Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

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"Charlie..."

"..."

"Charlie?"

"..."

"Charlie!"

Charlie woke up from the dining table, raised his head suddenly, his thoughts converged, and he returned to reality.

Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw his sister Narcissa, looking at him with a worried look on her face, holding a silver plate with food in her hand.

"Sorry, I just got distracted."

Shaking his head, Charlie stood up, carefully took the silver plate from Narcissa, placed it on the dining table, and said with a little apology.

"I've never seen you distracted before...are you thinking about something?"

Narcissa raised a nice eyebrow, looking a little surprised, and then asked.

"It's some things in the factory... You know, since the factory's business is getting bigger and bigger, there are more things to consider... After all, you have to support such a big family, so you have to be more responsible."

Narcissa couldn't help but frown after listening to her brother's words.

She opened her mouth and hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help but speak.

"You are so kind to those house elves... Maybe they are indeed a powerful force, but you should also know your identity... The heir of the dignified Black family, you are born noble, how can you be with those

Where are things called brothers?"

Charlie smiled and shook his head but did not take Narcissa's words.

In fact, Narcissa's current views also vaguely represent the views of most wizards on Charlie's founding of the candy factory.

But Charlie hasn't tried to explain anything for a long time. Because he knows exactly what he has to do.

And he was also surprised to discover a truth. That is, as long as you are strong enough, no matter how shocking the things you do are, they will eventually be accepted by the world.

Take the current Charlie Candy Factory, for example. The first thing that comes to everyone's mind when mentioning it is its candies and the huge wealth it has accumulated... As for the house elves who live in it and have free identities, they will all be talked about.

Ignored intentionally or unintentionally.

It seems that everyone has collective amnesia and does not remember that the predecessor of this candy factory was the once famous House Elves Liberation Front.

And what Narcissa said, he rarely heard from other people anymore...

"I'm going to see Draco. He's been practicing there by himself for a while."

Charlie turned his head and looked out the window at Malfoy, who was still waving his wand in the same position as yesterday. As he spoke, he moved the seat behind him and walked towards the door.

"well……"

Narcissa didn't say anything more, just sighed.

She actually knew very well that her brother did not belong to the same group of people as she, Lucius, or even Draco.

He is more like Andromeda, the woman whose name was crossed out by her father.

But compared to Andromeda, Charlie's character is more complex and smooth.

His heart was full of boredom with the Black family's style, but he did not choose to break with the family hysterically, but used the skin of the family to do what he really wanted to do.

Although difficult to accept...but it is undoubtedly the best outcome that benefits both parties.

He obtained the huge resources of the pure-blood family, and the Black family retained enough dignity because of him...

In fact, when she looked at her brother, sometimes she couldn't help but feel a little dazed. She was infected by the innate confidence and persistence exuding from him...

I even asked myself secretly late at night, whether the so-called pride and reserve of a pure-blood family is really nothing more than a decadent groan that should be abandoned?

But this won't bring her any results.

Because she is Narcissa, just like her name Narcissus... She is arrogant and reserved and does not allow any doubts about her lifelong belief.

However... when she really started to think about this issue, wasn't it a question?

In the courtyard

In order to facilitate the movement of his arms when casting spells, Draco did not choose the stiff and cumbersome British aristocratic dress as usual today, but instead put on a lighter shirt and vest.

Since I successfully turned a leaf into a needle yesterday, maybe it was because I received praise from my father.

Draco tried harder.

Early this morning, Charlie had just woken up from his sleep. He walked down the stairs with a little tiredness, and saw Draco who had been up for an unknown period of time and had already started practicing alone.

After simply receiving Charlie's guidance a few times, I practiced non-stop until noon.

"Stop it, Draco."

Charlie opened the door of the mansion and walked out, calling Draco to stop.

Listening to Charlie's voice from far away, Draco paused in his movements.

He subconsciously turned his head and smiled at Charlie, who was walking slowly.

"Uncle, I'm not lazy!"

Charlie laughed too.

He stood still in front of Draco, reached out and smoothed Draco's sweat-soaked hair that stuck to his forehead, his expression full of relief.

"Of course...I can see how hard you work."

After saying that, Charlie stopped, pulled him under the shade of the tree, and sat down against the big tree.

Then he picked up the wand and waved it, summoning a round teapot and two exquisite small cups out of thin air.

After picking up the teapot unhurriedly and pouring water into the cup, Charlie continued

"But you'd better balance work with rest... otherwise you'll be really exhausted before going to school. I'm afraid Narcissa will come and fight me."

Draco placed the wand on the lawn, then simply pulled up the sleeves of his shirt and wiped the sweat from his face with disapproval.

"Don't worry, uncle..."

As he spoke, he picked up the cup and drank the water in it.

After drinking a glass of ice water, all the drowsiness in my mind was completely dispelled.

"ah……"

Feeling the coolness rolling from his throat into his internal organs and throughout his whole body, Draco couldn't help but let out a deep breath.

"This is the first time I feel that ice water tastes so good." After sighing casually, he put down the cup and continued.

"I know how good I am now... As a child of the Malfoy family, I have to work hard to become a better person."

As he spoke, Draco's eyes showed a firmness that was not in line with his age.

"I hope to be in a better place before school starts..."

He carefully took out a handkerchief from his pocket.

Open the handkerchief, and inside is the needle from yesterday.

"It's more than just conjuring a needle..."