Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

The next day, in the guest room of Malfoy Manor.

With an unconscious groan, Charlie slowly opened his eyes from the comfortable big bed.

The unfamiliar ceiling, the unfamiliar big bed, and even the light reflected through the gaps in the curtains were dimmer than those in my office.

After lying on the bed and being stunned for a while, Charlie finally recovered his thoughts from the initial haziness. He remembered that he was not in the factory now, but at Malfoy's manor.

"Maybe I can also consider adding such a bed to my office. After all, sleeping on a chair all the time is definitely not a good idea."

He stretched out his hand and touched the soft and fluffy big bed under him, and for a moment he didn't want to get up from it.

I have to say that this sleep was probably the best sleep he had ever had since graduating from Hogwarts.

My neck rested on a pillow stuffed with unknown feathers, as if it was being held up by an invisible hand. After a whole night, I no longer felt as stiff and sore as before.

Not to mention the spine, lying on the soft and fluffy mattress, feeling the slight depression, as if his back was tightly wrapped in it, made Charlie almost shed tears on the spot, and wanted to go directly to Narcissa and

Lucius took the bed back to his factory.

After a while, Charlie, who was reluctant to leave, finally made the move to get up.

He turned over, half-supported his upper body with his elbows, and began to look at everything in the room.

He saw his clothes first.

After entering the room last night, Charlie was so exhausted that he didn't care about anything else. After taking off his clothes hastily, he threw himself on the bed.

At this moment, the clothes were thrown messily on a chair.

The ring originally worn on the finger was placed safely beside the bedside table. However, after leaving his hand, the light on it dimmed again, and it still looked like there was nothing special about it.

I yawned again, cheering up my spirits again.

Instead of staying in bed any longer, Charlie first took the ring back to his hand from the bedside.

Then one of them opened the quilt, got out of bed, and stepped on the soft carpet with complicated patterns in the room.

Then he walked to the chair, gently shook the wrinkles on it, and then dressed everything neatly again.

He opened the door and walked down the stairs to the second floor. Lucius was sitting at the long table where they had dinner last night, drinking coffee and reading the latest issue of the newspaper in his hand.

"Daily Prophet"

As if he heard the movement on the stairs, the coffee cup he had just handed to his mouth paused.

He put down the coffee cup, moved his eyes away from the newspaper, and fell on Charlie, who was fully dressed and restored to his usual posture.

"Good morning...Charlie, how did you sleep last night?"

Lucius smiled reluctantly and stiffly, then opened his mouth and nodded to Charlie to say hello.

But this doesn't require too much from Lucius, because a smile, a way of expressing friendliness, has basically lost its use in life for Lucius.

With his status, even when facing Fudge, he only needed to bow and nod slightly to show respect.

Except for Charlie, he rarely made a "laughing" expression when getting along with Narcissa.

"Good morning, Lucius."

As Charlie walked down, he casually greeted Lucius.

When he came to the long table and sat down in a seat not far from Lucius, he continued.

"Last night was probably the best sleep I've had in a long time."

As he spoke, he seemed to notice something. He turned his head and looked at the clock on the wall, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"It's already this time..."

After saying that, he turned his head again, looked at Lucius who had put down the Daily Prophet, and asked with a smile.

"I thought the Ministry of Magic had already started working at this time."

"Well..." Lucius took a sip of coffee and glanced at Charlie calmly.

It seemed that he had finally determined the other party's attitude, and his sensitive heart was relieved again.

Then he replied with a smile

"If it is a general department, it is indeed the time to work. But my work is relatively free, and there are not many things worthy of special attention, so I can go there later."

"I see..." Charlie nodded.

At this time, Narcissa seemed to have heard the noise outside. Narcissa slowly walked out from the kitchen and said with a smile.

"Glad to see you slept well."

As she spoke, she waved the wand in her hand.

A cup of coffee slowly flew out of the kitchen and landed in front of Charlie.

"Come on, have a taste. I just made the coffee... Although I usually don't like to add milk or sugar to it. But if you want, you can tell me."

When Narcissa faced her biological brother, whom she had not seen for many years, her behavior was completely different from her usual behavior.

Even after listening to her words, even Lucius couldn't help but have a flash of surprise in his eyes.

"No, I don't like milk and sugar cubes either."

Charlie shook his head, stretched out his hand and pressed it against the wall of the cup - the temperature was just right.

He picked up the coffee and took a careful sip.

"How does it taste?" Narcissa asked.

At this moment, she actually felt a little uneasy in her heart.

You know, things like making coffee and preparing breakfast are usually done by Dobby as a house elf.

Because Dobby was given a big day off yesterday, he had to do this kind of thing himself at this moment.

As for why there is only coffee but no breakfast?

In fact, Narcissa also tried to make fried eggs and toast. But... there was a small problem - the fried eggs and toast were all burnt black.

So he didn't bring it out, but just took out the coffee.

No matter what Charlie did, Lucius, who was drinking coffee, had already made up his mind.

After finishing this cup of coffee, I will go to the Ministry of Magic. By the way, I will find a nice small shop on the way to solve my breakfast...

Taking a sip of coffee slowly, Charlie narrowed his eyes slightly and tasted the taste carefully.

"Something weird..."

This was his first thought.

It's not even as delicious as Russell's.

There are also some large hard residues inside, I don’t know if they are coffee beans or other things, which can cause some throat irritation.

Even so, when he put down the cup and looked at Narcissa's serious eyes, he still swallowed his original feelings back into his stomach along the coffee, and then said with a smile.

“It tastes great.”