Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

"Good afternoon, Hagrid."

Charlie also smiled and nodded. As he spoke, he opened the envelope and took out the letter paper inside.

Putting them back on the table, the ring suddenly flashed a faint light on his finger, and he put Charlie's wand into his hand.

"Please take a seat."

As he spoke, he turned his elbow slightly, causing the tip of the wand to bloom with full light.

Finally, point toward the ground.

With a "Buzz!" sound, the thick carpet laid on the floor began to slowly move.

Under the blessing of the transformation spell, it is pulling and extending.

In just two or three seconds, it turned into an enlarged sofa in the blink of an eye.

"Thank you so much, Hagrid. Please help me make such a trip, and take a rest first."

Charlie took back his wand and continued.

"It's just a small matter. If there is anything you need my help with, Charlie, you can just tell me!"

They were all friends, so Hagrid would naturally not be too rigid. He still had a smile on his face and nodded as he spoke. Then he walked to the sofa and sat down.

"Um……"

Relaxing his body and leaning on the cushions of the sofa, Hagrid couldn't help but let out a long breath, and his spine made a crisp sound.

"It's nice...it's more comfortable than the sofa in my house."

He reached under the desk, skillfully opened a cabinet, took out the candy, and handed it in the direction of Hagrid.

"Want some?" Charlie raised his hand and signaled. "

"Uh...is it a snow lemon?"

Hagrid's eyes couldn't help but light up. After hesitating for a moment, he asked.

"Sure, why not?"

After receiving a relaxed reply from the other party, he stood up from the sofa, walked to Charlie's desk in two steps, and carefully picked up the candy.

"Thank you! That's so sweet of you, Charlie."

Like amber-like candy, it sparkled with moving light under the sunlight. The filling inside slowly flowed with Hagrid's movements, as if it had a life of its own.

Even though it was not the first time he saw it, Hagrid still couldn't help but be intoxicated by such a wonderful candy.

After appreciating it as usual, he slowly put it into his mouth and touched it with the tip of his tongue. He slowly closed his eyes and sat back on the sofa, quietly enjoying the sweetness and happiness brought by this candy...

…

Before tasting Charlie's candies, it was not like Hagrid had never tasted desserts made by other workshops.

Due to Dumbledore's fondness for eating sweets, as his right-hand man, it was common for him to buy sweets for Dumbledore.

So from chocolate frogs, weird candies, to Honeydukes licorice sticks, he has eaten a lot.

However, no matter what kind of candy it is, it becomes boring after facing the snow lemon and violet candy produced by Charlie Brand.

It's as if Charlie has really integrated superb magic into it, constantly enchanting other people's taste buds, stimulating the nerves of the brain, and continuously delivering bursts of soothing and sweet signals...

Seeing Hagrid calm down, leaning back on the sofa and tasting the candy, Charlie's smile became softer and brighter.

After all, as a businessman, whenever you see people loving the products produced by your factory so much, it is undoubtedly a matter of joy.

Without disturbing the other party's interest at the moment, Charlie skillfully took out two apple-flavored gummy bears from the drawer and threw them into his mouth.

While chewing, he began to read the letter that he had not seen for a long time.

"Crash..."

The letter was unfolded, Charlie's eyes were half-closed, and he began to scan quickly.

However, what he didn't expect was that the content delivered from the very beginning surprised him.

I saw that in the first line of the letter, it was written in a clear and smooth font:

"To, my dear and respected uncle..."

After seeing this sentence, almost without thinking, Draco's young and proud little face quietly appeared in Charlie's mind.

"Why is there a letter from Draco?"

Charlie raised his eyebrows and subconsciously moved his gaze away from the letter, looking towards Hagrid who was intoxicated in his own world.

After thinking about it again and again, out of politeness and respect, he finally did not disturb the other party, but chose to suppress the confusion in his heart and continue reading.

The letter was not short, even longer than Dumbledore's.

The content is like a letter from home, meticulously reporting to Charlie on his performance in school.

Charlie watched bit by bit, and the confusion gradually dissipated, or it became unimportant.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and a rare look of relief appeared on his face.

It looks densely packed, and some places even have small traces of modification because of a wording.

Charlie seemed to be able to imagine the scene when Draco was sitting in the library, writing this letter carefully word for word.

Draco reported very seriously, from the excellent results he had accumulated over the past semester to the praise given by teachers in various subjects... just like a child waiting for praise, everything fell into Charlie's head.

before.

But what surprised Charlie the most was that even Professor McGonagall and his good brother "Half-Blood Prince" gave it a very low rating.

You know, Professor McGonagall is famous for being fair and strict, and treats everyone equally. But now, Draco can actually make McGonagall look at him differently. This shows that he has really done a lot.

effort.

As for Severus... there is no need to say anything. Even if it is due to his kinship, if Draco's grades are only considered "excellent" rather than "excellent", then Severus will give

Most of the comments will be summarized in two short words, such as "ok", "good" and so on.

At this point, Charlie couldn't help but nodded. It seemed that this child had at least made a radical change in his studies.

Later, after reporting on the success of his daily homework, Draco also talked about his daily life and the new friends he had made - Harry, Hermione... and Ron.

When Charlie saw this, his eyes paused and he sighed secretly.

Sure enough, even if Harry went to the snake farm, the three little ones were still not separated... No, judging from the current situation, it seems that they should be called four little ones.

However, just as Charlie was becoming more interested and thinking about the strange chemical reaction that such a combination would produce, the last thing Draco described at the end of the letter made him frown.

"The corridor on the third floor, the black shadow and... Quirrell?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he subconsciously raised his hand and knocked on the table of his desk, falling into deep thought.