Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 235 No one knows how much he ate
The next day, as usual, after handing over all the specific matters of the factory to Russell, Charlie set off with the luggage specially prepared for him and embarked on a journey to Paris.

Before leaving the British wizarding world, Charlie made another trip to Hogwarts to meet Headmaster Dumbledore.It's just that this time, Dumbledore was catching up with Dumbledore as a substitute teacher to give Defense Against the Dark Arts to the first-year little wizards, so the two of them didn't talk in the office like they used to.Instead, it seemed that he had returned to the time when he was still in Hogwarts, walking in the corridors and chatting without saying a word.

"You take this."

The two of them walked down the stairs, walking among the young wizards rushing to class one after another. Suddenly, Dumbledore seemed to think of something. He picked up his thick lesson plan, rummaged through it, and put one The inconspicuous crumpled note was handed over to Charlie.

"This is..." Charlie raised his eyebrows, and after taking the opportunity, he looked at it curiously.

There was no magical fluctuation on the note, just as it appeared, it was an ordinary note that could no longer be ordinary, and on it, an address was randomly written in ink strokes: "51 rue Montmorency, [-]rd arrondissement, Paris, France"

Looking at the ink marks that have not been completely wiped off, it should be that Dumbledore just wrote it in the office not long ago.

Dumbledore explained with a smile, "Nicole Flamel is the most troublesome person in the world, so if it is not necessary, he seldom gives his address."

Charlie understood, and then showed a smile, "It seems that I am a lucky one."

"Who said it wasn't."

Dumbledore also blinked mischievously like a child, and laughed.

"By the way, I've actually been wanting to ask since just now."

Just when Charlie carefully folded the note less than half the size of a palm and put it into his clothes, suddenly, Dumbledore paused, turned his head, and looked at it with curious and probing eyes, looking at it. Charlie beside him looked him up and down.

"What?" Charlie responded
"Why didn't you wear the windbreaker you always wear today, instead you changed into such a strange one." Dumbledore said, raising his hand and lightly touching the strange surface of Charlie's down jacket at the moment.Feeling the feel of this different textile fabric, I couldn't help being surprised.

"What about my Christmas present from my general agent in the Muggle world, isn't it wonderful?"

"It's very interesting." Dumbledore was willing to express his admiration. Unlike ordinary antiques of this age, Dumbledore can show 120% curiosity and tolerance for anything he has never touched. In fact, he and his younger brother, Aberforth, are very similar.

Just when Dumbledore was about to chat with Charlie on the topic of this novelty down jacket, suddenly, from behind them, two familiar voices came from behind.

"Mr. Black!"

"uncle!"

The two people who heard the sound stopped in unison, and looked back subconsciously, only to see Draco and Harry trotting in unison with unconcealed excitement, standing one meter in front of Charlie. .

Behind the two of them, Hermione sighed helplessly, paced and followed behind, and only bowed politely when Dumbledore and Charlie turned around. He signaled and greeted the two of them.

"Mr. Black, Headmaster Dumbledore, good morning."

"You too, Miss Granger."

Charlie responded with a smile along with Dumbledore, while opening his hands, rubbing Harry and Draco's heads as usual.

Then he lowered his head, looked at Harry who was full of joy, and asked softly, "How is Christmas going? Do you still like the Christmas present I gave you?"

Harry nodded hastily, and at the same time, the expression on his face became more excited

"Yeah! I like it very much! That broom is great! When I ride on it, even the Slytherin school team's Seeker Trins can't easily catch up with me."

"Well, great! Glad to see you liked it."

Charlie also laughed, and after giving a look full of encouragement and affirmation, he said so.

"Do you like Quidditch very much?"

"I like it very much!" Harry said firmly without even hesitating.
Even Draco, who was beside him, did not hide the admiration in his eyes for his good friend's talent in such a negative way, and added with emotion

"Harry is an amazing Quidditch genius I have seen, especially when he is on the field, his figure is as fast as lightning. No one in the group of Quidditch players thought that a first-year student could be so It's amazing..."

As if thinking of something, Charlie raised his eyebrows inexplicably, turned his head, and looked in Dumbledore's direction.

Dumbledore looked back at him with a smile, and the lips under the bushy beard moved slightly. Although there was no sound, Charlie could vaguely guess that the other party said, "Like his father, right?"

After curling his lips and giving his old headmaster a noncommittal expression, Charlie turned his head again and patted Harry on the shoulder vigorously: "Well done, kid!"

While talking, suddenly, Dumbledore seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly said

"What about the little Weasley who is with you all the time, why isn't he here today?"

Hearing this, Charlie suddenly realized that Arthur's son, Ron Weasley, was not among them at the moment.

"Oh, Ron..."

The three of them looked at each other with strange expressions in their eyes. After a while, Hermione explained the whole story.

"Ron ate too much candy yesterday and broke his stomach. He's in the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey just fed him three big bowls of disgusting potions."

Listening to Hermione's words, Dumbledore laughed before Charlie said anything.

"Hahahahaha..." Following his laughter, the thick and white beard seemed to have a life of its own.

After laughing for a while, he said with an inexplicable certainty, "There must be other reasons that caused him to have a stomachache. As we all know, it is impossible to get sick just by eating candy."

"Didn't you notice that the vending machines from No. 13 to No. [-] are not replenished today?"

As soon as this remark came out, Dumbledore's expression changed from the initial determination to astonishment and disbelief: "How much did he eat?"

Draco shook his head seriously, "No one, no one knows how much he ate."

(End of this chapter)