Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

Chapter 238 An ordinary last name

Place Furstenberg in the 6th arrondissement of Paris is located in a relatively backward area, as if some magic has been used to separate it from the skyscrapers and dazzling metropolis outside. Even now, top to bottom, it still reveals

There is an ancient atmosphere from hundreds of years ago. The moment people step into this place, they can't help but feel a sense of trance and awe.

When Charlie and little Sanchez walked through the intricate, remote and hard-to-find paths and alleys and arrived here, a gust of wind blew from nowhere and quickly blew through the originally silent open space, as if giving it a

The new vitality also blew away all the snow covering the circular platform in the center of the square.

After leading Charlie to the entrance of the round platform, little Sanchez stopped. At the same time, he still did not forget the respect and humility in his tone. He lowered his head slightly and bowed again, then whispered

"Just stand there in the middle and cough, and the magic will transport you to the headquarters of the Ministry of Magic."

"Okay." Charlie nodded, and suddenly he was about to look up and down to study the four towering trees around him and the unique magic under his feet, but he saw that Gao Biqi Sanchez stopped and had no intention of coming up together.

, so he raised his eyebrows in confusion and asked, "Aren't you going with me?"

Little Sanchez quickly waved his hand and declined with a smile: "When you arrive at the lobby of the Ministry of Magic, they will have someone take you to the registration office to complete the registration. As for me... just wait here for you to come out."

"Oh well."

Charlie didn't think too much after listening to what little Sanchez said. He just thought for a moment and nodded immediately. Then he found a position on the anchor-like pillar altar in the center of the round platform. According to little Sanchez's words

, covered his mouth with his hand and coughed twice deliberately.

The next second, the rumbling sound gradually increased along with the sudden shaking. The four towering trees that had been standing still just now were all given life at this moment. The "clattering" branches knocked down the snow on them.

On the ground, they are intertwined above Charlie's head, intertwining and blocking the sky. The thick roots below are also growing from the soil, coiling and covering the entire gap of the round platform.

Charlie's eyes brightened slightly, but he was not frightened at all. Instead, he did not even blink, admiring with great interest a birdcage elevator made of vines and branches. In just a few seconds, it went from nothing to a birdcage elevator.

Appeared in front of him, and Charlie couldn't help but exclaimed "creative"

In comparison, the phone box at the British Ministry of Magic seems less thoughtful. After all, similar scenes have appeared more and more in recent movies. You never know when a Muggle will suddenly have a whim.

Thus, by accident, he got himself into the hall of the Ministry of Magic.

Just when Charlie was thinking about whether he could discuss with Fudge to sponsor a new entrance to the Ministry of Magic in a Charlie candy store when he returned to England, the elevator that had been formed according to the surrounding trees started to appear again.

Once it started moving.

Charlie felt his surroundings tremble, his body felt light, and then the scene outside the elevator suddenly became blurry.

Before he could react, when the movement disappeared, the scene outside the elevator had changed from the Furstenberg Square just now to a brightly lit, exquisite and prosperous Art Nouveau decorated hall.

Looking at the wrought iron hollow carvings on the round glass dome that reflected the sunlight like works of art, and the smooth and bright marble floor tiles with no trace of any variegated color... even he couldn't help but smack his lips.

"Does the French Ministry of Magic usually provide a lot of sponsorship?"

After looking around for a week and taking in the entire environment of the lobby, Charlie slowly walked down from the elevator. As he walked, he murmured in a low voice.

When he stepped off the elevator, a black wizard wearing a gray velvet robe quickly came up to him. After standing in front of Charlie, he took the lead in saying hello.

"Hello sir, welcome to the Ministry of Magic. How can I help you?"

"I just came from England and I'm going to register here." Charlie replied.

"Okay, I understand. Please go over there to the registration office for foreign wizards." The black wizard nodded, and then stretched out his hand to guide the direction of a corridor in the distance.

"Thank you." He didn't stay too long and after a simple thank you, Charlie strode away in the direction led by the man.

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In fact, wizards are territorial beings who rarely leave their own place to "travel far away". From ancient times to the present, even now in the late 20th century, in European areas with traditional magic inheritance, this

This habit has not changed much. Therefore, no matter which country it is, the department responsible for registration will always be the most leisurely and boring. Similarly, it also means that the staff inside are also extremely lazy...

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When Charlie followed the direction pointed by the black man, he found the registration office. After opening the door, behind the only service desk inside, a middle-aged woman with long, fluffy, wavy orange hair was taking a nap at her desk.

Not even the "squeaking" sound of the old wooden door being pushed open could wake her up in the first place.

It was Charlie who sat in front of the service desk and called her a few words softly before he reluctantly brought her back to reality from her sleep. The woman who woke up was obviously not satisfied with this move toward her sweet dream, and she opened her eyelids dissatisfiedly and looked at

He glanced forward, until he saw that the person in front of him was a handsome guy, and the resentment in his heart was reduced a little. After stretching and adjusting his sitting position, he took out a form from the piles on the side and placed it in front of him.

Youyou asked

"Name."

"Charlie Black." Charlie replied truthfully.

"Charlie Black? I seem to have heard this name somewhere before."

The floating quill kept writing and drawing on the paper, while the woman raised her eyebrows and asked casually curiously.

Charlie smiled, glanced at the middle-aged woman in front of him, shrugged his shoulders, and said nonsense

"Maybe it's a duplicate name... After all, Charlie is a very common name, and in the British wizarding world, the surname Black is also ordinary and not very rare."

The woman listened to Charlie's words, her brows furrowed slightly, as if she was thinking about something in her mind, but in a flash she relaxed her brows again, curled her lips indifferently, and replied

"That's probably it."

(End of chapter)