Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

Soon, Lucius returned home. Draco also stopped waving his wand, and returned to the mansion with Charlie, carrying the heat from the garden.

Perhaps because she knew that she was not good at making dishes that required cooking, Narcissa wisely chose something like salad and biscuits for lunch.

No matter how others feel, for Charlie, this meal is probably the best meal he has had in the two days since he came to Malfoy Manor.

Just as Charlie was minding his own business with his head down and eating with gusto, Lucius, who was sitting not far away, suddenly spoke.

He picked up the napkin placed beside him, wiped the crumbs next to his lips, and said.

"Just before coming back..."

When everyone heard Lucius's voice, they all raised their heads and looked towards him.

Charlie was no exception. After he swallowed the salad in his mouth, he also looked at Lucius, wanting to hear what he had to say.

"The Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic, Her Excellency Umbridge, found me and asked me to do something."

"Umbridge..."

Narcissa frowned, obviously she also knew the guy, and her expression showed her inner evaluation of him.

"What does she want from you?" Narcissa continued to ask.

"She said that Minister Fudge hopes to have the opportunity to attend the... entrance banquet prepared for Draco a few days ago."

As he spoke, Lucius glanced at Charlie beside him intentionally or unintentionally, as if he wanted to see something from his expression.

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell into a brief silence.

The Minister of Magic...comes to attend the child's college entrance banquet?

In an instant, an extremely strong sense of contrast and comedy emerged from it.

Even Charlie couldn't help but froze when he heard the news...

This old fat man is really all-pervasive... He couldn't help but say something in his heart.

He really couldn't imagine how much Cornelius Fudge missed him, that after being rejected repeatedly, he would lower himself and ask to attend the college entrance banquet of an eleven-year-old boy he didn't know.

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I have to say that Charlie was a little moved...

And at the dinner table, while Charlie's brain was going through crazy mental activities, Draco was the first to react.

Hearing the sound of "Peng", Draco jumped up from his seat and knocked the chair behind him directly onto the carpet.

But at this moment, he couldn't care about these things at all.

"The Minister of Magic is coming to my college entrance banquet!!!!!!??"

He widened his eyes and looked directly at his father.

Immediately, an uncontrollable ecstasy surged from his heart, seeming to fill his whole body.

"I'm stuffed!!"

Immediately afterwards, Draco hurriedly lifted up the stool under him, then grabbed two biscuits and ran upstairs with a furious "thump thump thump".

"Draco! You'd better restrain yourself!"

Lucius frowned and yelled at Draco's back.

"Sorry, father!"

However, this time, the scolding that had failed many times suddenly lost its effect.

Along with Draco's customary apology, the door to his room was also shut tightly with a "Peng" sound.

"…………"

"..."

"Wow..."

At the dining table with only three people left, Charlie raised his eyebrows as he watched his nephew disappear without a trace, breaking the somewhat awkward silence.

"I guess... little Draco must be trying on clothes again."

Narcissa's frown did not relax, she turned her head and looked at Charlie.

Although she is proud, she is not stupid. Narcissa naturally knows that even if she and Lucius are both from the 28th pure-blood family, there is no way that the leaders of the entire British magical world can hold high positions.

The Minister of Magic specially came to attend their son's college entrance banquet.

And the only possibility is...

"Charlie..."

Narcissa opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something.

But he was interrupted by Charlie waving his hand.

At this moment, Charlie's expression had returned to its original state. He lowered his head and finished the remaining salad with a fork while saying

"Don't worry, there's no problem."

Wiping the salad dressing from the corner of his mouth, he continued:

"After all, if Fudge really comes to Draco's college entrance banquet, it will be beneficial to both Draco and Lucius..."

As soon as these words came out, Narcissa and Lucius fell silent again.

"And..." Charlie said again

"That guy Fudge is like a follower. He has been chasing me for so long. I just took this opportunity to talk to him, which saves me a lot of trouble."

After hearing this, Lucius couldn't help but secretly take a deep breath, and his eyelids also trembled.

Follower... Charlie Black is probably the only person in the British wizarding world who dares to make such an understatement in front of others and openly use this word to describe Fudge.

………………

The Ministry of Magic's lunch break was not long. After lunch, Lucius went back to work.

Charlie, after using a cleaning spell to help Narcissa clean up the dishes, went up the stairs to the second floor and walked to Draco's room.

"Knock knock knock"

He bent his knuckles and knocked gently on Draco's door.

Soon, Draco's voice came from behind the door.

"Please... wait a moment!"

His voice sounded a little embarrassed, followed by the sounds of packing things and running quickly.

After about a minute or two, the door to the room was opened.

Draco grabbed the door handle and carefully opened the door from the inside.

Freshly applied hairspray

And he also wore a light men's perfume... How could he have this?

Charlie raised his eyebrows, but didn't criticize.

And when Draco saw that it was his uncle, the smile that had not faded for a long time filled his face again.

"I thought it was my father..."

As he spoke, he opened the door to let Charlie in, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Charlie walked in, looking up and down casually.

The room is very clean, not as messy as other children of the same age. On the contrary, the taste and aesthetic style of the Malfoy family can be easily seen in the furniture and supplies.

But you can see a little bit of vitality that is different from adults.

For example, there are spotless broomsticks placed in the corner, some gadgets on the desk, and posters about a certain Quidditch star hanging on the wall...

Draco closed the door, and Charlie sat down on the stool in front of the desk again.

Suddenly, Charlie accidentally thought of what Narcissa heard him say not long ago.

As if by mistake, he looked at his nephew not far away and asked

"Draco... in your opinion, is there any difference between pure-blood wizards and Muggle wizards?"