Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

Charlie didn't chat for long with Draco and his two lackeys.

Because Draco was eager to show the other party his "own trick", so he left after a few hasty remarks.

There was no one next to Charlie again. He raised his eyebrows, and after drinking all the wine in his glass, he put down the glass and found a good corner to sit down leisurely.

Sitting in a quiet place among the noisy crowd, he couldn't help but think of little Harry who lived in the home of his Muggle uncle and aunt.

Coincidentally, today is also his birthday... Presumably at this time, accompanied by Dobby, he should also open his birthday gift.

Thinking of this, Charlie raised the corners of his mouth slightly again, revealing a rare and bright smile.

At this moment, as the master of the family, Lucius was still chatting with several of his friends in the hall. He was in a rare good mood, and even his eyes seemed much softer, and he nodded to the people around him from time to time.

However, although the conversation seemed lively, Lucius's attention was not actually focused here.

From time to time, his eyes would turn to the fireplace in his living room, waiting patiently for the arrival of a certain big shot...

As for who he is waiting for, there is no need to say more.

"Ding dong!"

As the clock struck ten o'clock in the evening.

In the empty fireplace, a green flame as tall as a person was lit on time.

With a sound of "Chi!", the flames surged, enveloping some ashes and flying away.

Seeing this scene, Lucius's eyes suddenly flashed with light.

"A distinguished guest has arrived, and I have to go and receive it!"

He spoke, stopping several friends who were chatting happily, and then withdrew and strode towards the fireplace.

"Hahahaha, sorry. I'm a little late! The Ministry of Magic needs me to approve a lot of documents today, so I'm a little late."

In the fireplace, before the flames were extinguished, the voice of the person inside came out along with a burst of honest laughter.

However, no one who knows him well would attach the word "honest" to him.

And on the contrary, beneath his mediocre appearance, he really hides a shrewd heart.

For a moment, everyone in the hall suppressed their voices and looked towards the fireplace.

At this moment, Lucius just happened to walk next to it.

"It's an honor for you to come here specially. Instead, I should feel sorry for letting you waste your precious rest time because of this matter..."

Lucius paused deliberately, then coughed twice and continued.

"In short, welcome to you - Minister Cornelius Fudge!"

As soon as the words came out, the rising flames were extinguished at the same time, and a fat old man wearing a suit and a top hat appeared in front of everyone.

For a time, exclamations of surprise rang out one after another. People's eyes widened and they gently covered their mouths with their hands. All of them were deeply surprised by the sudden appearance of the Minister of Magic.

Fudge, on the other hand, seemed to be happy to see this scene. He smiled, and first shook hands with Lucius, who was also the host. Then he looked around at everyone, took off his hat, put it on his chest, and nodded slightly.

call.

"Good evening, everyone! I hope my arrival does not disturb your enjoyment!"

"Hahahahaha, how could it be possible!"

"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Fudge."

"I am Wells from the Kurt family. I greeted you at the dinner party hosted by the Abbott family. I wonder if you still remember it?"

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I don’t know why, but the timely humor of those in high positions always arouses bursts of good-natured laughter.

For a moment, all the guests poured in that direction intentionally or unintentionally, holding wine glasses in their hands and speaking kind words, as if they were close friends who had not seen each other for eight hundred years.

"Pfft..."

Charlie sat in the corner, watching this scene and couldn't help but feel funny.

These guys are really easy to understand...

Whether you are an adult or a child, the tendency to follow others is simply carved from the same mold...

Just now, he thought it was quite funny how Goyle and the two fat guys from the Clark family followed Draco.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, he would see the plus version of the large-scale scene.

He shook his head and looked at Fudge, who was surrounded by everyone and had a glowing face. He didn't say anything, but stood up from his seat and walked up the stairs to the second floor.

Among the crowd, Fudge, an all-rounder, quickly noticed Charlie walking towards the second floor, and naturally understood what he meant.

So, without saying anything, after hastily ending the communication with everyone, everyone dispersed.

He quickly picked up two glasses of undrinkable wine from the table and followed Charlie's route to the second floor, bypassing the others.

Sure enough, in a quiet place on the second floor, he saw Charlie waiting for him.

"A glass of wine, Mr. Charlie?"

Fudge's expression suddenly became extremely eager. He held the wine glass, took a few steps to Charlie's side, and handed the wine glass over.

"Thank you. Actually, I just had a drink."

Although Charlie said this, he still reached out and took the wine from Fudge.

The two clinked their glasses together and started the long-delayed conversation with a smile.

"Don't beat around the bush, dear minister."

When the red wine entered his mouth, he seemed to be slightly drunk. Charlie didn't want to make a roundabout way with Fudge, but said directly.

"Of course, of course..."

Fudge obviously also understood the other party's character. He was not surprised that this unique and lonely person could not use the traditional aristocratic communication method, so he nodded with a smile as well.

He pondered for a moment and said

"Some equipment has appeared in the Auror office recently..."

However, before Fudge finished speaking, Charlie interrupted him and stretched out two fingers.

"How about 20,000 gold galleons?"

Fudge's eyes suddenly lit up, and he turned to look at Charlie, the already eager expression on his face becoming even more enthusiastic.

He didn't seem to care at all that he was interrupted by the other party before he finished speaking.

He originally thought that getting a grant from Charlie would not be a simple matter and would require a lot of persuasion.

But he didn't expect that the other party would be so generous and open his mouth with such a large sum of money.

However, Charlie hadn't finished speaking yet.

"Another five thousand galleons are being paid as a token of appreciation to the Ministry of Magic for their dedicated efforts in guarding the British magical community."

Hearing this, Fudge, who was originally blushing and extremely happy, calmed down and calmed down again.

He hesitated for a moment, rolled his eyes, and asked hesitantly

"Then...what do you need me to do for you?"

"The Third Class Medal of the Knights of Merlin...

As well as the new products from our factory next quarter, I hope you can pick one up in front of reporters and eat it with joy."