Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 79 End
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 gatherings, he had never met anyone who could rival the cooking skills of the house elves at Hogwarts.

The steak is grilled just right. When the knife cuts through it, the fresh and tender gravy bursts out and mixes with the hot air mixed with subtle spices. Even if you just inhale that smell into your nose, it can be called a kind of Great treat.

The skin of the grilled chicken on the silver tray is covered with honey sauce. Under the light of candlelight, together with the fat, a light orange film is formed on the skin.You can still see a little bit of burnt brown feeling brought by baking.

There are even more puddings that can almost dance, layers of fleur de sacs, waffles topped with thick honey, and fries that are roughly piled up in a small pile and fried until golden...

Charlie was not too restrained, he put down the knife and fork together with Professor Flitwick.

He pulled off the two legs of the grilled chicken in front of him.The chicken leg was torn off, and the skin and flesh connecting it to the body were also torn apart.

The tender and beautiful meat was still slightly clinging to the juice, and the rich fragrance immediately poured into his nose, teasing his sense of smell and stimulating his taste buds with every effort.

"It's really good..." Professor Flitwick brought the chicken leg up to his nose, closed his eyes and sniffed it carefully, and then bit it off, the expression on his face became more and more enjoyable.

"Come on, I hope after all these years you haven't forgotten how delicious Hogwarts' roast chicken is."

Professor Flitwick looked at Charlie and smiled, then picked up the crescent-shaped chicken leg that had already been bitten out in his hand, and gestured to him.

Charlie also laughed. He nodded, then also picked up the chicken leg in his hand, and bit it lightly.

The teeth lightly touched the outermost layer of skin, and the original chicken skin has become crispy at this moment, being squeezed by the teeth, it made a pleasant "click" sound.

The fragrant juice poured into the mouth as soon as the skin was broken, and it was filled with the taste of an unknown number of spices mixed and soaked, filling Charlie's entire mouth in an instant.

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

........................

Charlie enjoyed this meal very much. He enjoyed almost the whole time, and he didn't stop eating. Except for the food in front of him, even Draco didn't pay much attention to it for a while.

Until the end of the dinner, Charlie took the fork, pricked the last cherry on the plate, and put it in his mouth.

Only then did he put down the tableware with satisfaction, and let out a breath of happiness.

He looked at the scattered and nearly destroyed food in front of him, picked up the napkin on his left hand, wiped the corners of his mouth and fingers that were stained with oil, and then he returned to his previous appearance.

Dumbledore had also finished his food, and was sitting upright in his seat. Suddenly, his left hand that was originally on the table quietly stretched out, and when he rummaged through the wide pocket of his robe, he took it with him. The two hard candies brought their hands up again.

"Would you like one, Minerva?"

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

Professor McGonagall is no stranger to this.She picked up the glass, took a sip of the drink in it, and shook her head at Dumbledore.

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

Dumbledore laughed, seeing McGonagall refusing, he put the candy in his mouth nonchalantly.

"Maybe sugar is not good for my body..." He said, his tone paused, and then there was a childlike joke in his expression

"But without it, my spirits would be languishing."

"..." Mag shook his head noncommittally, and could only give him a secret glance, and then stopped talking to his principal.

Finally, as the last little wizard in the auditorium put down the tableware in his hand, after belching happily, the dinner officially ended.

Crowds poured out from the gate of the auditorium one after another.However, this is not the end for those freshmen who have just arrived.Rather, it should be counted as the official start after entering Hogwarts.

Because in the future, under the leadership of the prefects of each college, they will divide their own dormitories, and start to really understand this castle that has never been fully explored for many years. Prepare to live here.

"Headmaster Dumbledore."

After all the students left and even the professor left in a hurry, Charlie stood up from his seat and walked to Dumbledore's side in a few steps.

Charlie hesitated for a while, as if he was thinking about how to speak, and after a while, he finally asked

"You called me this time..."

As a result, before he finished speaking, Dumbledore stretched out a hand and stopped his thoughts of continuing with a smile.

"Okay, Charlie... There's still plenty of time tomorrow, and it's not too late to talk about anything."

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

"I've prepared a place for you, it's a staff dormitory - I don't think you'd mind being neighbors with Severus for a night?"

Hearing this, Charlie couldn't help being taken aback, then turned his head subconsciously, and looked at Severus Snape who hadn't left yet and seemed to be waiting for something.

On Snape's face that remained the same for thousands of years, there was also a rare bit of surprise, but he didn't say anything. He just took a deep look at Charlie, then slowly got up and left the auditorium.

Charlie quietly watched Snape's leaving back, raised his eyebrows, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Then do as you think, Headmaster Dumbledore."

But soon, he looked back, nodded to Dumbledore, and said.

After speaking, 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 a little, and it seemed that there was still a sense of mystery.

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

"Send me more sweet and sour fudge...you know, it's the one from last time. The key is that it's almost finished...it tastes pretty good."

Charlie couldn't help laughing, looking at the dean who was still childlike, he could only nod in agreement.

"If you like, you can ask me anytime."

(End of this chapter)