Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

When the freshmen arrived, as Filch took the boat to Hogwarts, with a flash of light, Charlie appeared on the street of Hogsmeade Village's main road under the influence of apparation.

He tidied his clothes first, and then looked up at the sky.

At this moment, the crescent moon in the sky has quietly risen, with a few stars dotted around it dimly shining, forming a rather beautiful picture with the faint dark clouds.

"It seems that I wasted a little too long just now..."

Letting the bright moonlight slowly shine on his hair and shoulders, Charlie's eyes fell again on this road he had traveled countless times during his student days, and murmured to himself.

Compared with the spacious and flat asphalt roads in the Muggle world, the roads in Hogsmeade are obviously not very easy to walk...even not as good as some common British country roads.

Walking here, looking at the thatched-roofed cottages and other buildings on both sides, one feels as if one has returned to the time before the 18th century, when there was no electricity and not even the steam engine was invented.

Charlie's eyes were soft, and everything here looked kind of cordial.

"I remember I haven't been here since I graduated... Look, Zuo Ke's Magic Joke Shop, Literary Residence..."

Charlie was talking to himself, but his steps did not slow down at all.

Soon, he came to the end of this busiest section of Hogsmeade Village.

Charlie stopped and stood at the end of the road. He turned his head and looked towards the corner hidden in the darkness.

As far as the eye could see, a dilapidated and dirty little house was hidden in the path between the houses. Under the cover of darkness, it seemed like a monster lurking inside, watching coldly as it walked in the sun.

people who have passed.

Next to this dirty, narrow little house, the pig's head wrapped in blood-soaked white cloth painted on the tattered signboard that has been hanging for who knows how many years truly identifies its identity - the Pig's Head Bar.

This was the place where he and Dumbledore agreed to pick him up in his reply.

Charlie looked at the familiar bar and couldn't help but laugh. All the memories about it slowly emerged in his mind.

In his impression, there was only one small, dark, and very dirty room in this bar.

Walking into it, there is a strong smell of mutton inside. Thick dirt is accumulated on several bay windows, and the light from the outside is almost blocked. Some candle ends are lit on the rough wooden table. At first glance

Looking at it, I thought the ground was compacted mud, but when I stepped on it, I discovered that centuries of dirt had accumulated on the ground that was originally paved with stones...

It can be said that for people who walked into it for the first time, it definitely looked more like a haunted house that had been abandoned for hundreds of years than a bar.

But Charlie didn't care, because one of his old friends should still be inside at the moment.

The reason why Charlie and Dumbledore decided to pick him up here was precisely because he wanted to come here specially to see his friend whom he had not seen for a long time.

"Ding…"

In the Pig Head Bar, a few dim orange candles are the only light here.

In the dark environment, guys wearing cloaks and covering their faces were whispering. From time to time, they picked up different glasses and drank the wine in one gulp.

Compared to the cheerful and lively Three Broomsticks and the messy and noisy Leaky Cauldron, the Hog's Head Bar is obviously a completely different style.

Behind the counter of the Pig's Head Bar, Aberforth Dumbledore, the tall and thin old man like his brother, with gray beard and hair, stood there just as he did more than ten years ago, with his eyelids drooped.

, stiffly wiping the wine glass in his hand that could never be wiped clean.

However, compared to his brother Albus Dumbledore, Aberforth was a guy with an extremely weird temper and a bit of vulgarity in his words.

Listening to the ringing of the doorbell, Aberforth didn't even raise his head. He was still wiping the wine glass on his hand and said without any emotion.

"any drinks?"

"How about butterbeer?"

Charlie pushed open the gray-stained door and responded loudly.

Walking again on the dirt-eroded floor of the Pig's Head Bar, his smile remained the same.

The bright clothes, coupled with the beautiful hair and handsome face... all seemed out of place in this place. As soon as he walked in, the whole bar seemed to be a little brighter. Even the original bar was falling wantonly.

The dust on his feet and the stains under his feet seemed to be deliberately avoiding him. The moment they were about to contaminate him, they suddenly moved aside.

The whispers in the bar suddenly stopped, everyone raised their heads, and for a moment everyone's eyes were focused on him.

Aberforth, who originally had his head down wiping the cup, stopped what he was doing and raised his head.

The somewhat sharp gaze hidden in the turbidity was cast at Charlie, slowly sweeping over his body, and then sneered.

"A brand-new curse?" Aberforth's voice was full of disdain and contempt, and he mocked mercilessly.

"Seriously, if you can't stand this place, you can get out of here...go to the Three Broomsticks and drink milk from those brats at Hogwarts. You might as well come here and irritate us."

After listening to Aberforth's words, Charlie was not angry, but walked straight to the bar, looking at Aberforth who was still staring at him.

"What's the matter? Do you want to meet me?"

Aberforth snorted, without averting his eyes at all, he just stared at Charlie and said something.

"honestly……"

Charlie suddenly relaxed and leaned down, supporting the bar counter with his elbows, forcing the dust on the counter to retreat and fly around.

The ring flashed on his finger, and a large oak beer mug appeared in his hand.

"After so many years of not seeing each other, you talk more and more."

As Charlie spoke, he raised his hand, clenched it into a fist, lightly slapped Aberforth on the chest, and pushed him back a few steps.

"If in the past, you would not talk nonsense at all, but directly drive people out..."

Charlie's words paused again, and he was seen looking at Aberforth. His originally gentle and handsome expression gradually showed a bit of joking and free and easy expression that was different from usual.

The big beer glass in his hand hit the table hard and he continued.

"So, stop talking nonsense and get me the butterbeer I want!!"

It was only at this moment that Aberforth, who had been pushed back two steps, stared at the wine glass and the face that suddenly overlapped with his memory, and finally reacted.

"Charlie!?"

"How will you be here!!!"

Aberforth's stiff face showed unprecedented joy. He looked at the man in front of him and asked happily

"I'm going back to Hogwarts... and I'm here to see my dueling teacher. How have you been doing these past few years?"