Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

After the two left, everything in Azkaban's prison returned to how it was at the beginning.

Silent, cold, and so depressing that no trace of color can be seen.

The Dementors who had been scared away by Charlie returned to their original posts in anxiety.

After it was confirmed that the terrifying guy had disappeared, a bit of relief that he had never felt before finally emerged from his chaotic thoughts...

Still huddled in the corner of the prison, Sirius silently leaned against the moss-covered wall behind him, staring directly at the bag of candies placed on the ground by Charlie, and was lost in thought for a while... After a long time, he staggered

He stood up, his steps staggering as he had not moved for a long time, and bit by bit he moved to the iron fence, stretched out his hand, and slowly picked it up.

Caressing this brilliant color that he had not seen for an unknown amount of time, Sirius felt a sense of clarity in his heart, allowing him to feel a bit of joy and comfort when he closed his eyes.

"Charlie's Candy Factory, manufactured...at..."

He did it on the spot again, rubbing the upward raised marks on the wrapping paper. With the faint light in Azkaban, he murmured, but the strength in his hand could not help but tighten a little more.

.

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After completing this prison visit and leaving the front post, Charlie and Scrimgeour said a simple and polite goodbye, then parted ways and left.

In the Office of the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge was sitting behind his desk, stirring the black tea in his hand, with a kind face, quietly listening to what Scrimgeour was reporting...

It wasn't until Scrimgeour finished telling all the details about what happened in Azkaban that he put the tea cup down and said with a smile.

"So Charlie Black just gave you a bag of candy...and then left without saying anything?"

"Yes, just like I said."

Scrimgeour nodded, took the bag of candy in his hand, looked at it carefully for a moment, and then continued slowly.

"It's just that I didn't expect him to give me a bag of candies... Do you think this has any profound meaning?"

However, facing the doubts raised by the other party, Fudge smiled a little more happily, shrugged casually, shook his head, and said with an indifferent attitude

"What deep meaning can this have... Oh my God, Scrimgeour, I'm not telling you, I think you think too much. Charlie is a good person..."

After saying this, Fudge paused for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth raised a bit, as if he thought of something pleasant.

"...a nice rich man. Maybe he just wants to make friends with you, nothing more."

"That's true."

After listening to Fudge's words, Scrimgeour did not refute. After lowering his head and looking at the candy in his hand for a few times, he seemed to agree with the remarks. He nodded slightly and responded with an uncertain response.

After saying that, he raised his head, put the candy back into the pocket of his windbreaker, and then asked

"So, Minister Fudge, is there anything else? If not, I will go back first."

"Of course, thanks, Scrimgeour, you can go back."

Fudge didn't mean to refuse, and nodded happily, agreed to what the other party said, and waved casually, as if to say goodbye.

However, just as Scrimgeour turned around and walked to the door, opened it and was about to leave, his voice suddenly sounded from behind, stopping him again.

"Wait... Scrimgeour..."

Scrimgeour sighed calmly, and there was a bit of impatience on Scrimgeour's face. He showed that look without hesitation, and then looked at the fat guy behind the desk again and asked

"What's wrong?"

"I suggest you finish the toffee and violet candies inside as soon as possible. They will taste better if you eat them earlier than if you leave them overnight."

"…………"

Scrimgeour twitched the thick beard under his nose twice, said nothing, just nodded symbolically, and left without looking back.

With the sound of "Peng", the door of the minister's office was closed. Fudge closed his eyes and lay leisurely on the back of the seat, swaying swaying and sighing to himself.

"It's really good. Charlie Black's candies... are so delicious and unforgettable. It's really amazing."

As he spoke, he licked his dry lips, opened his narrowed eyes, and glanced at a square box on the shelf not far away - some hot-selling candies that Charlie gave him at that time, and

There is nothing too valuable, it should be regarded as a small gift to solidify friendship in private.

At first, Fudge didn't take it seriously. After politely accepting it, he kept it there and never looked at it again.

Until one time, when I was doing work, I suddenly thought of it, and then I took one and put it in my mouth... but I never thought that it would get out of hand from then on, making Kang, who didn't like eating candy very much at first,

Nellie Fudge became obsessed with this unique and magical taste.

Nowadays, only half of the originally full box of candies has been eaten. If it weren't for the doctor at St. Mungo's Hospital who told him that if he wanted to live longer, he should eat less sweets, then those candies that Charlie sent

I'm afraid it has already disappeared.

"Take another one...it shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Fudge knocked on the armrest of the seat and muttered hesitantly in a low voice. In his mind, he couldn't help but recall the wind-sniffing violet candy he had eaten yesterday...

"Okay, take one, just one."

The idea was a little more solid, and he seemed to have made up his mind. He slowly stood up from his desk, and with a rather eager pace, he quickly came to the wooden elevated shelf beside the wall, and slowly walked towards the box.

Stretched out his fat palm...

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"Master Scrimgeour."

"Good afternoon, Director Scrimgeour."

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Walking on the second floor of the Ministry of Magic, in the corridor leading to the office, the area here is divided into many small cubicles, and each Auror has a place to work.

They covered the walls of their cubicle with things, from portraits of wanted dark wizards, to photos of their families, to posters of their favorite Quidditch team, and clippings from the Daily Prophet.

The articles are diverse and all-encompassing.

When they saw Scrimgeour walking by, every Auror respectfully sent greetings to express their admiration and respect for this Auror legend.

Facing the greetings from his subordinates, Scrimgeour's expression remained unchanged and he looked forward. He just nodded his head slightly in a symbolic manner and said nothing else.

Taking long strides and walking as gracefully as the wind, he left towards the office.

After returning to his office, he took out the bag of candies again and placed it on the table. After looking at it silently for a moment, he carefully tore a hole in the wrapping paper...

"Wow!"

As the package was opened, the candies filled with candy seemed to have found an outlet, and they tilted out immediately, scattering randomly on the table. They were crystal clear, with different colors, and so beautiful that people couldn't bear to put them in their mouths.

Scrimgeour raised his eyebrows. As a person who doesn't like too sweet taste, in fact, he also maintains an indifferent attitude towards all kinds of candies, so he didn't use the candies that Charlie gave him.

As a suitable gift, I immediately wondered if it had any profound meaning.

However, at this moment, when seeing these wonderful candies, Scrimgeour had to admit that it was not unreasonable for people to like Charlie brand candies to such a crazy extent... Sure enough, Charlie Black is a genius.

When he comes off the battlefield and no longer pursues the heads of Death Eaters, there is still room for his genius to be used...

After thinking about it, he sat back on the office chair. Scrimgeour sighed, rubbed his slightly sour temples, then slowly reached out and picked up one of the most beautiful purple candies from the table.

Without thinking, he threw it into his mouth.

…

"boom!!!"

Outside the door, in the Auror's work area, a loud bang from the office alerted all the Aurors who were performing their duties.

These most well-trained wizards in the British wizarding world pulled out their wands almost immediately, and then rushed towards the door of Scrimgeour's office en masse.

"Sir!! What happened! Sir!?"

"Are you okay!?"

"Get ready to break down the door!!"

There was a soft sound of "Pop!". Not only did one of the Aurors break the door lock, but as the door slowly opened, in full view, Scrimgeour was standing in front of the desk, holding a wand and pointing at

The carpet not far away continued to cast spells...

His wand was still emitting curls of white smoke, and a large black burn mark appeared on the carpet, as if he had experienced some horrific disaster.

The serious expression on Scrimgeour's face became shocked... He stared at the mark intently. After a long time, he finally came to his senses, his expression relaxed, and he took a deep breath.

Then he waved his hands to the nervous subordinates who were crowded at the door and answered like this

"Don't worry, I'm fine, I just did a small experiment..."

After saying that, he suddenly seemed to have thought of something, his brows furrowed, and he scanned everyone with a scrutinizing gaze.

"...Who blew open the door to my office just now?"

As soon as these words came out, the Aurors who were still gathered together dispersed in the blink of an eye. They all ran back to their seats, pretending not to know anything, and continued to finish the task at hand seriously.

Work.

"call………"

Scrimgeour didn't pay attention to them anymore. After closing the door again, his expression changed again and again, extremely complicated.

Looking at the remaining candies on the table, I didn't know how to react for a moment.

To be honest, the taste of sugar is indeed good, and it deserves crazy praise, but for a person who has no taste for sweets, it is just like this, and cannot give him any more reaction... What really shocked Scrimgeour was

The wonderful power that the candy brings after entering your mouth.

That is definitely not an illusion!! As an Auror who is proficient in magic, his perception ability is much higher than that of ordinary wizards. Perhaps in the eyes of other people, this kind of candy just tastes cooler. In addition to being delicious,

Apart from that, I didn't feel anything else. Scrimgeour actually felt the extraordinary magical meaning.

And this was why he was eager to pick up the wand and try it on the carpet just now.

"Is this what you mean, Charlie..." Scrimgeour murmured to himself, but various reveries began to arise in his heart.

If this sugar can give him such a wonderful boost...then what about the rest?

Scrimgeour took advantage of the situation and picked up a licorice stick that was broken into several pieces... After looking at it, he threw it directly into his mouth and began to feel the mysterious power in it.

The result was naturally not what he imagined... It wasn't until Scrimgeour ate one of every kind of candy in the bag that he finally confirmed that the only candy that could carry that wonderful magic was purple.

The one...

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"You're back, Mr. Black."

When Charlie's car drove into the courtyard of the factory, the person who appeared in front of him was not Russell, but Drew, who was wearing a cane and a kind smile on his face.

"Good afternoon, Grandpa Drew."

Charlie said hello, then looked around and asked a little strangely

"Where's Russell? What did he do again?"

Dulu stroked his beard, which was about to drag to the ground, and said with a smile.

"He was leading the other elves to prepare Christmas candies and was very busy...and I, an old guy, couldn't help much with this kind of thing, so I tried my best to do what I could to help.

He comes to obey your instructions and orders."

Hearing this, Charlie nodded clearly and said nothing else. While chatting with Drew about things in the factory for a long time, they walked towards the factory together.

Just as he was talking, suddenly, a cloaked figure sprang out from the side and headed straight towards the two of them.

In a flash of lightning, with almost an instinctive reaction, Dulu flew into murderous aura, raised his elderberry cane, and struck the suddenly attacking guy with a speed that was almost beyond his age.

The crutch cut through the air and made a loud neighing sound. However, at the moment when it was about to hit, a voice came from the cloak, causing Duru to stop the crutch abruptly in mid-air, only a few centimeters away from the opponent's head.

"It's...it's me, Mr. Black, Grandpa Duru, I'm Peng Peng."

It seemed that he was frightened by Dulu's harsh methods, and Peng Peng's voice became stuttering.

Under the shadow of the hood, his eyelids trembled slightly. Looking at the head of the staff that had just been enlarged in his sight, he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva...

He knew that he was almost likely to have his skull cracked and his brains splattered out...

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