Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

"How's it going? How do you feel about coming here this time?"

In the Hogwarts auditorium, Dumbledore sat in the center of the professor's seat. He looked at Charlie who opened the door and slowly walked in with McGonagall. He smiled and asked softly.

"It feels amazing..."

Charlie was not too reserved in front of Dumbledore, but actually felt as friendly as when he returned home.

He raised his head, looked at the candles floating in the sky above the auditorium, and the illusory night sky scene above, squinted his eyes, and answered truthfully.

"I really miss that time... The days when I went to school here are always the warmest memories in my mind. Whenever I encounter difficulties, I will recall it, just like..."

When Charlie said this, he closed his eyes and hesitated for a while before giving a more precise answer.

"It's like a harbor that can give me enough shelter, at least from the inside, to help me block the storm from the outside world."

In the seat above, listening to Charlie's words, Dumbledore's face was rosy and his smile remained unchanged.

Professor Flitwick was convinced that he could not help but empathize with Charlie, and gently wiped the corners of his eyes with his fingers. Professor Sprout, on the other hand, gently pressed his hand on his chest, his eyes twinkling.

Even Professor McGonagall nodded happily.

As for Snape... Charlie's eyes subconsciously looked at the head of Slytherin House - there was no one there.

"Don't worry..." Finally, Dumbledore spoke again.

He looked at Charlie's face, which had grown a little bit compared to twelve years ago, and his eyes were soft, but there was a different kind of seriousness in them.

"As you said... Hogwarts will always be your harbor, your shelter from wind and rain."

At this sentence, Dumbledore smiled even brighter and said in a tone that sounded like a joke.

"If one day your candy factory goes bankrupt, I welcome you back at any time and become a professor at Hogwarts."

However, when Charlie heard these words, he couldn't help but be startled.

The look he looked at Dumbledore was still so kind and gentle. Being looked at by him was like being bathed in the sun. He would never feel strange and always feel so comfortable.

Charlie knew that there was a profound meaning in Dumbledore's words... With the principal's words, if the factory really went bankrupt on that day, then Hogwarts would be his and the remaining family members.

The elf's only way out!

At that time, Hogwarts will no longer be just a haven for his soul, but will actually shield him from all pressure from the outside world.

"Well..." After reading this, Charlie's eyes became serious. He stood in front of Dumbledore and bowed solemnly to the principal known as the "White Devil".

"Okay, Charlie."

Mag patted his shoulder and said softly.

"Come on, that's your place, just sit there... the children will be here in a while."

Charlie nodded without any more pretense, and walked slowly, passing through the four huge long tables representing the four colleges, and came to the long table seats of the professors at the top, next to Professor Flitwick

He sat down in the empty seat.

"Long time no see...Professor Flitwick."

Charlie greeted Professor Flitwick in a low voice.

"Long time no see, little Charlie."

Flitwick nodded, also came over, and greeted in a low voice.

"Professor McGonagall!"

After Charlie sat down, Dumbledore looked at McGonagall and continued.

"I guess Filch is about to bring all the freshmen with him... Go and pick them up, and let the other students in as well."

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Soon, not long after Professor McGonagall left, a group of young wizards wearing uniforms from various colleges poured in from the gate.

Then, accompanied by a few people, they quickly and skillfully found their positions and carried on.

Immediately afterwards, as the last very familiar figure of Charlie entered the auditorium, the door of the auditorium slowly closed again.

"..."

Snape stepped forward, raised his head, and his eyes met Charlie's.

Charlie could clearly see that Snape's eyes flickered, causing some uneasy fluctuations.

Charlie laughed, winked at him, and nodded slightly.

Snape did not speak. After hesitating for a while, he also nodded to Charlie, then walked to his seat and sat down slowly.

On the four long tables below, a sharp-eyed little wizard soon noticed something. With a bit of curiosity and inquiry in his eyes, he greeted his friends around him and looked at the glamorous Charlie among the professors at the top.

"Who is he, the new professor? I seem to have never seen him before."

"Maybe the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor...what do you think?"

"But he looks so young..."

"I don't care, but he is really handsome. I think he is more handsome than Gilderoy Lockhart... I don't understand why he is not the most charming smile award in Wizarding Weekly?"

Although it was a mess down there, looking at their eyes and expressions when they spoke, Charlie could actually guess a big difference.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, a bit reserved.

Compared with Russell's outright admiration, this kind of hidden praise made him feel more happy.

But Charlie didn't enjoy it for too long.

Because soon, when the door opened for the third time... everyone fell silent, and all looked at the ignorant freshmen behind Professor McGonagall.

It seemed that this was the first time that Harry felt so many eyes focused on him, and he couldn't help but feel nervous for a moment.

He pursed his lips and subconsciously grabbed Ron's sleeve, refusing to let go.

However, compared to Harry's nervousness, both Draco and Ron behaved very naturally.

Ron's eyes immediately fell on the little Gryffindor wizards.

He immediately found the red hair unique to his family among the students.

He saw Percy, Fred and George. Obviously, the three people had also found him. Fred and George happily extended their hands to him and said hello, while Percy raised his head and said to himself

The younger brother nodded pretending to be reserved.

Draco's eyes were arrogant, and he followed Professor McGonagall closely, his chin raised, and he accepted the gazes from all directions without any concealment.

He slowly looked around, from the Graffindor students to Slytherin, then raised his head and looked at the professors at the top.

Suddenly, Draco's eyes froze - he looked incredulously at the figure who was also sitting upright and looking at him with a smile on his face among the professors.

For a moment, my heart beat violently, and my fair skin began to gradually turn red. I almost lost my grace on the spot and screamed.

"uncle!!!!!"

Draco shouted loudly in his heart