Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 238 An Ordinary Surname

Furstenberg Square in the sixth arrondissement of Paris is located in a relatively backward area, as if it was separated from the skyscrapers and colorful metropolis by some magic. Even now, it is still revealed from top to bottom. There is an ancient atmosphere from a hundred years ago.The moment people step into this place, a burst of trance and awe can't help but rise in their hearts.

When Charlie and Little Sanchez walked through the intricate and remote alleyways and came here, a gust of wind blowing from nowhere quickly swept across the originally silent open space, as if giving it The new vitality also blows away all the snow covering the round platform in the center of the square.

After leading Charlie to the entrance on the round platform, Sanchez Jr. stopped. At the same time, he still did not forget the respect and humility in his tone. After slightly lowering his head and bowing, he whispered

"Just stand in the middle and cough, and the magic will send you to the headquarters of the Ministry of Magic."

"Okay." Charlie nodded, and suddenly was about to look up and down to study the four towering trees around him and the unique magic under his feet, but he saw that Gao Biqi Sanchez stopped and didn't intend to come up together , so he raised his eyebrows suspiciously, and asked, "Aren't you going with me?"

Little Sanchez hurriedly waved his hand and declined with a smile: "When you arrive at the lobby of the Ministry of Magic, they will have someone to take you to the registration office to complete the registration. As for me... just wait here for you to come out."

"OK then."

Charlie listened to little Sanchez's words, and didn't think too much. He just thought for a while, then nodded and agreed immediately.Then he found a place on the anchor-like pillar altar in the center of the round platform. According to Sanchez Jr., he covered his mouth with his hands and coughed twice deliberately.

In the next second, there was a rumbling sound accompanied by a sudden shaking, and the four towering trees that were still standing still just now were all given life at this moment. The "cracking" branches knocked the snow on the ground, intertwined and intertwined above Charlie's head, intertwined and covered the sky, and the thick rhizomes below also meandered from the soil, covering the sky. The gap of the entire platform.

Charlie's eyes lit up slightly, and he wasn't frightened at all. Instead, he didn't even blink his eyes, admiring with great interest a birdcage elevator made of vines and branches. In just a few seconds, he went from nothing to Something appeared in front of his eyes, and Charlie couldn't help admiring "creative"

By comparison, the telephone booth at the British Ministry of Magic seemed less intentional.After all, there are more and more similar dramas in recent movies. You may not know when a Muggle has a whim, and thus really tricked himself into the hall of the Ministry of Magic by accident.

Just when Charlie was thinking about whether he could discuss with Fudge about sponsoring a new entrance to the Ministry of Magic when he returned to England, which would be opened in a Charlie's candy store, the elevator that had been formed by the surrounding trees was turned again. Moved once.

Charlie only felt a shock around him, and his body lightened, and then the scene outside the elevator suddenly became blurred.

Before he could react and the movement disappeared, the scene outside the elevator had changed from the Furstenberg Square just now to a brightly lit, exquisite and prosperous Art Nouveau decoration hall.

Looking at the hollow iron carvings on the glass dome that look like works of art, and the smooth and bright marble floor tiles that can't even find the slightest variegation...even he couldn't help but click his tongue.

"Does the French Ministry of Magic usually sponsor a lot?"

After looking around for a week, and taking all the environment of the hall into his eyes, Charlie walked slowly down the elevator.While walking, he murmured in a low voice.

When he got off the elevator, a black wizard wearing a gray fleece robe quickly greeted him. After standing still in front of Charlie, he greeted him first.

"Hi sir, welcome to the Ministry of Magic, may I help you?"

"I just came from the UK and I'm here to register." Charlie replied
"Okay, I understand the registration office of foreign wizards, please go over there." The black wizard nodded, and then stretched out his hand to lead in the direction of a corridor in the distance.

"Thank you." After not staying too long until he simply said his thanks, Charlie strode away in the direction guided by the man.

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In fact, a wizard is a kind of existence with a sense of territory, and rarely leaves his place to "travel".From ancient times to the present, even at the end of the 20th century, in European regions with traditional magic inheritance, this habit has not changed much.So no matter which country it is, the department in charge of registration will always be the most leisurely and boring.Similarly, it also means that the staff inside are also extraordinarily lazy...

When Charlie found the registration office in the direction pointed by the black man, and opened the door, behind the only service desk inside, a middle-aged woman with orange fluffy and long wavy hair was taking a nap at her desk, even Even the creaking sound of the old wooden door being pushed open failed to wake her up immediately.

It was Charlie who sat in front of the service desk and whispered a few words before barely bringing her back to reality from her sleep.The woman who woke up was obviously dissatisfied with this move towards her sweet dream, she lifted her eyelids and glanced forward in dissatisfaction, until she saw that the person in front of her was a handsome guy, the resentment in her heart was a little less, and she stretched After adjusting his sitting posture by a few points, he took out a sheet from the stacked tables and placed it in front of him, and asked quietly

"Name."

"Charlie Black." Charlie replied truthfully.
"Charlie Black? I seem to have heard this name somewhere before."

The floating quill kept writing and drawing on the paper, while the woman raised her eyebrows and asked curiously
Charlie smiled, glanced at the middle-aged woman in front of him, shrugged his shoulders, and said nonsense
"Maybe it's the same name... After all, Charlie is a very common name, and in the British wizarding world, the surname Black is also common and not very rare."

Listening to Charlie's words, the woman frowned slightly, as if she was thinking about something in her head, but in the blink of an eye, she relaxed her brows again, curled her lips indifferently, and replied
"That's probably what it is."

(End of this chapter)