodded thoughtfully, and then said to Pompom.

“As a result, look… in just a few decades, the entire Muggle world seems to have changed!”

Pompom gesticulated happily while speaking, his eyes sparkling with incredible surprise and undisguised envy.

It was easy to see that he wasn't just making conversation with Charlie, but sincerely believed that these weak creatures without magic were far more remarkable than they seemed.

A few decades, for a Muggle, may be most of their life. But for a house-elf with a lifespan of more than two hundred years, it is not that long.

For the British wizarding world with hundreds of years of history, it can only be described as a blink of an eye…

However, it was in this inconspicuous period of time that Muggle society has undergone countless evolutions and changes, and the frequency of its updates is staggering.

This can't help but make people feel恍惚… If this continues at this rate, then it won't be long before the magic that wizards are proud of will lose its original deterrent power in the eyes of Muggles and become a ridiculous toy. By that time, they will have to re-emphasize their attitude towards these numerous neighbors… … …

“You know what, Pompom.”

Charlie's eyelids drooped, no longer looking out the window, but changed to a comfortable position leaning on the leather cushion, and then, he said quietly.

“Dumbledore also told me something similar not long ago.”

“Really!?”

This was truly a pleasant surprise for Pompom. He immediately widened his eyes, turned his head sharply, and confirmed excitedly.

“Are you saying that Albus Dumbledore once said something similar!?”

The name of Albus Dumbledore is very popular among the house-elves in the factory.

Because almost half of the house-elves around Charlie Black now, including Kobe, were abducted by him at Hogwarts back then. Therefore, Albus Dumbledore's kindness and respect have been greatly publicized.

It also makes the house-elves believe that in the magical world, there are still wizards who will recognize their existence and treat them as independent individuals.

Because of this, even Pompom, who is full of歧义and dissatisfaction with wizards, couldn't help but get excited when he heard Charlie's words.

It was as if he had a subtle connection with that great man to some extent.

Charlie nodded with a smile, then took a deep breath and continued.

“I also thought about this question at the time… Why is it that Muggles, who are also human beings, have a terrifying rate of development, while wizards still live a life that is not much different from the previous generation, or even the generation before that.”

“Then… have you figured it out?”

Pompom couldn't help but release the accelerator pedal a little, blinked his eyes, and asked curiously.

“Magic.”

His answer was concise, giving only one word and not saying anything more.

And after saying that, the angle of the corners of his mouth raised a bit, and the smile on his face became even more so.

It was a sarcastic smile. Perhaps if it were Russell, he would understand what Charlie meant. But in Pompom's eyes, he just felt inexplicably unfathomable, and he didn't understand anything else.

“Mag, magic?… I'm sorry, Mr. Black, I don't understand.”

Pompom scratched his head, looked at Charlie who didn't know what he was laughing at, and had to ask again dryly.

“You will understand in the future.”