Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

The cake prepared by Hagrid was very large, several times larger than the average cake. It was not something that Harry could finish in a short time.

So, Harry only symbolically picked up the knife and cut himself a piece, then put the rest aside.

I have to say that Hagrid's cakes are very well made, at least compared to their ordinary appearance, the taste is amazing.

Harry sat on the sofa, next to Hagrid, eating the cake in his hand and turning his head from time to time, listening to the stories Hagrid told him.

"Hogwarts is the best wizarding school in Europe... no, in the whole world."

Hagrid just leaned on the sofa, his eyes sparkling, and he talked about the glory of Hogwarts with equal ease. He straightened his waist unconsciously.

He turned around, suddenly seemed to remember something, and said to Harry with a smile

"Your parents, James and Lilith, graduated from Hogwarts! James is a very good student and has made many achievements at Hogwarts. If you are assigned to go to Gryffin

If you go to multiple academies, you can still see the glory he once won as a seeker!"

Harry was so entranced that he stared at Hagrid with his eyes wide open for a moment, his mouth slightly open, and he even forgot to eat the cake in his hand.

"So Mr. Charlie is also a Gryffindor graduate?"

As if by mistake, he murmured to Hagrid and asked.

"Mr. Charlie?" Hagrid frowned and scratched his head strangely.

"Which Charlie are you talking about, Charlie Weasley?"

"No"

Harry listened to this unfamiliar name, shook his head decisively, and said seriously

"It's Mr. Charlie Black!"

"Charlie Black!?"

Hearing this name, Hagrid's voice suddenly subconsciously raised a few decibels.

The rumbling sound startled Harry, who was sitting next to him.

His eyes widened, his eyebrows raised, and he looked at Harry in disbelief.

"How do you know Charlie Black!?"

"Shouldn't I know?" Harry scratched his head, as if he didn't understand why Hagrid had such a big reaction just because of a name.

"Of course!" Hagrid nodded decisively, "You shouldn't know this name! At least... you shouldn't know that Charlie Black is a wizard before you go to school!!"

"Charlie Black is a wizard!?"

While the two were talking, Dursley, who had been forgotten for a long time, suddenly screamed.

The beard that grew under his nose trembled again and again. He hurriedly intervened in the conversation between the two and asked.

"Is the Charlie Black you are talking about...the founder of the Charlie Candy Company!?"

As a fan of Charlie's chocolate, Dudley can almost be said to be the biggest consumer in the entire Privet Drive. As his father, Dursley will naturally not be unfamiliar with this name.

He even saw the name in the issue of the Times he subscribed to a month ago.

Reporters in newspapers at the time praised this outstanding young entrepreneur and his candy as the "Light of Britain"...

"Yes...that's right, it's him."

Hagrid turned his head away and glanced at Dursley who was squatting next to him. Although it was a little strange, seeing that the other person had been honest since he walked in, he was patient and nodded honestly.

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For a moment, Dursley's expression turned ugly.

With a "pop", his butt sat on the ground again.

But this time, it was not the vase that was broken, but his world view for more than thirty years.

...How many wizards are there!? If even such a famous entrepreneur is a wizard...then who else is?

Will the Prime Minister be? Will the ministers be!? Or... Where is the Queen!? What if the Queen is also a wizard!!!??

It's over, this world is over, this world has been ruled by wizards.

Hagrid didn't pay much attention to Dursley's ugly appearance at this moment, because what he was more concerned about was undoubtedly the many details about Charlie Black's contact with Harry.

Suddenly, Hagrid suddenly remembered what Harry had just said to him.

He quickly turned his head and continued to ask Harry

"So... what you just said that I "also" gave you a cake means... did Charlie Black come over and give you a cake before me!?"

Harry thought for a moment and shook his head, "No, the cake was not sent by Mr. Charlie."

Hagrid felt a little relieved, but before he could take a breath, Harry's unfinished next sentence almost made him choke in his throat.

"The cake was given to me by Dobby."

"Dobby?"

Who is Dobby!!!?

Hagrid choked suddenly and couldn't help but let out a roar in his heart.

"Dobby is a house elf...well, he told me that he is a servant of the Malfoy family."

Hagrid was completely uneasy at the moment... This was completely different from what Dumbledore had told him when he came!?

It seemed that for the first time, he felt that even if he hadn't drank, his head was still in a mess.

He immediately sat there, and after being down for a while, Hagrid took a deep breath and muttered to himself:

"It seems that things have become a little weird..."

His voice was already showing some fatigue at this moment. As he spoke, he stood up.

"I think we should set off as soon as possible to report these things to Principal Dumbledore."

Seeing the other person stand up, Harry also stood up obediently with him and followed him obediently.

After hesitating for a while, he continued

"Actually, I also want to hear you tell me what Mr. Charlie is like in the academy."

"Uh...this"

Hagrid paused and looked back at Harry with some hesitation.

Logically speaking, it seems that these are things that Harry should not know. However, when Hagrid lowered his head and his eyes met those flickering eyes, he was completely defeated.

"Although I really want to tell you about Charlie Black, unfortunately, I don't know him very well. I only know that he is not a very peaceful student..."

As he spoke, he spread his hands helplessly and walked out the door.

"When you get to Hogwarts, you can ask Filch. He should be the faculty member in the entire academy who has the most contact with Charlie Black."

"Okay." Harry nodded confusedly. Although Hagrid's answer did not satisfy him, he still decided to suppress the doubts in his heart.

Because he knew that after arriving at the magic school called Hogwarts, all the questions would probably be answered.

"Can I go back to the house and pack my things before I leave?"

Harry looked at Hagrid who had sat back on the motorcycle and asked the last question.