Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

“Success is just a definition.” ✿ . ｡ . : * ☆ : * * : . . : * * : . ☆ * . : ｡ . ✿ Google search read” Charlie smiled, reached out, and rubbed Draco's head, saying.

“Everyone has their own definition of success, Draco. Don't let other people's ideas interfere with you. When you do what you really want to do, that is success.”

Charlie's words left the ignorant Draco somewhat at a loss. He nodded as if he understood, but he didn't seem to understand what Charlie meant.

But there was no rush, after all, he was only eleven years old now, and when he grew up, there would be plenty of time to think about it repeatedly.

“Perhaps more than future success, you would like to eat some candy?”

As he spoke, those gifts that had been floating behind him all fell down in a heap, piling up in front of Draco.

Seemingly receiving so much candy for the first time, Draco, who had been somewhat at a loss, immediately threw Charlie's words to the back of his mind, and instead looked at the candy, his eyes lighting up.

He really wanted to reach out and take it, but the next second, Draco seemed to think of something, and stopped his hand halfway.

Instead, he turned his head and cautiously looked at his father.

“Humph…”

Lucius, who had been looking down and watching Draco and Charlie's pleasant exchange, snorted coldly, then turned his head away, no longer looking at Draco, and said dryly,

“Take it…”

When Lucius gave his permission, the cautious expression on Draco's face disappeared completely, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then laughed freely.

“Thank you, Uncle.”

Finally, Charlie came to Lucius.

“…” Lucius didn't speak, looking at Charlie, who was still smiling, his Adam's apple couldn't help but twitch twice.

“Welcome… Charlie.”

Lucius reluctantly showed a stiff smile that could be said to be quite sincere, and said to Charlie.

“Thank you, Lucius.”

Lucius's emotions at the moment naturally could not escape Charlie's eyes.

He smiled, reached out his hand, and like a long-lost friend, patted Lucius's arm, then asked kindly.

“Long time no see, is everything alright?”

Listening to the other party's greetings, Lucius's heart couldn't help but tremble violently.

What is he saying?

Is he reminding me of something?

Damn it, is he telling me to be honest…

For a time, many messy thoughts filled his mind.

Making him unable to help but speed up his breathing, and his face also became ugly.

“…” He pursed his lips, looking at Charlie in front of him as if petrified, without saying a word.

Draco held two boxes of novel-looking candy in his hand, and turned his head curiously, looking at his father.

He didn't know why, but today his father seemed particularly strange… First, he looked flustered in the bedroom, and then he was silent when talking to his uncle. He didn't show the usual etiquette and demeanor…

After a while, he slowly opened his mouth, his voice trembling slightly, and said

“I… actually… back then…”

Before Lucius could finish speaking, Charlie quickly reached out and interrupted him… Looking at Narcissa's worried expression, he shook his head helplessly.

He put his head close to Lucius's ear, and said something in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

After speaking, he patted him on the shoulder again.

“The last time we met was at your and Narcissa's wedding, if I remember correctly, I was still in third year?”

“Yes, you were still in school at that time…”

Although he didn't know what the two of them had said, soon, Lucius's expression returned to normal after a burst of relief.

He nodded as if nothing had happened, and chatted with Charlie.

Narcissa looked at this scene, and the original worry turned into a smile. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, rejoicing that her decision had not gone wrong.

And what had just happened seemed like just a small episode, and then disappeared in everyone's hearts.

Suddenly, Narcissa seemed to think of something, and said with a smile.

“Come in, we've prepared dinner… Although it's a bit cold, it can be quickly heated up. There's also a good bottle of red wine, it's Lucius's treasure.”

“Yes.” Lucius responded to Narcissa's words, and said, “Let's go in, it's a good bottle of red wine.”

As he spoke, his hand pressed on the gate of the mansion, and he gently pushed it.

Suddenly, the heavy wooden door opened automatically, and the light from within shone through the doorway, mixed with a warm atmosphere, on Charlie's body, dispelling the fatigue of his journey.

“Just right, I'm also hungry.”

Charlie wasn't too polite either, and nodded.

“I only ate a little candy and a small bag of cookies that Russell brought on the way, it's time to have some dinner.”

He stretched out his hand and pinched his neck.

“And, I might really need to drink some red wine… You know, the chairs in the office are really not comfortable, I need to have a good sleep.”

After hearing this, Narcissa immediately nodded and said, “No problem, the guest room has just been cleaned up today, after the dinner, you can go straight to sleep.”

… … … … … … … … … … …

Warm room

Sumptuous dinner

Wine and…

Family sitting together.

Charlie's knife gently cut through the tender pork chop on the plate.

The juice overflowed, accompanied by the heat and the scent of rosemary, and was sent into Charlie's mouth.

Thank goodness… He didn't know how long it had been since he had experienced this scene.

Although at the beginning he just came with the mentality of finding fun out of boredom.

But when he really got here, everything changed…

Whether it was Narcissa's long-lost greetings, or the four people sitting around the long table eating dinner, and chatting from time to time.

It all seemed to be what he had been subconsciously hoping for.

So even though he hadn't been here for long, he felt like he was starting to enjoy this state.

Who would have thought that, whether it was Lucius or Narcissa, they didn't seem like approachable guys to outsiders.

But now, it's a completely opposite look.

Perhaps people should be complex.

Charlie took a sip of wine, licked his lips that still had a bit of sweetness, and thought so.

Anyway, after living and experiencing thirty years in this world, Charlie had long understood a truth.

This is no longer just a story composed of seven books and one hundred and ninety-eight chapters, it is a real world.

It is also the life of Charlie Black…