Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 25 Milk
"Good morning, Father."

"Good morning, mother."

"Good morning, Uncle."

After a while, as Charlie's coffee gradually ran out, Draco yawned, looking like he had just woken up, and walked out of his room near the stairs.

On the way, he did not forget to say hello to the three people below, he looked like a very polite child.

"Come down, I've warmed up milk for you."

Narcissa said, and walked back to the kitchen to look at the warm milk for Draco.

Hearing his mother's words, Draco was taken aback for a moment, then frowned involuntarily, and followed Narcissa's leaving back to look towards the kitchen.

"Mother!?"

There was disbelief in his tone.

"Why are you in the kitchen?? Where's Dobby? That damn..."

However, he had just received half of his words, and before he finished speaking, Lucius, who had finished drinking his coffee, shook the newspaper in his hand violently and coughed twice.

Draco subconsciously turned his head to look at him, only to see his father staring and gave him a hard look.

Suddenly, Draco shivered.Although I don't know what I did wrong just now, my mouth has already formed a training reflex, and the sound of "shua" stopped abruptly, and it was firmly closed.

In this regard, Charlie still kept smiling, as if he hadn't heard anything.

He squinted his eyes, looking at the remaining dregs at the bottom of the coffee cup, stretched out his hand from time to time, turned the cup slightly, and looked at the shapes of the black dregs at various angles.

This is very similar to the divination method I learned when I was at Hogwarts.

It's just that they used the tea dregs after drinking black tea at that time, but now he is... coffee bean dregs?Charlie didn't know.

In fact, he also understood that in the eyes of most wizards, house elves only represented slaves.

This awareness is something that was formed in the mind centuries ago.

What humans are to dogs... wizards are to house-elves.

Once upon a time, house-elves weren't called that.

They are also an independent race, different from humans, but no different from other magical races.

They live in the north of England and have their own isolated habitat in the jungle.

It all probably stems from a war long forgotten in some ancient tome.

Humans win, thus gaining the ability to sanction house-elves.

Through generations of captivity and enslavement, their habits were completely obliterated, their way of life was changed, and the first principle of serving wizards was deeply implanted in their minds.

Today, in a wizarding world where the house-elf is a slave has become a consensus principle, if you really feel hostility and anger towards all families with house-elves.They'll just think you're crazy.

Not to mention, those house elves will probably hate you more than their masters, and think you are an out-and-out demon...

Therefore, to truly liberate the house-elves is an impedimental and firm matter. It cannot be rushed for a while, but must wait for a specific opportunity in the future.

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Lucius breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Charlie's expression remained unchanged.

Raising his head again, looking at Draco who was stunned on the stairs, neither advancing nor retreating, said in a deep voice

"What are you still standing here for?"

As soon as these words came out, Draco nodded as if he was on the verge of an amnesty, and quickly trotted all the way down the stairs, and sat beside Charlie.

"Good morning, Draco."

Only then did Charlie's eyes move away from the coffee grounds that looked like an umbrella and Australian cloaked lizard, and then turned to Draco beside him.

He reached out, stroked Draco's messy hair, and greeted with a smile.

Little Draco had inherited his father's hair, long and silky.

But Charlie wasn't sure...if he really had gelled his hair all the time and combed his hair into a scrupulous back like he did in school, if he'd grow up to be Mediterranean.

You know... this is England.

Thinking of this, Charlie couldn't help hesitating, maybe he should find a time to tell Draco.

And looking at Draco again, he was even more confused at the moment.

Seeing Charlie in a daze while touching his hair, his brows could not help but frown.

I thought to myself, it's getting more and more strange...

In the past two days, first it was his father's shocking performance last night, and then his mother walked into the kitchen in person.

But now, the uncle who had just arrived here looked at his hair in a daze.

It's weird...it's really weird.

Fortunately, the thoughts in Draco's mind didn't last long, because soon, Narcissa returned to the long table with warm milk.

"Come…"

The steaming milk pot and cups floated in the air under the guidance of Narcissa, and even the whole hall was filled with the aroma of hot milk.

Only Draco couldn't help trembling his eyelids.

Because of his height, he could see the bottom of the milk pot from the angle of view he was sitting at the moment.

The bottom of the pot was already pitch black... Although Draco didn't know how it came to be like this, his strong sixth sense inherited from his father told him.

best not to drink...

"Cough..." Draco coughed twice, and smiled stiffly at his mother.

"Actually...I'm not very..."

Before he finished speaking, he stopped again.

Narcissa looked at him, although she was still smiling, but her narrowed eyes made him feel the familiar oppression just like Lucius.

Immediately, he changed the subject.

"No, not very sober... I guess after drinking a glass of milk, it should be much better."

That oppressive feeling disappeared... Narcissa nodded in satisfaction.

"Great, let's drink more."

With that said, the milk in the milk pot was poured into the cup.

However, Draco clearly saw some black paste in the milk.

Charlie saw it too... He took his hand away from Draco's head and patted him on the back instead.

There was a bit of pity in his eyes.

"I'm leaving."

Lucius stood up, threw the "Daily Prophet" on the table, turned his head and walked towards the sofa not far away.

He picked up the office tools and the robe he usually wore.

"Leaving so early today?"

Narcissa looked at the decisive Lucius with some doubts.

But Lucius just nodded, said "um", then walked quickly into the fireplace and took out the Floo powder.

Accompanied by a "Ministry of Magic!"

The blazing smoke immediately surrounded him.And then disappeared...

(End of this chapter)