Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

Finally, Lucius was persuaded.

"What are the chances that he would agree?"

He stood up, straightened out his newly wrinkled clothes, and tried to regain his original calmness and arrogance.

"I don't know...but I feel that he will definitely come."

After listening to her words, Lucius's eyelids trembled and he couldn't help but ask.

"Are you so sure?"

Narcissa raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a calm and equally arrogant smile.

"Don't forget, I am his sister. I have lived with him for more than ten years."

"Is that why?"

"No, it's not because I know him. It's because I know that he is Charlie Black."

"Peng!! Danglanglang!"

After saying this, before Lucius could react, a huge sound first reached the ears of the two of them.

Narcissa and Lucius both turned their heads and looked in that direction.

Not far away, they saw Dobby, who was skinny and wearing an old pillowcase and was out of place in this luxurious mansion, staring in their direction in disbelief.

As if he was going crazy because of something, he even dropped the plate in his hand without any reaction.

"The damn thing."

Narcissa's brows immediately turned into knots, and her eyes instantly became cold and ruthless.

Dobby looked at him like a wooden man and scolded him.

This face, the same expression he had when facing Lucius, was like a completely different person.

This is also natural. A pure-blood family as arrogant as Narcissa may still show the slightest warmth hidden deep in their hearts only towards their relatives.

As a house elf, Dobby was not even as valuable as the sofa sitting under his butt in her eyes.

And this is also what most other wizards think.

You know, a deviant guy like Charlie can definitely be said to be a rare find in ten thousand years.

However, what Narcissa couldn't stand the most was that such a lowly house elf had dared to eavesdrop on her conversation with Lucius just now.

"Sorry Master! Please forgive Dobby!! Dobby is a bad guy! Dobby should not have thrown the plate on the floor!!"

Immediately, as the two men's unkind gazes focused on him at the same time, Dobby finally came to his senses from his previous stupor and couldn't help but shudder.

It had almost become an instinct. Dobby immediately fell to his knees on the ground, trembling and banging his head against the ground.

Even though there was a soft, fluffy and very thick luxurious carpet in the middle, the muffled "bang bang" sound made by Dobby's head hitting was still clearly audible.

But Narcissa wouldn't care about that... Just when Narcissa touched the wand beside her, intending to teach the disobedient house elf an unforgettable lesson, Lucius reached out and grabbed Narcissa's arm.

"etc"

Lucius stopped his wife and shook his head slowly.

Although he looked at Dobby with an even colder look, he had no intention of being cruel to him at this time.

"Don't forget what that guy does."

After briefly reminding Narcissa, Lucius looked at Dobby again and ordered in an extremely cold tone.

"Don't show up again these days... You can go wherever you like, but don't show up in front of Charlie Black."

After saying that, he looked at Dobby who stiffened suddenly, narrowed his eyes, and added in a cold voice

"You'd better not play any tricks...you know? Don't forget, you're just a house elf."

"Yes...yes, I understand my master!" Dobby pressed his head on the ground, his body was shaking badly, but he still tried his best to answer loudly.

"Dobby...Dobby will leave here in the next few days! Dobby will not appear at home! Dobby will not...will not meet Mr. Charlie Black! Dobby is just a house elf..."

"get out."

Accompanied by Lucius's last words, which were neither salty nor bland.

Dobby's figure flashed and turned into a ray of light and disappeared into this luxurious mansion.

"This is a restless thing."

Narcissa slowly lowered her hand holding the staff, looked at where Dobby left, and couldn't help but murmur.

"snort…"

A sarcastic sneer appeared at the corner of Lucius's mouth.

"So what? It's just a house elf, that's all."

……………………

On the second floor of the mansion, in Draco's room

Draco stood in front of the mirror, trying hard to straighten his chest and raise his chin, imitating his father's usual calm and arrogant demeanor, and constantly making adjustments in front of the mirror.

In this way, after practicing for a while, Draco finally looked at himself in the mirror and nodded gently, showing a satisfied smile.

Immediately, he stretched out his hand again, bowed slightly to the mirror and said

"Hello, Mr. Charlie Brack! Please allow me to call you uncle, I am... no, that's not right..."

He stopped, looked at himself in the mirror, and frowned.

Then I tried another method.

"Hello! My dear uncle - I am your nephew, Draco of the Malfoy family... I am honored that you can... Tsk, it shouldn't feel like this."

"Ah!! The leader of the Black family! The former outstanding prefect of Slytherin House! The wizard who was hailed as a genius by Dumbledore - Charlie Black, my respected uncle!!..."

Draco raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror, feeling that his emotional expression was getting better and better, and he couldn't help but raise his voice a few decibels.

"Draco!!! What are you doing!"

However, before he could continue to express his emotions, Lucius yelled from downstairs, which immediately broke his skills and he was frightened back in an instant.

The calm and confident smile on his face suddenly shrank. His high chest also retracted.

"Sorry, father!"

Draco hurried to the door in a bit of embarrassment, and hurriedly said sorry to Lucius outside through the door.

"Okay Draco, don't be so nervous. Your uncle is not that scary. In fact, he was very similar to you when he was a child. He was just an ordinary child..."

Outside the door, Narcissa's voice came in at the right time, and Draco couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Compared to Lucius's harshness, his mother was always gentler.

"I know, mother..."

Draco returned to the mirror, turned around, and carefully inspected his clothes again.

And in my heart, the faint expectation was getting higher and higher with the impending arrival of the uncle I had never met before.