Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

Charlie's question was destined to get no answer from Draco.

Because not only Draco, even he doesn't know how to answer this...

Time just passed day by day...

Charlie lived very comfortably at Malfoy's house. During the day, apart from eating and sleeping, he guided Draco to continue learning the Transfiguration Spell.

And maybe when he first taught Draco this spell, he would never have thought of it...

This little guy who has not yet entered Hogwarts to learn magic actually has such great perseverance. He has persisted in practicing without slacking off in the past few days.

Due to his hard practice and his own talent, he finally successfully learned the derivative spell of the Transformation Curse, "Oolong Out of the Hole" in just five or six days.

Although it was only successfully used once, even so, it really surprised Charlie...

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye. Even if Charlie was reluctant to leave, he had to start to readjust himself and prepare to return to the factory tomorrow and continue his work...

Malfoy Manor, nightfall.

The originally peaceful and beautiful manor at night took on a completely different attitude today.

The wrought iron gate at the entrance of the manor suddenly opened wide, and a row of lights were lit on both sides to welcome the guests of the Malfoy family.

Inside the mansion, the originally spacious first floor seemed a bit crowded now.

Various men and women dressed in noble dresses, holding wine glasses in their hands, chatted and laughed with each other reservedly and elegantly.

From time to time, several children similar to Draco's age would run past the adults' feet, leaving only a burst of cheerful laughter.

And Charlie was among them, looking around from time to time, recognizing the many faces.

In fact, he still has some impressions of most of the people here.

After all, it was just a banquet for the children at home, not a formal banquet. So most of the people invited were relatives and friends.

As for Malfoy's relatives and friends...you don't need to think too much, you can roughly know that they are nothing more than staunch supporters of blood supremacy and cousins ​​of the twenty-eight pure-blood families.

Seeing them talking and laughing with each other in twos and threes, Charlie couldn't help but curled his lips secretly.

He didn't have any interest in their topic, he could only feel bored... After all, as a maverick guy in a pure-blood family, although most of them could get by on the surface, if it was not necessary, he would not

Not wanting to imitate other people, he spoke with a strong British accent, discussed the current affairs of the Ministry of Magic from time to time, and remembered the family's ancient honor from time to time. Finally, he concluded it with the theory of pure blood, which won bursts of applause and applause from the people around him.

applause.

Don't ask how Charlie knows so clearly... Nothing new is ever discussed at pure-blood family gatherings. This has been the case since he was six years old.

While thinking about it, he raised his wine glass, took a sip of the wine in the glass, then smacked his lips and commented in his mind.

It's not as good as the drink I had with Lucius on the first day here.

I was savoring the taste of wine in my heart, when suddenly, a familiar voice came from far away.

"Look, that's my uncle!"

No need to guess who it is.

Charlie looked in the direction where the sound came from, and sure enough, everything was as he expected. At this moment, his nephew Draco, with two chubby little guys, was walking in his direction from a distance with a proud look on his face.

As he walked, he turned his head effortlessly and introduced the two fat guys behind him.

"You must have heard of my uncle's name - Charlie Black! Charlie's candy is the best in the world. My uncle brought me a lot when he came!

Not only that, he is also one of the most powerful wizards in the magic world. Do you know, my uncle lived in my house for seven days, and he also taught me magic for seven days!

Do you want to see it? I know, you two must want to see my own trick, just wait and see, we will go outside alone later, and I will show you my uncle..."

Charlie couldn't help but feel a little secretly amused as he listened to Draco's words and kept saying "my uncle" from time to time.

Soon, Draco came to Charlie.

As the only protagonist of the banquet today, he looked particularly confident and high-spirited. Whether it was from the high-end dress he wore or his shiny hairstyle, it could be seen how meticulously he had prepared.

Even the tanned skin that he had been practicing the transformation spell outside the house for the past few days was carefully covered up with powder (where did he get such a thing?).

"uncle!"

Perhaps because there were two little followers behind him at the moment, Draco was not as unrestrained as he had been with him a few days ago, and a bit of reserve could still be seen on his delicate little face.

As he spoke, Draco raised the goblet in his hand and raised it towards Charlie.

Of course, there was no way there was wine in his glass, it was just ordinary orange juice.

Charlie actually gave him this face, and after thinking about it, he didn't want Draco, who had a strong self-esteem, to embarrass himself in front of his friends.

"How was your evening, Draco."

So he smiled, almost in the same manner as when attending a formal aristocratic dinner, leaned forward slightly, and touched the rim of Draco's glass lightly.

"Ding!"

A crisp voice sounded, causing the two fat guys behind who had adoring expressions to open their mouths into an O-shape.

"Great uncle...you know, I have prepared a lot for today's dinner."

As he spoke, Draco took back the cup and took a sip of the orange juice in the goblet. There was a hint of unhidden joy on his reserved face.

Charlie did not drink any more wine from the glass, but raised his eyes to pay attention to the two fat guys behind Malfoy.

Suddenly, Charlie spoke.

"Crabbe and the Goyle kids?"

As soon as these words came out, the three people including Draco were surprised at the same time.

The two fat guys at the back seemed a little shy after hearing Charlie talking to them, their faces flushed slightly, and they quickly responded to each other.

"My name is Vincent Crabbe!"

"My name is Gregory Gall!"

Draco put down his wine glass and looked at his uncle with wide eyes.

"Uncle, do you know them two?"

"No-"

Charlie shook his head and said nothing else, just a simple sentence.

"I know their father."

Looking at the two stupid and stupid people, Charlie said sincerely

"The two of them are exactly the same as old Clark and old Gower..."

The two looked at each other, thinking that Charlie was complimenting them, and they laughed one after another.

Only Charlie knew that during the initial confrontation with the Death Eaters, those two were definitely the rare oddities among the Death Eaters.