Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 194 Is This What You Mean?

After the two left, in the prison of Azkaban, everything returned to its original appearance.

Silent, gloomy, and oppressive to the point of not being able to see a trace of color.

Those dementors who were frightened by Charlie returned to their original positions in anxiety.

After confirming that the scary guy had disappeared, a sense of relief that had never been seen before finally appeared in the chaotic thoughts...

Still curled up in the corner of the prison, Sirius leaned silently against the moss-covered wall behind him, staring straight at the bag of candies that Charlie put on the ground, lost in thought for a while... After a long time, he staggered Standing up, the footsteps that hadn't moved for a long time staggered, and moved to the iron fence bit by bit, stretched out his hand, and picked it up slowly.

Touching this brilliant color that he hadn't seen for an unknown amount of time, Sirius felt a little clarity in his heart, allowing him to feel a bit of joy and comfort when he closed his eyes.

"Manufactured by Charlie's Candy Factory... at..."

Re-worked on the spot, rubbed the upward raised marks on the wrapping paper, and muttered to himself under the faint light of Azkaban, but the strength in his hand couldn't help tightening up a bit .

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After completing the prison visit and leaving the front post, Charlie and Scrimgeour parted ways after a simple and polite farewell.

In the minister's office of the Ministry of Magic, Cornelius Fudge was sitting behind his desk, stirring the black tea in his hand, while listening to Scrimgeour's report with a kind face...

It wasn't until Scrimgeour finished explaining everything that happened in Azkaban that he put down his teacup and said with a smile

"So Charlie Black just gave you a bag of candies...and then left without saying anything?"

"Yes, as I said."

Scrimgeour nodded, took the bag of candy in his hand, and after carefully examining it for a moment, he continued slowly
"It's just that I didn't expect him to give me a bag of candies... Do you think there is any deep meaning in this?"

However, facing the doubts raised by the other party, Fudge smiled a little more happily, shrugged casually, shook his head, and said with an indifferent attitude
"What's the meaning of this... Oh my God, Scrimgeour, I didn't say that, I think you should think too much, Charlie is a nice person..."

Speaking of this, Fudge paused for a moment, then the corners of his mouth raised a little, as if thinking of something pleasant
"...One, a nice rich man. Maybe he just wants to make friends with you, that's all."

"That's true."

Hearing Fudge's words, Scrimgeour didn't refute. After looking down at the candy in his hand, he seemed to agree with the remarks.

After finishing speaking, he raised his head, put the candy back into the pocket of the windbreaker, and asked
"So, Minister Fudge, is there anything else? If not, I'll go back first."

"Of course, thanks, Scrimgeour, you can go back."

Fudge didn't mean to refuse, and nodded happily, then agreed to the other party's words, and waved his hand casually, as if saying goodbye.

However, just when Scrimgeour turned around and walked to the door, opened it and was about to leave, suddenly, his voice sounded from behind again, stopping him again.

"Wait... Scrimgeour..."

Sighing calmly, Scrimgeour showed a bit of impatience.He showed that look without hesitation, then looked at the fat guy behind the desk again, and asked

"What's wrong?"

"I suggest that you'd better eat the toffee and violets in it quickly. Because they taste better when eaten earlier than if left overnight."

"........."

Scrimgeour twitched the thick beard under his nose, didn't speak, just nodded symbolically, and left without looking back.

With the sound of "Peng", the door of the minister's office was closed by him. Fudge closed his eyes and lay down on the back of the seat leisurely, swaying creakingly while sighing to himself.

"It's really good. Charlie Black's candies... are so delicious, and the taste is unforgettable. It's really amazing."

As he spoke, he licked his somewhat dry lips, opened his narrowed eyes, and glanced at a square box on a shelf not far away—some hot-selling candy that Charlie gave him at that time, and Nothing too valuable, just a small gift to strengthen friendship in private.

In the very beginning, Fudge actually didn't take it too seriously. After accepting it politely, he kept it there and never looked at it again.

Until one time, when I was bored at work, I suddenly remembered it, and then I took one and put it in my mouth... But I never thought about it, and it got out of hand from then on, making Kang, who didn't like eating candies very much, Nelly Fudge, became obsessed with this unique and magical taste.

Today, the originally full box of candies has been eaten to only a small half.If it weren't for the doctors at St. Mungo's who told him to eat less sweets if he wanted to live longer, the candies Charlie sent would have disappeared long ago.

"Eat one more...it shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Fudge knocked on the armrest of the seat, muttering in a low voice with some hesitation, but in his mind, he couldn't help but recall the violet candy that smelled the wind that he ate in his mouth yesterday...

"Okay, just one, just one."

His thoughts were a bit firmer, as if he had made up his mind, he slowly stood up from the action, took rather eager steps, and quickly came to the wooden elevated shelf next to the wall, and slowly moved towards the box. Stretched out his fat palm...

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"Sir Scrimgeour."

"Good afternoon, Director Scrimgeour."

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Walking on the second floor of the Ministry of Magic, on the aisle leading to the office, the area here is divided into many cubicles, and each Auror has a place to work.

They've plastered the cubicle walls with everything from wanted faces of Dark wizards, to pictures of their families, to posters of their favorite Quidditch teams, and clippings from the Daily Prophet. Articles are varied and all-encompassing.

When seeing Scrimgeour walk by, every Auror respectfully sent greetings to express their admiration and respect for this legendary Auror.

Facing the greetings from his subordinates, Scrimgeour's expression remained unchanged, he looked ahead, and only nodded slightly with a symbolic jaw, without expressing anything else.

Taking big strides, walking like the wind, she left in the direction of the office.

After returning to his office, he took out the bag of candies again and put it on the table. After looking at it silently for a while, he carefully tore a hole in the wrapping paper...

"crash"

As the package was opened, as if finding an outlet, the candies full of candies slanted out and spilled randomly on the table. They were crystal clear and in different colors, and they were so beautiful that people couldn't bear to put them in their mouths.

Scrimgeour raised his eyebrows. As a person himself, he doesn't like too sweet tastes. In fact, he also maintains an indifferent attitude towards all kinds of candies, so he didn't take the candies that Charlie gave him. Considering it a suitable gift, I wondered whether it had any deep meaning at the first moment.

However, at this moment, when Scrimgeour saw these marvelous candies, Scrimgeour had to admit that it was not unreasonable for people to like Charlie's candy to such a crazy level... Sure enough, Charlie Black was a genius. When he came off the battlefield and stopped chasing the heads of Death Eaters, his genius still had room to shine...

After thinking about it, he sat back on the office chair, Scrimgeour sighed, rubbed his slightly sore temples, then slowly reached out, picked up one of the most beautiful purple candies from the table, and thought about it. Without thinking, he threw it into his mouth.

……

"boom!!!"

Outside the door, in the Auror's work area, a loud bang from the office startled all the Aurors who were performing their duties.

These most well-trained wizards in the British magic world pulled out their wands almost immediately, and then rushed to the door of Scrimgeour's office.

"Sir!! What happened! Sir!?"

"Are you okay!?"

"Get ready to break the door!!"

With a soft "snap!", it wasn't just an Auror who broke the door lock. As the door slowly opened, under the eyes of everyone, Scrimgeour was standing at the desk, holding a wand, and pointed at the door. The carpet not far away keeps casting spells...

His wand was still emitting white smoke, and on the carpet, there were already large black burn marks, as if he had experienced some terrible disaster.

The serious expression on Scrimgeour's face became shocked... He stared at the mark intently, and after a long time, he finally came to his senses, his expression calmed down, and he let out a deep breath.

Then he waved his hands to the nervous subordinates crowded at the door, and replied:

"Don't worry, I'm fine, I just did a small experiment..."

After finishing speaking, suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, his brows were furrowed, and his scrutinizing gaze swept over everyone.

"...Who blasted the door of my office just now?"

As soon as these words came out, the Aurors who were still gathered together scattered away in the blink of an eye, and all ran back to their seats, pretending that they didn't know anything, and continued to complete the task at hand in a serious manner. Work.

"call………"

Scrimgeour didn't bother with them anymore, after closing the door again, his expression changed again and again, extremely complicated.

Looking at the candies left on the table, he didn't know how to react for a while.

To be honest, the taste of sugar is really good, worthy of crazy praise, but for a person who has no taste for sweets, it's just like that, and it can't give him more reactions... What really shocked Scrimgeour was After the candy is in the mouth, the wonderful power it brings.

That is definitely not an illusion! !As an Auror who is proficient in magic, his perception ability is much higher than that of ordinary wizards.Perhaps in the eyes of other people, this kind of candy just tastes cooler, and there is no other feeling other than delicious.Scrimgeour, however, really felt the extraordinary magic.

And that's why he was eager to pick up his wand and try it on the carpet just now.

"Is this your deep meaning, Charlie..." Scrimgeour muttered to himself, but he couldn't help but start to have various daydreams in his heart.

If this sugar could give him such a wonderful lift... what about the others?
Scrimgeour picked up another licorice stick that was broken into several pieces... After looking at it for a while, he threw it directly into his mouth, and began to feel the mysterious power in it.

The result was naturally not as he had imagined... It was not until Scrimgeour ate one of each kind of candy in the bag that he finally confirmed that the only candy that could carry that wonderful magic was purple. the one of...

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"You're back, Mr. Black."

When Charlie's car drove into the courtyard of the factory, the person who appeared in front of him was not Russell, but Dulu with a cane and a kind smile on his face.

"Good afternoon, Grandpa Truo."

Charlie greeted him, then looked around, and asked in a strange way
"Where is Russell, what did he do again?"

Dulu stroked his beard that was about to be dragged to the ground, and said with a smile
"He is busy preparing Christmas candies with other elves... and I, an old guy, can't help with this kind of thing, so I try to do what I can. He came to obey your bids and orders."

Hearing this, Charlie nodded in understanding, and didn't say anything else. While chatting with Du Lu about the things in the factory for a long time, they walked towards the factory building together.

Just as he was talking, suddenly, a figure in a cloak rushed out from the side, heading straight towards the two of them.

In an instant, almost an instinctive reaction, Dulu's murderous aura soared, he raised his elderberry crutch, and slammed it at the guy who came suddenly at a speed that hardly belonged to his age.

The crutch pierced the air and let out a loud hiss. However, at the moment when it was about to hit, the voice from the cloak caused Dulu to stop the crutch abruptly in mid-air, only a few centimeters away from the opponent's forehead.

"Yes...it's me, Mr. Black, Grandpa Dulu, I'm Pumbaa."

It seemed that he was frightened by Dulu's fierce methods, and Peng Peng's voice became stammered.

Under the shadow of the hood, his eyelids trembled slightly, he couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva as he looked at the head of the staff that had just been enlarged in his sight...

He knew that his skull was about to burst, and his brains would splatter out...

(End of this chapter)