Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

In the Malfoy mansion, when the minute hand of the big clock was about to point to twelve, the family of three had already made all necessary preparations.

The clothes are even more decent and appropriate. They are not as extravagant and gorgeous as attending the formal dinners of other nobles, but they can reflect the importance they attach to this family banquet through exquisite details and patterns.

Even the most picky etiquette officer may not be able to find anything wrong with it.

Draco was dressed as delicately as a porcelain doll at the moment, and his flawless skin was a bit whiter than before.His face was red, and his eyes were shining brightly like stars.

A pair of little hands held together by Lucius and Narcissa were sweating a little, and even breathing was a bit short of breath, completely lost the calmness, arrogance and indifference that they had in school, completely changed into the appearance that a child should have.

But these reactions are also normal. After all, in his heart, going to his uncle's factory this time is more of a symbolic meaning than a formality, representing his uncle's approval.

You know, how many people in the magic world have been to that mysterious candy factory?Among the people who can be counted in two palms, how many little wizards are as old as him--he is probably the only one!
From this, Draco can draw the final conclusion. Among my peers, I am the only little wizard recognized by my uncle!The only one in the entire British magic world, and even in the world magic world!

Every time he thinks of this, the smile on Draco's face will become brighter, and even his high-spirited posture like a swan will become more upright.

This is probably a common problem that children cannot escape. No matter how smart you are and how mature you are, at this special age, the second disease will find you silently and leave you behind. , will be ashamed to pick the good memories of feet...

As if noticing the change in her son's mood, Narcissa nodded slightly, and cast her gaze downward.

Suddenly, she discovered something, bowed down, and asked in a low voice

"Draco, where did you get your foundation??"

.........

Lucius was in a mess at the moment.Although the surface looks the same as usual, his eyes are still indifferent, his thin lips are tightly closed, and his chin is slightly raised. From the inside out, he reveals the unique arrogance and momentum of an old-fashioned nobleman.

However, in fact, if Draco hadn't been disturbed by such excitement and anticipation, he could clearly feel that his father's palms were also faintly oozing sweat.

"Dingdong!
"

Finally, as the pointer moved, it landed steadily on the topmost "twelve", and the bell that symbolized the departure was immediately remembered, stirring in this spacious mansion, and echoing again and again. to disappear.

"Okay, it's time."

Lucius' Adam's apple rolled up and down, and then he spoke, as if speaking to Narcissa and Draco, but as if speaking to himself.

After all, in the hearts of the other two people present, the meaning of this family banquet is not the same.

One thinks it is "uncle's acknowledgment of himself", and the other understands it as "brother's longing for sister"...  …

Only Lucius knew that the real purpose of Charlie's banquet was to give the Malfoy family a chance to stand in line.

Voldemort, or Charlie Black.

At this gathering, Charlie put this choice in front of Lucius impressively.

Although in the car that day, Lucius was furious under the influence of alcohol because of Voldemort's actions, and agreed to Charlie's invitation.

But after he returned home and calmed down, reason took over his brain again, and following it was great fear and fear.

You know, that's Voldemort!

The Dark Lord who once swept the entire British wizarding world.

Perhaps for other wizards in the magic world, this name only represents the fear and fear from the deepest part of their hearts, and it has turned into an abstract concept, which is too indescribable.

But as Voldemort's former right-hand man, who has been serving him for more than ten years, Lucius has a very clear understanding of his strength.

However, the more he understands, the more frightened he becomes. Even though he knows that Charlie Blake is an undisputed genius, he is still too young after all... As for whether he can fight Voldemort in his heyday, Lucius's heart is doubtful.

Not to mention those crazy Death Eaters under him who worship him as a belief... Just thinking about it is suffocating.

Even now, Lucius still firmly believes that if Voldemort hadn't been killed by the curse cast on Harry Potter because of carelessness, then the entire British wizarding world, and even the world, would definitely fall into his hands. In the world, he built it into a pure-blooded paradise as imagined...

Just when Lucius's mind was full of thoughts, like a rotten lake, Draco tugged his hand, shaking him out of his thoughts and back to reality.

"Father, should we go?"

With an unconcealable smile on the corner of Draco's mouth, he looked at him nervously and full of expectation, and asked in a low voice.

For some reason, when he saw Draco's smiling face, the fear and anxiety that had been entangled in Lucius's heart for a second suddenly disappeared in this second.

"Um……"

After a moment of silence for about two or three seconds, he squeezed Draco's hand a little tighter.Immediately, a force surged out of his eyes.

This is something that the Malfoy family has never lacked. "Family affection"

"let's go."

Lucius took a deep breath, and after finishing speaking, he and Narcissa pulled Draco into the fireplace together.

lingdiankan.
With the sound of "Peng!" the Floo powder in their hands fell into it, and a raging flame ignited, the three of them chanted in unison.

"Charlie Black Candy Factory!"

In the next second, flames rose up, swept the entire fireplace in an instant, and completely engulfed the figures of the three people and disappeared on the spot.

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Just after they left, Dobby, who was still wearing the dirty pillowcase in the mansion's kitchen, walked into the front hall with his head drooping.

Its eyes fell on the fireplace.Looking at the sparks rising and flying mixed with furnace ash, the nose couldn't help but twitch.

"Master has gone to Mr. Charlie Black's factory... Only Dobby is left at home."

"Dobby also wants to go to Mr. Black... Maybe Mr. Black can convince the master to let him be free?"

.........

……

In this way, in the huge mansion, only Dobby was talking about it.

However, it looks so out of place with the magnificent decoration and the warm and bright lights.