Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

In 1991, "Emily in Paris" hadn't aired yet, but the filter of the "City of Romance" had already enveloped this city, which should have been a melting pot, attracting countless young men and women who were determined to flock here in search of so-called "dreams" and "true love."

However, the reality that awaited them was often not so beautiful. On a dark night, equally dark people would use dark gun muzzles to shatter all their fantasies from the start.

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As the plane landed and glided to a stop on the airport runway, this flight, lasting less than three hours and being Charlie's first flight experience since his rebirth, finally came to an end, also marking his departure from the British magical world and his formal entry into French magical territory.

“Peng…”

Without waiting too long, a muffled sound soon came. The cabin door of the plane then slowly opened.

Standing up, Charlie put the magazine in his hand back in place, stretched his shoulders, politely said goodbye to an old gentleman in a plaid trench coat sitting next to him, and then slowly followed the crowd off the plane.

Since the UK and France are not actually too far apart, and the climate is not too different, when Charlie stepped out of the cabin and onto the ramp, a cold wind carrying some ice crystals immediately blew against his face and brushed past his ears. Even though he had been in the cabin for a while and felt a bit stuffy, the sudden cold wind made Charlie unconsciously pull his thick down jacket tighter.

While walking down the ramp, Charlie took a deep breath, feeling the icy sensation with a hint of foreign flavor rushing into his lungs from his nostrils, instantly clearing up his somewhat dizzy head. Looking at the bright and clear sky above, which was obviously bluer than London's, the corners of Charlie's mouth couldn't help but slightly rise.

He took out the iron ball that he had been playing with in his hand since the journey began, held it up high, watching the light reflect brilliant colors from the metal-carved shell, his eyes momentarily blurring. He murmured:

“At your invitation, Master Nicolas Flamel, I have arrived in Paris.”

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When Charlie calmly walked out of the airport通道, someone was already waiting for his arrival with a sign.

A young man with bizarre colorful thick-framed glasses, upward-pointing eyebrows, and a tall, thin figure like a 1.9-meter-long bamboo pole was currently in the arrival hall, holding a pick-up sign and looking around anxiously and eagerly. From time to time, he would raise his right hand and carefully tidy his hair, which was already full of mousse, fearing that there might be the slightest imperfection.

When Charlie walked into the arrival hall, he immediately saw this outstanding weirdo and the pick-up sign in his hand from the crowd, so he naturally raised his hand and waved, and then strolled towards the man.

“Here.”

“Ch-, Charlie Black, sir!”

The man looked at Charlie approaching, his eyes behind the ridiculous glasses suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly took long strides, running towards the other party. After stopping in front of Charlie, he immediately bowed slightly and asked in a low voice with some excitement and nervousness:

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“Excuse me… are you Mr. Charlie Black from Greater Manchester?”

“Yes, that’s me.“

Seemingly shocked by the unique appearance of the person in front of him, Charlie first looked the tall young man up and down after truly seeing who it was, and then nodded calmly, while responding and politely extending his right hand, incidentally asking:

“You are… … … …“

“Gawky Sanchez, sir!”

The man hurriedly introduced himself, bowing even lower at the same time, extending his right hand, and shaking hands with Charlie with great solemnity.

“If you wish, you can also call me Little Sanchez,” Gawky Sanchez continued to explain in a low voice.

“Nakul is your… … … …“

“Nakul Sanchez is my father. Christmas just passed, and he has a pile of sales reports and invoices to deal with. He suddenly learned that you were coming to Paris, and he couldn't spare the time, so he had no choice but to ask me to pick you up for him.”

“I see.”

Hearing this, a look of understanding appeared on Charlie's face, his composure unchanged. He kindly patted Little Sanchez's hand and jokingly said in a warm voice:

“He's always like this. Your father has always been a workaholic. I've advised him more than once in my letters to take care of his health and find some reliable helpers to handle his work… but it seems like he still hasn't listened to me this year.”

Little Sanchez nodded in deep agreement upon hearing this, revealing an approving expression, and then continued Charlie's words, exclaiming with emotion, “Since I can remember, my father has been a meticulous person who devoted himself wholeheartedly to his work. After cooperating with you, he has become even more excessive and unstoppable. He never lets anyone else look at such important seasonal reports or documents. He always sits at his desk and reviews them one by one before packing them up and mailing them to England to be delivered to you.”

Charlie was not surprised by Little Sanchez's words. He turned his head to look towards the exit of the arrival hall, and continued:

“It's precisely because of his character that I dare to give him the exclusive distribution rights for the French magical world without reservation. If it were anyone else, I'm afraid I would have to think twice.”

“Yeah… that’s right.”

Little Sanchez responded, but whether it was because of Charlie's words or not, the smile on his face suddenly became somewhat strained at this moment, and behind those exaggerated glasses, there was a hint of imperceptible complexity. However, in just a breath, he readjusted his state.

After carefully putting away the pick-up sign, he gently shook his head and said no more, leading Charlie towards the exit.

“Mr. Black, you probably haven't registered this trip with the Ministry of Magic yet, have you?… In that case, I'll take you to the Ministry of Magic to register first.”

From the moment he saw Charlie, Little Sanchez's back had never straightened up. Even during this short journey from the airport, he followed behind Charlie with such humility, like a… … … … larger version of Russell.