Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

After bidding farewell to Bellatrix Lestrange, when he arrived at the second cell under the leadership of Scrimgeour, another relative whom he "thought deeply about" finally appeared after more than ten years.

Appeared in front of him again.

However, today's Sirius is far less unruly and high-spirited than before...

When Charlie stopped at the door of the iron cell, he was huddled in the corner of the prison, just like the other prisoners he had seen before.

Black beard and hair grew and stuck together on his face, covering his originally handsome face.

There is no clarity in his eyes like before, what is left is just a lack of light with no end in sight...

"Merry Christmas...Sirius Black."

With inexplicable complexity and emotion in his heart, Charlie subconsciously put his hands into the pockets of his windbreaker, then opened his mouth and whispered the greeting he had already prepared.

Hearing the sudden sound, under the tattered prison uniform, Sirius' body, which was almost only bones, seemed to have been stimulated by some kind of stimulation and began to tremble uncontrollably.

Then, his upper body slowly turned his neck, which had been stiff for an unknown amount of time, and looked towards the direction of the sound.

For a moment, the pair of eyes that were originally as dim as the living dead began to have a different kind of waves. Complex... emotions that had not been shown for a long time gradually mixed together, and finally formed a more anxious pain.

Looking at the bright, well-dressed man in front of him who was incompatible with this dark prison, the muscles on Sirius' stiff cheeks twitched.

The expression that had been gloomy for decades finally had some different changes. Although it was still not happy, it was just a bleak smile, but it was still as if he had exhausted all his strength.

There's something indescribably awkward about it.

After a long time, with his trembling Adam's apple, he finally called out Charlie's name in a voice as thin as a mosquito.

"Charlie Black...why are you here?"

Hearing this call, Charlie couldn't help but smile with relief... The original emotion and complexity in his heart also disappeared.

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At the same time that Charlie and Sirius met, Dursley's thoughts were going on in an orderly manner in the Leaky Cauldron...

Probably because it was a Sunday, even though it was just afternoon, the bar was already extremely busy.

People held their wine glasses high wantonly, or shared the good things they brought amidst the noise.

"Hey! Friend, what... is this?"

A wizard leaned crookedly on the table, probably because he drank too much wine and his tongue began to lose control when he spoke.

He squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of the next table. Sitting there was a Muggle who had also drunk a lot.

At this moment, he was taking out a small rectangular paper box from his arms, then took out a brand new cigarette and put it in his mouth...

"Marlboro...have one?"

After hearing the wizard's question, the Muggle was not stingy. He boldly took out another cigarette from the cigarette case, handed it over with a smile, and motioned for the other party to catch it.

"Thanks!"

The wizard took the cigarette naturally, looked around first, put it into his mouth with a grin, and politely said thank you to the Muggle next to him.

Immediately afterwards, he fumbled around and found his wand, followed by two muffled sounds of "Peng, Peng".

The Marlboros in their mouths burned slowly, bringing up thin green smoke, which floated upwards and merged with other smoke on the roof...

"Wait...when you finish smoking this one, you should try mine, which has salamander legs in it..."

"Of course, of course..."

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After several months of getting along, Muggles and wizards in this bar no longer recognize the difference between them.

After all, they are just ordinary wizards, not pure-blood nobles. The so-called theory that wizards are superior to Muggles is just something for fun. After all, they all have one nose and two eyes. As long as they are right

If you have an appetite and can become friends, why bother worrying so much?

Behind the counter, as the business boomed, the smile on Old Tom's face gradually became more vivid, and even his originally stooped waist straightened up a bit.

He looked around at the smiling guests, and couldn't help but sincerely nod his head slightly.

Nearly 60% of the regular customers who visit the bar today are workers working in Charlie's Candy Factory. Probably because it is the first stop after coming to the wizarding world, this place has now become a recognized place for them to go after get off work. In any case, It is necessary to drink two glasses before you can go home satisfied...

Muggles are friendly and enthusiastic. Even if they are drunk, they will not smash or destroy things like those wizards. Instead, they will give generous tips.

It can be said that these guys, whom he has never come into contact with before, have given new life to ancient antiques with a history of hundreds of years, injecting young blood into them.

Every time he thought of this, Old Tom couldn't help but express his sincere gratitude to Mr. Charlie Black... If it weren't for his recruitment plan, the Leaky Cauldron would never be what it is today!

"Tom, hurry up! We don't have enough wine here anymore!!"

Suddenly, a sudden voice broke Old Tom's thoughts.

He turned his head and looked around, and saw that on a table in the corner of the bar, Dursley was waving his fat arm in a gesture while holding the shoulders of the young man next to him. He looked very unhappy.

"Got it, Dursley."

After responding casually, his hands began to move.

He took out a few empty glasses, filled them up in front of the barrel filled with beer, and then took them to the table where Dursley and the others were sitting before the dense white bubbles dissipated.

"The wine you want."

After placing the beer on the table and taking away the empty wine glasses, just when Tom was about to walk away, suddenly, the young man sitting next to Dursley caught his attention.

His steps paused, and his eyes that were originally drooping opened a little, and he looked at this guest he had never seen before.

The black hair, the high bridge of the nose, and the deep eyes seem to be pregnant with stars. Although there is still a drunken blush on the cheeks, you can still see a somewhat familiar temperament... It's like... It's like...

It's like Charlie Black...

At this moment, the young man was smiling wantonly, holding the wine glass tightly in his hand, and putting a small amount of beer into his mouth, while talking vaguely to several other people about something they did not understand.

"Is this your friend?"

A bit of surprise flashed through his heart. Old Tom stopped, reached out and patted Andrew who was puffing away his breath, and asked.

Andre first blew out a smoke ring, then shrugged his shoulders and replied

"I'm not familiar with him. Dursley insisted on bringing him out from the factory."

"That's it..."

Old Tom nodded thoughtfully, and without asking any further questions, he picked up the empty wine glass and silently walked back to the back of the bar. But from this moment on, his eyes were changing between intentional and unintentional

, always drifting towards that young man unconsciously.

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Peng Peng had a great time, gradually getting drunk on the cups of beer and the noisy and lively atmosphere, without any of the disdain or doubts he showed in the factory not long ago.

Even when he was having fun, he let go of his restraints and opened his hood boldly, revealing a face that did not belong to him, playing around wantonly...

"Come! Peng Peng, have another drink!"

Sitting next to him, his new friend diligently brought the newly served beer to him.

Naturally, Peng Peng didn't refuse anyone who came. He grabbed the full glass of wine without any courtesy, drank it down, and then slammed the large wine glass on the table with a "dong" sound.

A loud wine burp.

"belch……!!"

Wiping the foam from his mouth, the smile on his face became brighter and he muttered to himself.

"The bar is really a nice place. When I get back, I should talk to Mr. Black and ask him to open one in the factory..."

Hearing this, Dursley's eyes lit up a bit. Although he didn't show it on his face, privately, he couldn't help but clenched his fists in excitement!

Sure enough, just as he thought, the relationship between Peng Peng and Mr. Black is indeed very close!

Seeing that Peng Peng was having so much fun and the time had almost passed, Dursley finally decided to get down to business.

He put down the handle of the cup, which had been rubbed until it was shiny with his fingers, and took hold of Peng Peng's free hand... then his eyes became sincere.

"Peng Peng...actually, I hope you can do me a favor..."

"Um?"

The raised wine glass paused at Peng Peng's lips. His intoxicated eyes opened for a few moments, regained some clarity, and then looked at his friends beside him doubtfully.

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When Charlie walked out of Azkaban, he had a slight smile on his face.

Except for Scrimgeour, no one knows what he and his cousin said in prison, but it can be seen that the communication between the two people must be better than that with Bellatrix Rice.

Strange is much more harmonious...

At the last moment of parting, Charlie took out the second pack of Christmas candies from his arms and handed it to Sirius with his own hands. And he, with trembling lips, finally said "thank you" with difficulty.

Then he took the bag of candy that was still warm in Charlie's arms...

Listening to the gate behind him closing with a "squeaking" sound, Scrimgeour greedily sucked in the outside air with the salty smell of the sea, in order to relieve the gloom left in Azkaban.

and discomfort…

After a moment, he looked at Charlie, a bit of relief appeared on his serious face, and couldn't help but say

"This trip to visit relatives is not a pleasant experience, is it?"

"Actually it's not bad..."

Charlie shook his head and said softly while strolling seemingly casually towards the Auror who was waiting for the two of them not far away.

"After all, before coming here, I already had a rough prediction of this trip."

After listening to his words, Scrimgeour did not speak anymore, but thoughtfully stroked the thick beard under his nose, and at the same time paced to keep up with the other person.

Finally, led by the waiting Auror, the two returned to the gate of the guard post where they came from.

Suddenly, as if he thought of something, Charlie stopped.

"By the way, Director Scrimgeour..."

After hearing Charlie's call, Scrimgeour, who was thinking about it, also came to his senses and raised his head in response.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"It seems I haven't said Merry Christmas to you yet..."

Charlie said, as if by magic, he took out the third bag of candies from the pocket of his windbreaker, and then handed it to the other party.

"And mine?...Thank you, Charlie."

Scrimgeour raised his eyebrows and did not hide the surprise on his face. After taking a look at the other party, he did not choose to refuse, but took it naturally and nodded calmly to thank him.

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