Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

By the time the dinner party was over, it was almost midnight.

The guests and hosts enjoyed each other happily. After a series of polite greetings that were inevitably cliche, all the relatives and friends dispersed.

The mansion, which was brightly lit and bustling all of a sudden, had returned to silence before the clock struck twelve o'clock.

"Ding dong... ding dong..."

As the bell rang throughout the mansion, Charlie also put on his top hat from the door.

"It looks like it's getting late..."

Charlie raised his head, looked at the time on the clock, and then smiled and said to the Malfoys who were seeing him off.

"I'm going to miss you, Charlie."

As Charlie's biological sister, Narcissa is naturally the most reluctant to part with her at this moment.

As she spoke, she reached out and hugged Charlie again, just like she did seven days ago when Charlie first arrived.

It's just that when he left this time, Lucius's expression was no longer as stiff as before, and the emotion in his little nephew Draco's eyes was much stronger than when they first met.

Charlie smiled, patted Narcissa gently on the shoulder, and said

"Don't worry, the next time we meet will not be more than ten years later... If you want to, you can go to my factory to see me at any time. Of course, if you are willing, I will be happy to come and see you often."

When he said the last sentence, his eyes were smiling, but his eyes fell on Lucius.

Lucius also laughed, without so many scruples and more sincerely. I don't know if he has really completely forgotten the incident more than ten years ago.

"Of course... the door of Malfoy Manor is always open to you." After nodding happily, Lucius gave a positive answer.

Finally, Charlie's eyes naturally fell on Draco, but this time he did not speak, but looked at him quietly, waiting for him to say something first.

The reluctance in Draco's eyes almost overflowed. He pursed his lips, carefully took out the admission notice from Hogwarts from his pocket, and handed it to Charlie.

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"Uncle, look..."

Charlie took it, opened it formally, and read it carefully from top to bottom.

After reading the last word, Charlie couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief and sighed:

"I really miss it... even though so many years have passed... the notice from Hogwarts is still like this, with no change at all."

After saying that, he looked at Draco again, and did not return the notice to his hand immediately, but finally spoke to him and said:

"You have already practiced the Transformation Spell very well... After you go to Hogwarts, you must listen carefully to Professor McGonagall. Maybe my Transformation Spell is good, but you must know that I am far inferior to her in educating students.

So excellent!" After saying this, Charlie's tone paused, and then he said sincerely

"She is a truly admirable teacher..."

Listening to his uncle's teachings, Draco nodded seriously. Even before he arrived at school, this name, which his uncle sincerely admired, had already been deeply imprinted in his heart.

Having said this, Charlie suddenly remembered something, and the ring on his hand flashed again.

Then he took out a heavy notebook, grabbed the spine, and held it in his hand.

"This is the notebook I used when I was in school...it contains not only notes and annotations on transfiguration, but also things I personally summarized from other subjects. Think of it as a parting gift!"

Draco's eyes suddenly lit up, he quickly took a step forward, stretched out his hands, and tried hard to take the notebook.

Although you can feel its thickness just from looking at it, when you actually hold it in your arms, Draco realizes that this notebook is heavier than he imagined.

He almost stumbled when he first bought it.

But fortunately, after it stabilized, he could still hold it in his arms.

"Thank you uncle!!"

Draco was naturally very happy and nodded excitedly towards Charlie, as if he couldn't wait to start reading.

"Okay! It's time for me to go."

After everything that needed to be said was said, Charlie naturally had no intention of pausing any longer.

After all, it was already twelve o'clock, and if I disturbed others' rest, not to mention Lucius, who had to go to work tomorrow, even Draco, led by Narcissa, had to start busy going to Diagon Alley to prepare things.

It just so happened that at this time, outside the wrought iron gate, the familiar light penetrated the fog attached to it for the second time and shone on everyone.

Russell came, and he indeed listened to Charlie's words. He spent a lot of effort in these seven days, and finally mastered this magical means of transportation that was transformed into the Muggle world.

"Let's go!"

Without any more nonsense, he glanced at the three of them. With an unchanging smile, Charlie opened the door, walked slowly down the steps, and walked towards Russell, who was parking and waiting at the door.

The three members of the Malfoy family also followed out, but did not continue to see each other off. Instead, they stood at the door and waved one last time with Charlie as he left.

"Lord Charlie!!!"

It seemed that because he had not seen him for a long time, Russell's voice was happier than before when he saw Charlie again after seven days, and he also faintly revealed his unconcealed longing.

"How are you doing?"

"not bad."

After walking out of Malfoy Manor, Charlie was in a much better mood than before. After answering casually, he walked to the back seat of the car.

Russell saw Charlie's actions. As Charlie's number one servant, he was naturally very discerning.

He hurriedly took two steps and ran to the car door before him. Then, like the drivers in the Muggle world, he stood on tiptoes skillfully and blocked the roof of the car with his hands. Then he lowered his eyes and expressed a look on his face.

Said respectfully

"Master, please get in the car!"

Charlie raised his eyebrows, with a little surprise in his eyes.

It seems that Russell has spent a lot of effort on the matter he confessed... In just seven days, in addition to learning to drive, he actually had extra time to learn these things in the Muggle world.

A set of shelves.

I think it was probably because of what I casually joked with him when I drove here seven days ago that he took it to heart.

There was a muffled sound of "Pa!"

The car door was closed tightly by Russell, and he himself rushed back into the car.

Sitting on the leather armchair, listening to Russell twist the switch, start the engine, and then gradually start to start and turn...

Charlie couldn't help but turned his head and looked at the wrought iron door through the rear window.

The fog is gradually closing in.

He knew that the three people in front of the mansion must not have entered yet.