Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

The cooking skills of the house elves at Hogwarts can be said to be extremely high.

Even though Charlie had attended so many noble dinners and parties, he had never encountered anyone whose cooking skills could rival those of the house elves at Hogwarts.

The steak is grilled just right. When the knife cuts through it, the tender meat juice bursts out and mixes with the steam mixed with the subtle flavor of spices. Even if you just inhale that smell into your nose, it can be called a kind of...

Excellent enjoyment.

The skin of the roasted chicken on the silver tray is covered with honey juice. Under the illumination of the candlelight, it forms a light orange film on the skin together with the oil. You can also faintly see a little bit of the burnt brown feeling caused by the baking.

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There are also puddings that are almost dancing, layers of french fries, waffles topped with thick honey, and French fries that are piled roughly into a small pile and fried until golden...

Charlie was not too restrained. He and Professor Flitwick both put down their knives and forks.

He directly pulled off the two legs of the roasted chicken in front of him. The chicken legs were torn off, and the skin and flesh connecting them to the body were also torn and separated.

The tender and beautiful meat was still vaguely dripping with juice, and the rich fragrance immediately poured into his nose, teasing his sense of smell and stimulating his taste buds.

"It's really good..." Professor Flitwick put the drumstick in front of his nose, sniffed it carefully with his eyes closed, and then bit it off. The expression on his face began to become more and more enjoyable.

"Come on, I hope you haven't forgotten how delicious the roast chicken at Hogwarts is after so many years."

Professor Flitwick looked at Charlie and smiled, then picked up the crescent-shaped chicken drumstick in his hand and gestured to him.

Charlie also laughed, he nodded, then he also picked up the chicken drumstick in his hand and took a light bite.

The teeth gently touched the outermost layer of skin. The original chicken skin had now become crispy. It was squeezed by the teeth and made a pleasant "click" sound.

The fragrant juice poured into the mouth as soon as the skin broke open, mixed with the flavor of countless spices, filling Charlie's entire mouth instantly.

Charlie blinked his eyes, and there was both enjoyment and nostalgia in his bright eyes.

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Charlie enjoyed this meal very much, and he did not stop eating until almost the whole process. Except for the food in front of him, not even Draco paid much attention to it for a while.

Until the dinner was about to end, Charlie took the fork, pricked the last cherry on the plate, and put it into his mouth.

Then he put down the tableware with satisfaction and exhaled happily.

He looked at the scattered and almost destroyed food in front of him, picked up the napkin on his left hand, wiped the oil-stained corners of his mouth and fingers, and then returned to his usual appearance.

Dumbledore had also finished his food and was sitting in his seat. Suddenly, his left hand that had been placed on the table quietly reached down and rummaged through the pocket of his large robe.

The two hard candies were picked up again.

"Would you like one, Minerva?"

Dumbledore calmly opened his palm and asked Professor McGonagall beside him.

Professor McGonagall was naturally not surprised by this. She picked up the cup, took a sip of the drink in it, and shook her head at Dumbledore.

"Don't ask me to remind you again, Albus. You shouldn't be eating so much sugar, it's not doing your body any good."

Dumbledore laughed, and when McGonagall refused, he put the candy into his mouth nonchalantly.

"Maybe sugar is not good for my body..." He said, his tone paused, and then there was a bit of child-like joking in his expression.

"But without it, my spirit would be withered."

"..." McGonagall shook her head noncommittally, and could only roll her eyes at him secretly, and then stopped talking to her principal.

Finally, as the last little wizard in the auditorium put down the tableware in his hand and burped happily, the dinner party officially ended.

Crowds of people poured out of the auditorium door one after another. However, for the first-year students who have just arrived, this is not the end. It should be regarded as the official beginning after entering Hogwarts.

Because next, they will be divided into their own dormitories under the leadership of the prefects of each college, and begin to truly understand this castle that has never been fully explored by anyone for countless years, and prepare to officially enter the castle from tomorrow.

Preparation for life here.

"Headmaster Dumbledore."

After all the students had left, and even the professors had left, Charlie stood up from his seat and took a few steps to Dumbledore's side.

Charlie hesitated for a while, as if thinking about how to speak. After a while, he finally asked

"You asked me to come this time..."

As a result, before he finished speaking, Dumbledore stretched out a hand and stopped his intention to continue speaking with a smile.

"Okay Charlie... there is still plenty of time tomorrow, so there is no need to spend so little time talking about anything."

As Dumbledore spoke, he moved his chair and stood up slowly.

"I've prepared a place for you. It's the staff dormitory - I guess you don't mind being Severus's neighbor for a night?"

When Charlie heard this, he couldn't help being stunned, and then subconsciously turned his head and looked at Severus Snape, who had not left yet and had been sitting in his seat as if waiting for something.

Snape's face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years showed a rare hint of surprise, but he didn't say anything. He just looked at Charlie deeply, then slowly stood up and left the auditorium.

Charlie quietly watched Snape's leaving figure, raised his eyebrows, and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Then do what you think, Headmaster Dumbledore."

But soon, he withdrew his gaze again, nodded to Dumbledore, and said.

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.

Suddenly, Dumbledore's voice sounded again behind him.

"By the way, Charlie..."

Dumbledore's voice was deliberately lowered, and it seemed to have a mysterious feeling.

"When you go back, don't forget..."

"Give me more of those sweet and sour gummies...you know, the ones from last time. The key is that they are almost finished...it tastes pretty good."

Charlie couldn't help but laugh. Looking at the dean who still had a childlike innocence, he could only nod in agreement.

"If you like it, you can ask me for it at any time."