Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

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A puff of turbid air was exhaled from Dumbledore's mouth…

Then, he sat back in the chair behind his desk, his face calm, his eyes no different from just now, as if nothing had happened, as if everything was just an illusion.

However, Hagrid, on the other hand, was in a completely opposite state.

He leaned against the headmaster's office door, his eyes slightly widened, beads of sweat seeping from his forehead, and even his breathing couldn't help but stagnate.

"Dum… Dumbledore, Headmaster…"

After a long while, when everything returned to calm, Hagrid finally reacted completely to everything he had just witnessed.

He looked at Dumbledore, his voice stuttering with excessive shock.

"Just… just what was that?"

Although Hagrid usually appeared rough, he was actually not stupid.

While asking, Hagrid subconsciously lowered his head, looking at the palm of his hand, where only one crystal-clear candy remained.

Still shimmering with a pale purple light, like a sugar-coated gemstone.

However, at this moment, the violet candy, which should have been light and weightless, suddenly seemed to have weight in Hagrid's hand… heavy.

"It seems… Charlie really made something incredible."

Dumbledore gently stretched his straight spine, leaning back in his chair, propping up his head.

At this moment, his voice seemed a little complicated, mixed with many inexplicable emotions.

Faintly tinged with a few traces of amazement, a few traces of sigh, a few traces of aftertaste… and a few traces of inexplicable association.

"Then the remaining candy…"

Hagrid lowered his head and looked at the candy in his palm again. After hesitating for a while, he slowly stepped forward and carefully handed it to Dumbledore again.

However, this time, Dumbledore did not take it.

Dumbledore blinked with a smile, his eyes seeming to reveal a few traces of childishness.

"Isn't this a gift from Harry to you? I'm very glad you could share one of them with me, but as for the remaining one, you should still taste it yourself."

As he spoke, he raised his own palm and gently pressed against Hagrid's large hand, pushing it back.

"But…"

Looking at the hand being pushed back, Hagrid couldn't help but feel a little conflicted.

"Wouldn't it be a bit of a waste of such a good thing if I ate it?"

"Haha…" Dumbledore looked at the honest half-giant in front of him and couldn't help but laugh.

He shook his head, his tone gentle.

"There's no such thing as wasting something like this. I think when Charlie created it, he defined it as a candy."

"Since it's a candy, its most essential meaning is to bring joy to people, isn't it?"

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Hagrid was stunned for a moment.

He first scratched his head, hesitated for a moment, and then finally made up his mind, carefully putting the candy in his hand into his mouth.

"How does it taste?" Dumbledore looked at Hagrid, seemingly anticipating his reaction.

Hagrid closed his eyes, imitating Dumbledore, carefully tasting something different.

Soon, Hagrid suddenly reopened his eyes, his eyes filled with a light of surprise.

"This taste… this is wonderful. I don't think I've ever eaten such a delicious candy in my life!!!"

… … … … … … …

After Hagrid left.

Only Dumbledore remained in the headmaster's office.

His gaze fell again, resting on the surface of the desk.

"Charlie…"

He murmured the name that was almost unparalleled in its glory back then, seemingly lost in some kind of memory.

After a long while, Dumbledore unhurriedly pulled open the bottom drawer, took out a piece of stationery from it, and laid it flat on his desk.

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"Oh, Merlin's socks! This is simply the best thing I've ever eaten!!!!!"

Just as Dumbledore and Hagrid were talking in the headmaster's office.

At the same time, inside a train carriage heading to Hogwarts.

A child with red curly hair and a face full of freckles had his eyes narrowed into a line with happiness at this moment.

Harry was sitting opposite him, still holding the gift Charlie had given him, but now, the gift had been opened.

Looking at the happy expression on the face of his newly acquainted friend, Harry was also smiling especially happily.

"Do you want to eat more, Ron?!!"

Harry's eyes twinkled as he looked at Ron, expectantly asking.

"Can I?"

Hearing Harry's words, Ron's eyes lit up.

"Of course!"

Harry appeared extremely generous. After nodding in agreement, he directly reached into the gift box again, took out two violet candies that were no different from the one Hagrid had received, and handed them directly to Ron.

Ron was overjoyed and reached out to take them.

However, just as his hand was about to touch Harry's hand, his movement suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?"

Harry looked at his friend, asking with some confusion.

"Such delicious candy… it must be very precious, right?"

Ron's little face was filled with indescribable entanglement. His hand hung in mid-air, not knowing whether to advance or retreat for a moment.

"Don't worry!"

Hearing these words, Harry was relieved and shook his gift box vigorously with his other hand, making a rattling sound.

"I have a lot more! Mr. Charlie gave me a whole box!"

Hearing these words, Ron, who was still entangled, finally felt relieved, smiled, and happily took two candies from Harry's hand.

Then, without hesitation, he threw both candies into his mouth at the same time.

"Mmm — — —"

As the candy entered his mouth, Ron made an enjoyable nasal sound like a train whistle.

"My brother is also named Charlie."

He continued to chat with Harry while chewing the candy in his mouth with his teeth.

"But he definitely can't make such delicious candy!"

"I guess the person who gave you the gift must be an amazing genius — —"

He continued to compliment vaguely.

"He should open a candy store… even if he only sells this one kind of candy, it could directly turn him into a rich man!"

Hearing Ron's unintentional words, the expression on Harry's face became a little strange.

Rich man… wealthy?

Harry thought, his thoughts faintly recalling the day he met Mr. Charlie.

"I think he's actually already very rich."

Harry replied with a smile.

"Oh? Is that so…"

Ron was still happily gesticulating on the opposite seat, and hearing Harry's words, he just casually perked up his ears and asked subconsciously.

"What does he do?"

"He owns a candy factory."