Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

Just four words blurted out, but they caused waves in Draco's heart.

After Lucius handed the needle back to his hand, Draco took it.

He paused and couldn't help but raise his head. It seemed that for the first time in his life, he puffed up his chest and looked at his father like this...

"Thank you...thank you, father."

He opened his mouth and finally muttered a few words.

The voice was so pitifully low that even Narcissa, who was sitting on the sofa not far away and looking towards them, never heard it.

However, Charlie standing at the door couldn't help laughing...

He subconsciously touched his nose with his hand, leaned against the door and took a deep breath.

Lucius lowered his eyes, as if getting to know his son again, and looked him up and down.

But this time, facing Lucius's gaze, Draco seemed particularly calm.

He did not lower his head or retreat subconsciously, but looked directly at Lucius with clear eyes.

"snort……"

After a while, Lucius withdrew his gaze, snorted noncommittally, and then slowly said:

"Go to eat..."

Then, dinner begins...

Dinner was unavoidable, and it was still Narcissa's work... It can't be said that it was unpalatable. After all, simply frying a steak and adding some mashed potatoes didn't require good basic cooking skills.

But I have to say that Narcissa may be a different kind of genius...

Charlie looked at a ball of colorful paste in the spoon, mashed potatoes that he couldn't recognize at all, and his eyelids couldn't help but tremble.

He was sure...the other party must have added something strange into it.

At least it's definitely not green peppers or carrots.

The only thing Charlie could be sure of in this mashed potato dish was potatoes.

However, when he turned his head, something surprising happened to him. Draco, who was sitting next to him, was eating particularly sweetly at this moment.

Draco put the mashed potatoes into his mouth one bite at a time, and then cut the steak on the plate with a knife.

Although it was probably not an easy task for an eleven-year-old child to cut such meat steaks that could kill someone, he still kept his composure, completely breaking it down bit by bit, and then swallowed it in big gulps.

It looks very delicious.

Even Narcissa, who was sitting opposite, couldn't help but be filled with surprise when she saw this scene.

"Maybe I'm too tired from practicing today..."

Charlie couldn't help but think about it.

After looking at Draco for a while, he returned his gaze to the food in front of him.

I don't know if it was due to Draco's influence, but looking at these slightly weird food dishes, Charlie, who had no idea where to start, couldn't help but feel a little hungry.

So without hesitation, he also picked up the knife and fork in front of him and began to concentrate on filling his stomach.

Charlie enjoyed this meal very happily. It was even more enjoyable than the rich dinner he had just arrived here yesterday.

Not because of the food, but because of Draco and Lucius...

In this proud family that insisted too much on pure blood, he unexpectedly saw something that was not pure blood... For Charlie, this was extremely interesting.

……………………

Wait until dinner is over.

Charlie, who was a little tired himself, didn't talk too much. After saying hello to the remaining three people, he returned to his guest room.

He took off his clothes. This time, he didn't throw them casually on the chair.

Instead, he hung the windbreaker back on the hanger, folded the rest neatly, and laid it flat on the stool.

Then he went into the shower room of the guest room and started cleaning up before going to bed.

………

"Wow..." The water slowly flows out from the embossed copper faucet on the bathtub.

After half of the bathtub was filled up and down, Charlie on the side slowly walked in, then carefully lay down, put his arms on the edge, and exhaled deeply.

The rising water mist wetted the hair, causing the originally golden hair to stick tightly to the head.

Charlie raised his head, quietly enjoying the process of the water wrapping around his body, feeling the fatigue on his limbs gradually dissipating with the steaming heat, and then couldn't help but close his eyes...

However, while Charlie was taking a bath, a bright light suddenly flashed in his room!

Immediately afterwards, when the light dissipated, the house elf, who had always been thin and hunched over, appeared in the center of the room.

It shrank its neck and seemed a little scared. Its huge eyes looked at everything in the room... When it was confirmed that the owner of the room was not there at the moment, it couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dobby did not see Mr. Charlie...Dobby just appeared in Mr. Charlie's room."

The house elf, Dobby, tilted his head and talked to himself.

The fingers of his two hands were intertwined with each other, proving that he was feeling uneasy and entangled at the moment.

"Dobby did not disobey his master's orders...Dobby did not disobey his master's orders..."

He muttered to himself over and over again, as if he was hypnotizing himself. Even if his subconscious was very clear, his master would definitely not allow such behavior.

"Dobby didn't meet Mr. Charlie, Dobby just... wrote a note!"

As he spoke, Dobby lowered his head and took out the notebook and pen he got from nowhere from the pillowcase wrapped around him.

Then he jumped onto the seat where Charlie used to put his clothes, not caring that the folded clothes were suddenly wrinkled.

I lay down on the table, picked up the pen and started writing and drawing.

"Then, the note written by Dobby..."

After he finished writing, Dobby decisively pulled the written note out of the notebook as he spoke, and threw it lightly on the table.

"Accidentally dropped it...and fell on Mr. Charlie's desk!"

After saying this, the rambling finally stopped.

He turned his head and glanced at the bathroom door... There was some longing in his eyes that shouldn't be there.

Then he shook his head, allowing himself to recover from this longing.

With a cruel swish, the light disappeared from the room.

Soon after, Charlie finally came out from the bathtub.

He unscrewed the bathroom door, his body was wrapped in waves of heat, and he walked out while wiping his hair.

Charlie shook his hair, squinted his eyes, and was about to go to bed and have a good sleep, when suddenly a voice came from nowhere.

“Look at the table!!”