Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

At the dining table, the atmosphere was in full swing. As a wizard band took a stand on the stage at the front of the restaurant, beautiful and somewhat peculiar music also sounded. The soothing and graceful notes matched the changes in the lights.

It reached the ears of every guest. They had happy expressions on their faces, and they nodded cooperatively from time to time, or whispered something to the people next to them, causing each other to look at each other and smile in a tacit understanding.

"It's really good. I like this piece of music."

Nuckl's straight shoulders gradually relaxed. He picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth. Looking at the young wizard and witch on the stage, the tense state in his heart could not help but relax a lot, making him look forward to it.

He fell back and leaned on the back of the seat.

"You know what? Mr. Black, today is probably the happiest night I have had in years."

He turned his head and glanced at Charlie, whose eyes were also twinkling. He was enjoying the performance while tapping his palms together and subconsciously playing the rhythm. It seemed like a joke, but he said it very sincerely.

“Delicious food, great music, calm atmosphere...it’s all good, Knuckle.”

After listening to Nuckl's words, Charlie smiled, turned his head to look at the other party, nodded, and praised softly.

"I am also very happy about this dinner. Thank you, my friend."

After saying that, the two people said nothing more. They raised the wine glasses next to each other on the dining table in a tacit understanding and collided with each other in mid-air with a crisp sound of "ding--".

After an unknown amount of time, the music gradually came to an end. After the last note came out, the wizards and witches put down their instruments at the same time and bowed deeply to the audience.

There was a burst of warm applause. The red wine braised chicken that had just been eaten was removed, and the cream of mushroom soup was served again in front of the three of them.

Seeing that the contrast was almost complete, after hesitating for a while, Nuckl finally chose to open his mouth and bring the topic to his main purpose of entertaining Charlie this time.

"Mr. Black..." He slowly raised his head, put down the spoon in his hand, looked at Charlie Black in front of him, and greeted softly.

"Huh?" Charlie responded, turning his attention back to Nuckl. He didn't say anything more, but raised his eyebrows slightly, waiting for what the other party would say next.

Nuckl still had his usual smile on his face, and he casually talked to Charlie in a casual tone, as if he had a sudden thought.

"In fact, it may be because I'm really old...I have recently lost the enthusiasm I had in handling work back then."

"Normal." Charlie nodded, with a hint of approval in his words, as if he was reminded of his own state after listening to Nuckl's words.

Then he couldn't help but sigh, picked up the wine glass, and gently swayed the unfinished red wine in it, and his posture became a little weaker. "Like I said... time will always change people unconsciously."

Become slack. Even for me, most of the work requires

Leave it to the elves under you, while you are only responsible for approving important documents. Not to mention you who are about to turn fifty? I still said what I said not long ago...learn to rest early and put your

Put down the work and leave it to little Sanchez."

"Yes, it's just like you said." Nakor's smile deepened a bit. As he spoke, he turned his head and took a deep look at the people beside him who had just started.

Gao Biqi Sanchez kept her head down, pretending to be like air and never said anything.

It seemed that he felt the meaning in his father's eyes, and seemed to understand the direction in which the atmosphere of this dinner was going to go. Little Sanchez squinted his eyes and quietly looked at the vague blur in the soup bowl in front of him.

The reflected figure's expression looked like that of a doll, stiff and with an unconcealable powerlessness.

The other self in the soup bowl made him feel a little irritated. Finally, little Sanchez took a deep breath and suddenly stood up from his seat.

His actions caught the eyes of Charlie and Nuckl, causing them to stop what they were saying and turn to look at the tall and upright figure.

With a height of 1.9 meters and a broad frame, he completely inherited the excellent genes of his father, Nacquel Sanchez. When he huddled his shoulders and hunched his waist, nothing could be seen. However, when he really relaxed

After unfolding it, the majestic existence was within sight, and Charlie suddenly realized this.

Little Sanchez's eyes flickered and his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but after a moment, he just said, "I'm full, father, Mr. Black." After saying that, he bowed to Charlie sincerely.

Bowed, left his seat, and walked out of the restaurant without looking back...

Only Charlie and Nuckel were left looking at his back, with inexplicable expressions in their eyes.

…………

"What's going on?!"

However, at the same time that little Sanchez left, in the back kitchen of the restaurant, a man in his thirties with brown shoulder-length curly hair and luxurious and noble clothes stood in the center with a bad look on his face and scolded him coldly.

The originally noisy and busy chefs also stopped what they were doing for a moment, and stood in front of the man carefully and constrainedly, with their heads lowered, not daring to meet his eyes at all.

The man held a white porcelain plate in his hand, and the food inside was clearly the Belgian salad that had been served to Charlie and Nuckl not long ago.

The man looked around and saw that no one answered his question, so he walked up to a bald chef wearing glasses and about forty years old.

As if sensing that he had stopped in front of her, the chef with his head lowered lowered his head lower and swallowed a mouthful of saliva as his Adam's apple trembled up and down.

"Did you make this salad?"

Finally, the man spoke

"Yes...yes, Mr. Idel."

The chef raised his head with difficulty and stuttered in response.

Yes, the man in front of me is the owner of this restaurant, Duterdam Idel.

Listening to the chef's answer, the expression on Idel's face became increasingly angry.

"Crack, crack!" With a sound, Idel's hand that was holding the plate suddenly let go, causing the white porcelain plate and the Belgian salad in it to turn into powder with a crisp sound.

"So...you're going to feed our restaurant guests this rotten shit-like stuff?"

As he spoke, he waved his hand...and then suddenly grabbed the chef's collar, forced him to his eyes, and questioned him word by word.

"I think I have told all of you... the people who come here to eat, without exception, are the most distinguished and prestigious guests in the entire French magical world - this also means that those who serve them

The level must be the highest level in France... no! Even in the world."

After saying that, he let go of the chef's collar, and then suddenly raised his foot, trampling on the Belgian salad that had been scattered all over the floor, until it was crushed into a puddle of pulp, and then he finally gave up.

He took a deep breath and continued

"And now...you actually use this kind of thing to fool me and our customers!?"

At this moment, Na Ming's lips had already turned white. It seemed that he had never seen his boss so angry. His legs could not help but tremble. He looked at Idel with a pleading face and whispered for himself.

argued

"Dear Mr. Idel... I haven't been in a good state these past two days. You know, there are too many things going on. I..."

"Those are all excuses."

However, before he could finish his words, Idel blocked him again.

His expression suddenly lost the anger and excitement just now, and became cold and terrifying. He looked at the other person blankly and slowly shook his head.

"I will go out in person later to express my apologies to our guests. As for you... you have no chance."