Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 87 Hit him!Dexter!Hit him!

The principal's room was extremely quiet, except for the chatting of the two with a little smile from time to time, there was no sound.

Even the portraits of previous principals on the wall opened their eyes from their usual slumber, staring curiously, sizing up, or staring at the two below them in surprise.

Of course, they paid more attention to Charlie.

They were probably surprised, after all, they seemed to have never seen anyone who could still hold the initiative in the conversation with Dumbledore, maintaining that incredible confidence and calmness.

You know, they have also seen Dumbledore talking with Fudge, the current minister of the Ministry of Magic, here.

Although the other party still put on the airs of a minister, facing the old man with white beard and hair in front of him, he still held his head high and refused to lose half of his aura.

However, the principals of the past generations are all good people. Although it is just a portrait and not the real person, it is possible to see at a glance the lack of confidence under Fudge's strong frame.

Only Charlie, whom they had never seen before... He made Dumbledore a qualified listener, narrating what he wanted to say at a leisurely pace, and it seemed extremely natural from beginning to end.

The conversation between Charlie and Dumbledore was still going on, but one of the portraits on the wall suddenly began to shake slightly.

He shook, knocking the corner of his picture frame against another painting next to him, so as to attract the other's attention.

"What are you doing, Phineas?"

The portrait of the headmaster who was knocked down frowned somewhat dissatisfied, and looked aside.

"Look..."

The portrait of Phineas Black, known as "the worst Hogwarts headmaster in history", showed a somewhat cheerful smile on his face.He stared straight at the young man below, lowered his voice and said to the other

"That's our Black boy... good boy, really good boy..."

Phineas murmured, and there was a kind of kindness and kindness in his eyes that had never been seen before.

"Look, this is the excellent blood of our Black family, and only our Black blood can give birth to such an excellent child."

While talking, Phineas couldn't help sighing, and said sincerely with a bit of exclamation
"How old is he?! I don't think he's over 35."

Having said that, he paused again, glanced left and right, and then lowered his already low voice even more.

"I guess he will definitely be hung on this wall in the future! In this way, two of our Black family will become the headmasters of Hogwarts!"

However, facing his words, the portrait of the principal who was disturbed by him snorted disdainfully.

He stroked his thick red beard, and the thick eyebrows on his eyes raised slightly, making the whole person look like a lion who is not angry and majestic. There is almost no need to know anything else. Judging from his appearance, you can tell It was accurately judged that this was a Gryffindor-born headmaster.

"I don't think so..."

The corners of his mouth covered under the beard hooked up, as if he was not used to seeing Phineas so embarrassed, he sneered back.

"I've never seen a pure black with such beautiful blonde hair..."

Hearing his words, Phineas couldn't help being taken aback for a moment, and then subconsciously asked, "What do you mean?"

However, the other party moved his eyes elsewhere, instead of looking at Phineas beside him, curled his lips and said

"Means nothing………"

"I'm fighting with you!!!"

In an instant, Phineas came to his senses, his originally thin and pale face was flushed red with anger, his whole body was like a cat with its hair blown, and it rushed towards the red-bearded old man next door together with the picture frame.

For an extremely pure-blooded old antique, such words are definitely even worse than scolding his mother.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing!"

Finally, the commotion between the two people started to quarrel, and gradually expanded, finally attracting the eyes that were still looking down.

"Hit him! Dexter! Hit him!"

"Give Phineas a good look!"

"Come on! You nasty fellow!"

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For a while, the originally quiet headmaster's office became noisy again, and from the mouths of many headmasters who were idle and bored, and watching the excitement was not a big deal, they could probably confirm that Phineas, the "most hated Hogwarts headmaster in history" well-deserved title.”

In the end, Charlie and Dumbledore had to interrupt the original conversation ahead of time, and raised their heads together to cast their gazes at the place where the noise occurred.

"Calm down! Principals! Please be quiet!"

Dumbledore sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose with some headaches, but it seemed that he was no longer surprised by this confusion.

But in fact, it is understandable... After all, a group of old people have nothing to do all day long since they were hung here. Apart from sleeping, they are helping Dumbledore with advice.

Charlie couldn't help laughing dumbfoundedly, looking at the scene in front of him with a bit of novelty in his eyes.

He didn't expect that the dignified and majestic principals of the past generations would have such a "lively" side.

He lowered his head again, first glanced at the sun outside the window, then turned his eyes to Dumbledore again, and said with a smile
"It seems that I have been staying for a while, and everything has been settled. If this is the case, then I will leave first."

While talking, he stood up from the original high stool, tidied up the clothes on his body, smoothed out the creases that had been pressed out, and restored his original elegant demeanor again.

"Indeed... time is really fast enough."

Seeing that the principals are not going to listen to him at all, and the "battle" between Phineas and Dexter is getting fiercer (actually two picture frames colliding)
Dumbledore simply didn't care about them anymore.He withdrew his gaze and put it back on Charlie, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
In the words, there seemed to be some regrets that had not yet been carried out.

It has to be said that for Dumbledore, Charlie can indeed be regarded as an excellent chat partner.

Whether it's his unrestrained ideas or astonishing ideas, they can make him feel interesting. Compared with other people who always listen to him carefully when facing him, Dumbledore actually prefers this kind of The feeling of being a listener.

"Aren't you going to stay a little longer?"

Dumbledore continued to ask gently and kindly
"No..."

Charlie shook his head and responded
"There's still something going on in the factory...I need to go back and take a look at it soon."

(End of this chapter)