Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 43

Charlie's question is destined to not get any answer from Draco's mouth.

Because not only Draco, but even he didn't know how to answer this...

Time just passed by day by day...

Charlie lived comfortably in Malfoy's house. During the day, apart from eating and sleeping, he guided Draco to continue learning the Transformation Curse.

And maybe Draco never thought of it when he first taught him the spell...

This little guy who has not yet entered Hogwarts to learn magic, actually has such great perseverance, and has been insisting on practicing hard without any slack in the past few days.

Due to his hard practice, coupled with his own talent, he finally managed to learn the derivative spell "Oolong Out of the Hole" of the Transformation Curse in just five or six days.

Although it was only successfully used once, even so, it really surprised Charlie...

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye. Even if Charlie was reluctant to give up, he had to let him readjust himself, and prepare to return to the factory tomorrow and continue to start his work...

Malfoy Manor, at night.

The beautiful night of the manor, which was originally peaceful and peaceful, changed into a completely different posture today.

The wrought iron gate at the entrance of the manor was suddenly opened, and a row of lights were lit on both sides, welcoming the guests of the Malfoy family.

In the mansion, the originally spacious first floor seemed a bit crowded at the moment.

All kinds of men and women in noble dresses held wine glasses in their hands, talking and laughing with each other in a reserved and elegant manner.

From time to time, a few children of Draco's age ran past the adults' feet, leaving only a burst of cheerful laughter.

And Charlie was among them, looking around from time to time, identifying many faces.

In fact, he still has some impressions of most of the people here.

After all, it was just a school entrance feast for the children at home, not a formal banquet.So most of the people invited were relatives and friends.

And as Malfoy's relatives and friends...you can probably know it without thinking too much.They are nothing more than staunch supporters of blood supremacy and cousins ​​of the 28 major pure-blood families.

Seeing them chatting and laughing in twos and threes, Charlie couldn't help curling his lips secretly.

He is not interested in their topics, he can only feel bored... After all, as a maverick in a pure-blooded family, although most of them can get by on the surface, if it is not necessary, he is not He didn't want to follow the example of others, speaking with a strong British accent, discussing the current affairs of the Ministry of Magic from time to time, and recalling the family's ancient honor from time to time.In the end, I concluded it with the theory of pure blood, which won rounds of applause and applause from the people around me.

Don't ask Charlie how he knew so well... There was never any novelty talk at the pure-blood family gatherings, from the time he was six years old until now.

While thinking about it, he raised his wine glass, took a sip of the fine wine in the glass, and then smacked his lips again, giving an evaluation in his heart.

Not as good as the one I drank with Lucius the first day I came here.

I was savoring the taste of wine in my heart, suddenly, a familiar voice came from a distance.

"Look, that's my uncle!"

You don't have to guess who it is.

Charlie looked in the direction of the sound, and sure enough, everything was as he expected. At this moment, his nephew Draco was walking in his direction proudly with two chubby boys from a distance.

While walking, he turned his head effortlessly and introduced to the two little fat men behind him.

"You must have heard my uncle's name—Charlie Black! Charlie's sweets are the best sweets in the world, and my uncle brings me plenty when he comes!
Not only that, but he is also one of the most powerful wizards in the magic world.Did you know that my uncle lived in my house for seven days, and he also taught me magic for seven days!
Want to see it?I know, you two definitely want to see my oolong get out of the hole, just wait and see, when we go outside alone, I will show you my uncle..."

Charlie listened to Draco's words inside and out, saying "my uncle" from time to time, and couldn't help being a little amused to himself.

Soon, Draco came to Charlie.

As the only protagonist of the banquet today, he looked extraordinarily confident and high-spirited. Whether it was from the high-end dress he was wearing or the shiny hairstyle, it could be seen how meticulously he had made preparations.

Even the tanned skin that had been practicing the Transfiguration spell outside the house for the past few days was carefully covered with powder (where did he get such a thing?).

"uncle!"

Maybe it's because there are still two little followers behind him at this moment, Draco is not as presumptuous as he was when we got along a few days ago, and a bit of reserve can be seen on that delicate little face.

While speaking, Draco raised the goblet in his hand and raised it towards Charlie.

Of course, there can't be wine in his glass, it's just ordinary orange juice.

Charlie gave him this face very much, thinking about it, he didn't want to embarrass Draco, who had a strong self-esteem, in front of his partners.

"How was your evening, Draco."

So with a smile, almost in the same posture that he usually attends a formal noble dinner, he leaned slightly and touched the rim of Draco's glass lightly.

"Ding!"

The clear and clear voice made the mouths of the two little fat guys who were adoring behind them open into an O shape.

"Excellent uncle...you know, I have prepared a lot for today's dinner."

While talking, Draco took back his cup and took a sip of the orange juice in the goblet, a joy that he didn't hide showed on his reserved face.

Charlie didn't drink the wine in the glass, but raised his eyes to pay attention to the two little fat men behind Malfoy.

Suddenly, Charlie spoke.

"Crabbe and the Goyle kid?"

As soon as these words came out, the three of them, including Draco, were surprised at the same time.

The two chubby guys at the back seemed a little shy when they heard Charlie talking to them, their faces flushed slightly, and they quickly responded to each other.

"My name is Vincent Crabbe!"

"My name is Gregory Goyle!"

Draco put down his glass and looked at his uncle with wide eyes.

"Uncle, do you know both of them?"

"Do not-"

Charlie shook his head, didn't say anything else, just said something briefly.

"I know their father."

Looking at the fat and dumb faces of the two, Charlie said sincerely

"The two of them are exactly the same as old Clark and old Goyle..."

The two looked at each other, thinking that Charlie was praising them, they laughed one after another.

Only Charlie knows that in the confrontation with the Death Eaters, those two can definitely be regarded as rare among the Death Eaters.
(End of this chapter)