Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

In Malfoy Mansion, when the minute hand of the big clock was about to point to twelve, the family of three was already fully prepared.

The clothes are even more decent and appropriate. They are not as extravagant and gorgeous as those attending other nobles' formal dinners, but they can reflect the importance they attach to this family banquet through exquisite details and styles.

Even if you let the most picky etiquette officer look at it, you probably won't be able to find anything wrong with it.

Draco was now dressed as delicately as a porcelain doll, and his flawless skin looked a bit whiter than before. His face was red, and his eyes were shining as brightly as stars.

The little hands held by Lucius and Narcissa were slightly sweaty, and even his breathing was a little short. He was completely gone from the calmness and arrogance he had in school, and completely changed into what a child should look like.

But these reactions are normal. After all, in his heart, this trip to his uncle's factory is more symbolic than formal, representing his uncle's approval.

You have to know, how many people in the entire magical world have been to that mysterious candy factory? Among those people who can be counted with two hands, how many are little wizards like him - I'm afraid he is the only one.

!

At this point, Draco can draw the final conclusion. Among my peers, I am the only young wizard recognized by my uncle! The only one in the entire British wizarding world, and even the world's wizarding community!

!

Every time he thought of this, the smile on Draco's face would become brighter, and his swan-like attitude would become straighter and straighter.

This is probably a common problem that children cannot escape. No matter how smart and mature you are, at this special age, the secondary disease will find you silently and leave you with a legacy that only you can think about in the future.

, you will have such wonderful memories of picking your feet from shame...

As if noticing the change in her son's mood, Narcissa tilted her head slightly and glanced downward.

Suddenly, she discovered something, bowed down, and asked in a low voice

"Draco, where did you get your foundation??"

………

Lucius was in a state of confusion at this moment. Although he looked the same as usual on the surface, his eyes were still blank, his thin lips were tightly closed, and his chin was slightly raised. From the inside out, he revealed a sense of arrogance unique to the old aristocrats.

and momentum.

However, in fact, if Draco had not been disturbed by such excitement and expectation, he could clearly feel that beads of sweat were faintly oozing out from his father's palms.

“Ding Dong!

!”

Finally, as the pointer moved, it landed firmly on the top "twelve", and the bell symbolizing departure was immediately remembered, stirring in this spacious mansion, and echoing again and again.

to disappear.

"Okay, it's time."

Lucius' Adam's apple rolled up and down, and then he spoke, as if he was speaking to Narcissa and Draco, but also as if he was speaking to himself.

After all, in the hearts of the other two people present, the meaning of this family dinner is different.

One thinks it is "uncle's recognition of himself", the other understands it as "brother's longing for his sister"...

Only Lucius knew that Charlie's real purpose of this banquet was to give the Malfoy family a chance to take sides.

Voldemort, or Charlie Black.

At this party, Charlie clearly put this choice in front of Lucius.

Although in the car that day, Lucius was so angry under the influence of alcohol because of Voldemort's actions that he agreed to Charlie's invitation.

But after he returned home and calmed down, reason took over his brain again, and what followed was great fear and fear.

You know, that's Voldemort!

The Dark Lord who once swept the entire British wizarding world.

Perhaps to other wizards in the magical world, this name only represents the deepest fear and fear in their hearts, turned into an abstract concept that is too vague to describe.

But as Voldemort's former right-hand man and someone who had been serving him for more than ten years, Lucius had a very clear understanding of his strength.

However, the more he knew about it, the more he became afraid. Even though he knew that Charlie Black was a genius beyond reproach, in the end he was still too young... Lucius's heart was filled with questions about whether he could fight to the death with Voldemort in his prime.

It's doubtful.

Not to mention the crazy Death Eaters under his command who worshiped him so much that they regarded him as their faith... just thinking about it would make people suffocate.

Even now, Lucius still firmly believes that if Voldemort had not been killed by the curse cast on Harry Potter because of his carelessness, then the entire British wizarding world, and even the world, would definitely have fallen into his hands.

, he built it into an imaginary paradise for pure blood...

Just when Lucius's mind was full of thoughts, like a lake of waste, Draco tugged on his hand, jolting him out of his thoughts and back to reality.

"Father, should we go?"

With a smile that couldn't be concealed, Draco looked at him nervously and expectantly, and asked in a low voice.

For some reason, when he saw Draco's smiling face, the fear and anxiety that were entangled in Lucius's heart a second ago suddenly disappeared in this second.

"Um……"

After about two or three seconds of silence, he held Draco's hand tighter. Then a surge of power emerged from his eyes.

This is something that the Malfoy family has never lacked - "family affection"

"Let's go."

Lucius took a deep breath, and after that, he and Narcissa pulled Draco and strode into the fireplace together.

As the floo powder in their hands fell into the air with a "Peng!" sound, it ignited into flames, and the three of them chanted in unison.

"Charlie Black Candy Factory!"

The next second, the flames rose and swept across the entire fireplace in an instant, completely engulfing the three figures and disappearing in place.

………………………………

Just after they left, in the kitchen of the mansion, Dobby, still wearing the dirty pillowcase, walked into the front hall with his head hanging down.

Its gaze fell on the fireplace. It looked at the sparks rising and flying mixed with the ashes, but its nose couldn't help but twitch.

"The master has gone to Mr. Charlie Black's factory... leaving Dobby alone at home."

"Dobby also wants to find Mr. Black... Perhaps Mr. Black can convince the master to let Dobby be free?"

………

…

Just like that, in the huge mansion, Dobby was the only one chattering.

However, placed next to the magnificent decoration and warm and bright lights, it seemed so out of place.

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