Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

Chapter 235 No one knows how much he ate

The next day, as usual, after handing over all the specific matters of the factory to Russell, Charlie took the luggage specially prepared for him and set off on his journey to Paris.

Before leaving the British wizarding world, Charlie went to Hogwarts again to meet with Principal Dumbledore. Only this time, Dumbledore was serving as a substitute teacher to teach the first-year wizards about dark magic.

Defense class, so the two of them did not talk in the office like they used to. Instead, it was like they were back when he was still in school at Hogwarts, strolling in the corridor and talking without a word.

With.

"Take this."

The two of them walked down the stairs and walked through the little wizards who were rushing to class one after another. Suddenly, Dumbledore seemed to have thought of something. He picked up his thick lesson plan, rummaged through it, and pulled out a piece of it.

The inconspicuous and crumpled little note was handed to Charlie.

"This is..." Charlie raised his eyebrows, and after taking it, he looked at it curiously.

There was no magic fluctuation on the note. Just as it appeared, it was an ordinary piece of paper. On top of it, an address was casually written with ink strokes:

“51 rue Montmorency, 3rd arrondissement, Paris, France”

Looking at the ink marks on it that have not yet dried completely, it seems that Dumbledore probably just wrote it in his office not long ago.

Dumbledore explained with a smile, "Nicolas Flamel is the most trouble-free person in the world, so he rarely gives out his address unless necessary."

Charlie understood, and then showed a smile, "It seems that I am a lucky man."

"Who says it isn't?"

Dumbledore also blinked his eyes mischievously like a child and laughed.

"By the way, I've actually been meaning to ask you since just now."

Just when Charlie carefully folded the note less than half the size of a palm and put it into his clothes, Dumbledore suddenly paused, turned his head, and looked at it with curious and inquiring eyes.

Charlie next to him looked up and down.

"What?" Charlie responded

"Why didn't you wear the windbreaker you always wore today? Instead, you changed into such a... strange dress." Dumbledore said, raising his hand and gently touching the strange surface of Charlie's down jacket. Feeling

I couldn't help but feel strange about the feel of this fabric, which was not like ordinary textile fabrics.

"How about this Christmas gift from my general agent in the Muggle world? Isn't it great?"

"Very interesting." Dumbledore agreed and expressed his admiration. Unlike ordinary antiques of this age, Dumbledore could show 120% curiosity and tolerance towards anything he had never been exposed to before.

In this regard, he is very similar to his younger brother, Aberforth.

Just when Dumbledore was planning to chat with Charlie for a while longer about this novel down jacket, suddenly, two familiar voices came from behind them.

"Mr. Black!"

"uncle!"

The two people who heard the sound stopped and subconsciously looked back, only to see Draco and Harry trotting together with excitement on their faces, standing one meter in front of Charlie.

.

Behind the two of them, Hermione sighed helplessly and paced behind them slowly. After seeing Dumbledore and Charlie turn around, she bowed politely.

He signaled and greeted the two of them.

"Mr. Black, Headmaster Dumbledore, good morning."

"Good morning to you, Miss Granger."

While Charlie and Dumbledore responded with a smile, he opened his hands and rubbed Harry and Draco's heads as usual.

Then he lowered his head, looked at Harry who was full of joy, and asked warmly: "How was your Christmas? Do you like the Christmas gift I gave you?"

Harry nodded hurriedly, and at the same time, the expression on his face became more excited.

"Yeah! I like it very much! That broom is great! After I ride on it, even Trins, the seeker of the Slytherin school team, can't easily catch up with me."

"Well, great! I'm glad to see you like it."

Charlie also laughed, and after giving him a look full of encouragement and affirmation, he said this.

"Do you like Quidditch?"

"I like it very much!" Harry said firmly without even hesitating.

Even Draco, who was beside him, did not hide the admiration in his eyes for his friend's talent in this negative side, and added with emotion.

"Harry is the most amazing Quidditch genius I have ever seen. Especially when he is on the field, his movements are as fast as lightning. No one in the group of Quidditch players thought that a first-year student could be like this."

So awesome......"

As if thinking of something, Charlie raised his eyebrows inexplicably, turned his head, and looked in the direction of Dumbledore.

Dumbledore looked back at him with a smile, and his lips under his thick beard moved slightly. Although no sound came out, Charlie could vaguely guess from the shape of his mouth that the other person was saying, "She's very similar to his father, right?"

After curling his lips and giving his old principal a noncommittal expression, Charlie turned his head again and patted Harry on the shoulder hard: "Well done, kid!"

As he was talking, Dumbledore suddenly seemed to notice something and suddenly said:

"Where's the little Weasley who's usually with you guys? Why isn't he here today?"

After hearing this, Charlie suddenly realized that Arthur's son, Ron Weasley, was not among the few people at this moment.

"Oh, Ron..."

The three of them looked at each other with a somewhat strange look in their eyes. After a while, Hermione opened her mouth to explain the whole story.

"Ron ate too many sweets yesterday and got a stomachache. He is now in the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey just fed him three large bowls of disgusting potions."

Listening to Hermione's words, before Charlie said anything, Dumbledore was the first to laugh.

"Hahahahaha..." As he laughed, his thick and snow-white beard trembled as if it had a life of its own.

After laughing for a while, he said with an inexplicable certainty, "There must be other reasons that caused him to have a stomachache. As we all know, you can't get sick just by eating candy."

"Didn't you notice that the vending machines from No. 6 to No. 13 today were not replenished?"

As soon as he said this, Dumbledore's expression changed from the initial determination to shock and disbelief: "How much did he eat?"

Draco shook his head seriously, "No one, no one knows how much he ate."

(End of chapter)