Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

At this moment, the candy factory is located in the back kitchen of the cafeteria in the living area of ​​the elves, and it is bustling with activity.

Little elves wearing chef hats and aprons ran back and forth in the already crowded aisles, shuttling between ovens and stoves one after another, excitedly cooking a lot of delicacies to be enjoyed together later.

"Where's the turkey? Come on, it's time for the third coat of honey on the turkey!

"

"Don't cut the beef so thin! Mr. Charlie is entertaining distinguished guests this time, and the taste is the most important thing!

"

"Come on?! Shouldn't you be eating French fries? Why are you still standing here!"

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In the center of the kitchen, on the table that should have been used by the chef, Chafcha, who has always been taciturn and serious, is rolling up his sleeves at the moment, cutting parsley, and skillfully giving instructions, as if he has already regarded this place as his own. work place.

As the real chef in charge here, Spie could only stand respectfully beside him, with a smirk on his face, and cook carefully.

"what happened?"

At the door of the kitchen, Dab, who had just returned from Hogwarts, stared wide-eyed, looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief, his eyes flickered with a strange meaning, as if he saw something extremely abnormal.

It's not surprising that Dabu reacted like this. You must know that when he usually saw his father, the other party was sitting at the desk in clothes and leather shoes, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, flipping through the accounts while sipping Mouth thinking.Invisibly, there is a nervous temperament.

And it seemed that he was cutting vegetables and shouting at the same time in the kitchen, but he had never seen it since he was born.

If you want to make an analogy, it's like an Italian ordering a glass of iced Americano at Starbucks... You can't say it won't appear, but when it does appear, it looks so weird.

"Mom, why is Dad cooking in the kitchen?? Isn't that Uncle Spi's job?"

Immediately, Dabu turned his head, looked at Enke who was smiling beside him, and asked involuntarily.

"Your father is the elf who knows how to cook the most in the whole factory... Because the people Mr. Black is going to entertain this time are very important, he is worried about making mistakes, so he is going to prepare the formal dinner himself."

Anke stared affectionately at the man who was as elegant as art in the kitchen, with all the ingredients at his fingertips. There was happiness in his eyes, but also a little bit of emotion and reminiscence.

"You know, before your father met Mr. Black, he was already in charge of the Hogwarts kitchen! Back then, your Uncle Spie was the sous chef he brought out..."

When Anke said this, he paused for a moment, and then continued:

"Later, since he was attracted by Mr. Black's philosophy and followed him, Mr. Black believed that he could better show his talent in management, which made him change from an extraordinary chef to the supervisor of the finance department. "

Hearing this, Dab was completely speechless in astonishment.You know, he never heard from his parents what happened before he met Mr. Black and set up the factory.I didn't expect to hear such amazing news for the first time today.

Immediately afterwards, he immediately realized what was going on.

"So... I returned to Hogwarts this time, in a sense, I can be regarded as inheriting my father's career?"

Immediately, Dabu looked at Chavcha's eyes with a little more strangeness, as if he had a new understanding of his always serious and awesome father.

Soon, under Chafcha's orderly command, the turkey, which was shiny in color, crispy on the outside and bulging with stuffing inside, was taken out of the oven unsteadily under the concerted efforts of the two elves.

When the turkey leaves the oven, its aroma mixed with honey and many spices is instantly accompanied by rising white mist, sweeping the entire kitchen.

All the elves who were busy last second stopped moving by coincidence, greedily sniffing the beautiful smell.

Chafcha, who was standing on a small bench making mushroom soup, raised his head and glanced at the wall clock on the wall. After a brief estimate of the time, he told the two elves:

"Wait a minute, Mr. Black's guests should arrive in a while, the turkey is on the side first!"

Immediately afterwards, smoked ham, steak, Christmas pudding, gingerbread, deep-fried oil balls, etc... also completed the final cooking one after another, and put them one by one into the exquisite silver plate and waited to be served.

"call……"

Seeing that the work was coming to an end, Chavcha breathed a sigh of relief, put down his rolled up sleeves, patted Spie next to him, and signaled:
"Okay, everything that should be prepared is almost ready, and then you will leave it to you."

"Understood!" Spie nodded hurriedly, took the spoon from Chafcha with a look of admiration, and couldn't help admiring
"As expected of you, Boss! Even after so many years, the craftsmanship is still frighteningly stable..."

Chafcha smiled a little on his face, waved his hand casually, and was about to be modest, but was suddenly stopped by a voice.

"father!"

He was taken aback for a moment, and then he reacted and turned his head to look in the direction of the sound. Sure enough, he saw his son Dabu, who had walked into the kitchen at some point, looking at him with a smile on his face.

"Why did you come back?"

However, when he saw Dabu, Chafcha's reaction was not the surprise of ordinary parents, but frowned slightly, and asked quite seriously

"Christmas is the sales peak of Charlie's candies in a year. Shouldn't you manage those vending machines at Hogwarts at this time? Don't forget, how you promised Mr. Black in the first place! As a result, How long did it take before you ran back in a flash?!"

"Mr. Black called me back."

Hearing his father's serious tone, Chavcha's smile didn't diminish, but even brightened, and he answered:
"Mr. said that this is the first time I've been away from home for such a long time. You and your mother think me so badly, so you asked me to come back to spend Christmas with you."

After hearing this, Chavcha's brows loosened a little, but the tense face did not completely dissipate.

Just when he opened his mouth and was about to say something more, Dabu, who already knew what the other party was thinking, spoke first
"I found someone to help me in Hogwarts. He will help me deal with the problem of the vending machine. Anyway, I just restock it once I see it is out of stock. It's very simple, and there won't be any problems."

It wasn't until he heard this that Chafcha's serious face finally calmed down, his beard twitched twice, he turned his head to look at his wife not far away, coughed and said
"Actually, it's all your mother... I don't feel much. On the contrary, after you left, the room became much cleaner... Mr. Black is good everywhere, but he likes to exaggerate the facts..."

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At the same time, in Hogwarts Dab's hut, Ron was lying gracefully among the candies like a hill, holding a large handful of jumping beans in his left hand, and several ice plum candies in his right hand, just It's like a left and right bow, and I can't stop sending it to my mouth...

After a while, he finally hiccupped, looked up at the ceiling with blurred eyes, and muttered to himself

"My God, this must be heaven..."

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At the same time, when the elves were excitedly preparing to entertain Mr. Black's distinguished guests, the mansion in Malfoy Manor was also shrouded in long-lost joy.

"Draco."

On the sofa in the front hall, Narcissa raised her head and looked in the direction of Draco's room on the second floor, calling loudly:

"We'll be leaving for your uncle's factory in a while, are you ready?"

"...not yet, Mom! I need to find a decent enough dress!

This is to prove that I attach great importance to my uncle's invitation!

"

In the room, Draco poked his head out, responded eagerly to his mother downstairs, and then closed the door tightly with a "Peng" sound, leaving no gaps.

"Okay." Narcissa raised her eyebrows, didn't say anything, just nodded, and continued to instruct
"Just hurry up, otherwise your father will definitely talk about you again later."

Speaking of this, suddenly, Narcissa seemed to think of something, frowned slightly, turned her head and looked in the direction of the study... Subconsciously said to herself

"By the way, where is your father? It seems that since I entered the study two hours ago, I haven't seen him come out."

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Unlike the unavoidable bright lights, the study room is completely dark... Only the few strands of bright moonlight outside the heavy curtains shine in, becoming the only light here.A little bit of darkness was dispelled, adding a bit of tranquility and agility to it.

And by the faint moonlight, Lucius' figure was faintly visible.He sat upright behind the desk, with his thin lips slightly pursed, his brows furrowed tightly, his complex and deep eyes converged on one point, staring straight at the dilapidated wooden box that was placed on the table at the moment, as if he was falling into a certain situation. In the entanglement of the battle between heaven and man.

After a long while, he exhaled deeply from his mouth, as if he had made up his mind at this moment, he slowly raised his hand, and gently pulled open the long-corroded iron lock on the box.

Immediately afterwards, Lucius exerted a slight force on his hand, and with the "creaking" sound of the box shaft being damaged, a small gap began to appear and gradually became larger.

"........."

The muscles on his cheeks twitched inexplicably, and even his fingers trembled like never before.

"Honey, what are you doing?"

However, just when the gap in the wooden box was getting bigger and bigger, and it was about to be completely opened to reveal the contents inside, a sudden sound made him push back the box cover heavily like a reflex.

"Nothing at all!

"

Lucius subconsciously shouted loudly, and at the same time suddenly raised his head to look in the direction of the sound.

I saw that my wife was standing at the door impressively at the moment, squinting her eyes, examining her husband's strange behavior suspiciously.

After a moment of silence, he spoke

"Honey you scare me..."

"Hold, sorry honey."

Lucius heaved a sigh of relief, subconsciously reached out and wiped away the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, calmed down his emotions and responded warmly

Narcissa raised her eyebrows, didn't say anything more, but slowly shifted her gaze to the conspicuous dilapidated wooden box, and asked

"What is this? Why didn't I know there was such a thing at home."

"...the old things from a long time ago have been kept in the utility room. I just found them today."

"Find out what to do?"

"Hmm..." Lucius hesitated for a while, and then said slowly
"I'm going to give it to Charlie for Christmas... I guess he'll like it."