Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 47 Hagrid
The Leaky Cauldron
Noisy shouts mixed with the pervasive aroma of wine.Mixed with faint and misty unknown smoke, it renders the main tone here.

"what!!!"

Beside the slightly old round wooden table, he smashed the wine glass he drank heavily on the table.

Feeling the wine juice rolling down the throat and into the stomach, stimulating every cell in the whole body, I couldn't help but tremble.

Hagrid's face was flushed under the thick beard, and he couldn't help belching loudly.

He licked his lips and rubbed his beard, which was slightly stained with beer, with his hand.

Then he raised the cup in his hand again, turned his head towards the bar counter, and yelled in a voice that almost covered all the sounds in the bar

"Tom!!! I'm done drinking! Get me some more!!"

Behind the bar, the old man with almost stripped hair and wrinkled face raised his head slowly.

He cast a glance not far away at the huge and strong man who seemed to be enjoying himself and was still shaking his wine glass at him.

"You've had fourteen drinks, Hagrid! Don't forget you've got things to do later."

He didn't move, but continued to wipe the beer glass in his hand, and then reminded him leisurely.

"matter……"

Hagrid put down some of the wine glass he had held high.

He froze for a moment, and murmured again what Tom had said.Because of the effect of alcohol, the brain that doesn't think much is even more confused at this moment.

Hagrid frowned, and began to press his temples with his huge fingers, trying to make his brain feel better in this way, but obviously it didn't help, Hagrid's mind was still in a mess, and he couldn't think of anything at all. s things.

His elbows rested on the table, supporting his huge body.The old wooden table made a harsh "squeak" sound.

Old Tom's eyelids behind the bar couldn't help trembling, for fear that the wooden table, who was older than him, would be completely honorably sacrificed today.

So he hurriedly put down the beer mug in his hand and ran out from behind the bar.

Old Tom stretched out his hand to barely support Hagrid, who almost pressed half of his body on the table, and then continued:
"Did you forget? When you came here, you said that Headmaster Albus Dumbledore gave you some important task..."

"Deng... Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Hagrid half-closed his eyes, and subconsciously repeated Tom's words.

After that, he let the already stooped little old man strenuously support his arm, trying to save his beloved small round wooden table.

"Principal Dumbledore!?!?"

However, the next moment... It was as if an electric current had flowed through his mind, instantly waking up the drunken man.

"hiss……"

Taking a deep breath of cool air, the half-closed eyes instantly widened, and there was no trace of drunkenness in the eyes anymore.

Old Tom, who was struggling to support his huge arm, suddenly felt light on his body, and subconsciously raised his head to look again.

I saw that Hagrid, who was still drunk and in a trance, barely stood up at this moment.

"Tom! What time is it!?"

He stretched out his hand and picked up the linen robe that was placed aside, and asked in a panic
"Forehead……"

Old Tom blinked, then turned to look at the watch hanging on the wall beside him.

"Fifteen...fifty?"

As soon as these words came out, Hagrid, who was already flustered, turned from flushing to pale.

"It's over, it's over..."

While muttering in his mouth, he began to reel with some fluttering footsteps.

After knocking down a few unoccupied tables in the fuss, he finally broke open the wooden door of the bar and got out.

Old Tom raised his eyebrows, looked at the somewhat messy scene in front of him, "hummed" twice, but didn't say much, and started to clean up on his own.

Obviously, this is not the first time.

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Headmaster's Office at Hogwarts
The sunlight shone in through the glazed windows and sprinkled on the yellowish paper on the desk.

On the wall are portraits of previous principals sleeping with their eyes closed.

Phoenix Fox with its head buried in flame-like feathers on a brass cage...

At the same time, it also sprinkled on the old man with white beard and hair and kind face behind the desk - Albus Dumbledore.

Dumbledore lowered his eyes, staring at the paper full of things in front of him, as if he was thinking about something.

At the same time, he reached into the half-opened drawer below, took out two candies with ease, threw them into his mouth, and waited quietly for them to slowly melt in his mouth and finally disappear.

The entire office was extremely quiet, and the only sound was the friction of the quill Dumbledore picked up from time to time across the paper.

Time and space seem to stand still at this moment, like an elegant picture scroll, everything looks so leisurely and beautiful.

until…

"Bang bang bang!!"

There was a sudden knock on the door.Just like a stone thrown into the calm water, the waves of ripples completely broke the calm into irreparable fragments.

On the surrounding walls, the portraits of the principals who were still resting all came to life in an instant.

"Oh my God……"

"Oh, damn it! Albus! You should tell him to take it easy! It's like this every time, and sooner or later the office door will be taken down by him!!"

"...This office is older than our combined age! You should tell him not to do this to this poor door!"

"It's this guy again... every time he comes he wakes me up!"

"I'm an old guy!! Should have enough rest!!"

"Damn it! You should fire him!"

…………

Or angry, or irritable, or helpless, or sigh.

Although the words are noisy, the meanings expressed by these portraits of principals with distinct personalities and different ideas are very consistent...

It's nothing more than a heartfelt complaint against outsiders.

Even Fox couldn't help but let out two obviously unhappy cries.Stretch out your wings, covering your little head.

"Okay, be quiet, Headmasters."

Albus Dumbledore raised his lowered eyes again. While looking at the door of the headmaster's office which was banged loudly, and some sawdust could still be vaguely seen flying out, he helplessly raised his hand to signal the door on the wall. The portraits fell silent again.

"Hagrid?"

Dumbledore asked slowly

"Principal... sorry I'm late."

Outside the door, Hagrid's voice sounded a little embarrassed.

But fortunately, the wind that blew all the way made him completely awake, and his speech was no longer as vague as it was in the Leaky Cauldron.

"It's okay, please come in."

(End of this chapter)