Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 39 Sleek and Complex

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"Charlie..."

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"Charlie?"

"..."

"Charlie!"

Charlie woke up from the dining table, raised his head suddenly, restrained his thoughts, and returned to reality.

Looking in the direction of the voice, he saw his sister Narcissa, who was looking at him worriedly at the moment, holding a silver plate of food in her hand.

"Sorry, I was just distracted."

Shaking his head, Charlie stood up, carefully took the silver plate from Narcissa's hand, placed it on the dining table, and said with a little apology.

"I've never seen your mind wander before... are you thinking about something?"

Narcissa raised her pretty brows, looked a little surprised, and then asked.

"It's some things in the factory... You know, since the business of the factory has grown bigger and bigger, there are more things to consider... After all, you have to support such a big family, and you have to be more responsible."

Listening to her brother's words, Narcissa couldn't help frowning.

She opened her mouth and experienced a moment of hesitation, but finally couldn't help but speak.

"You are so kind to those house elves... Maybe they are indeed a powerful force, but you should also know your identity... The heir of the dignified Black family, you are born noble, how can you be with those house elves?" What do things call brothers?"

Charlie smiled, shook his head but did not take Narcissa's words.

In fact, Narcissa's views now vaguely represent the views of most wizards on Charlie's establishment of the candy factory.

But Charlie hadn't tried to explain anything in a long time.Because he knows exactly what he has to do.

And he was also surprised to find a truth.That is, as long as your strength is strong enough, no matter how shocking the things you do, they will eventually be accepted by the world.

Just like the current Charlie Candy Factory, everyone who mentions it will think of its candies and the huge wealth it has accumulated... As for the house elves who live in it and have a free identity, they will be talked about Those who intentionally or unintentionally ignore it.

It seems that everyone has lost their memory collectively, and they don't remember that the predecessor of this candy factory was the famous House-elf Liberation Front.

And what Narcissa said, he rarely heard it from others...

"I'm going to see Draco, he's been practicing for a while by himself."

Charlie turned his head and looked out the window at Malfoy, who was still waving his wand in the same position as yesterday. While speaking, he moved the seat behind him and walked towards the door.

"Ugh……"

Narcissa didn't say much, just sighed.

In fact, she knew very well that her brother and she, Lucius, and even Draco did not belong to the same category of people.

He was more like Andromeda, the woman whose name was crossed out by her father.

But compared to Andromeda, Charlie's character is more complicated and smooth.

His heart was full of boredom with the Black family, but he did not choose to break with the family hysterically, but used the family's skin to do what he really wanted to do.

Hard as it is to accept...it's certainly the best outcome for both parties.

He obtained the huge resources of the pure-blood family, while the Black family retained enough dignity because of him...

In fact, looking at her younger brother, sometimes she can't help but feel a little dazed.Infected by the innate self-confidence and persistence exuding from him...

I even asked myself in the middle of the night, is the pride and reserve of the so-called pure-blood family really just a decadent moan that should be abandoned?
But this will not bring her any results.

Because she is Narcissa, just like her name Narcissus... Her arrogance and reserve do not allow her to question her belief that she has insisted on all her life.

However... When she really started to think about this question, wasn't it a question?

In the courtyard

In order to facilitate the waving of his arms when casting spells, today's Draco did not choose the usual cumbersome British aristocratic dress, but put on a lighter shirt and vest.

Since I successfully turned a leaf into a needle yesterday, it may be because of my father's praise.

Draco tried harder.

Early this morning, Charlie had just woken up from his sleep, walked down the stairs with a little fatigue, and saw Draco who had been up for an unknown how long, and had already started practicing alone.

After simply being instructed by Charlie a few times, he practiced uninterruptedly until noon.

"Stop it, Draco."

Charlie opened the door of the mansion, paced out, and called Draco to stop.

Hearing Charlie's voice from afar, Draco's movements froze.

He turned his head subconsciously and smiled at Charlie who was walking slowly.

"Uncle, I am not lazy!"

Charlie laughed too.

He stood still in front of Draco, stretched out his hand to stroke Draco's sweat-soaked hair that was stained on his forehead, and his expression was also full of relief.

"Of course... I can see how hard you are trying."

After speaking, Charlie stopped, pulled him under the shade of the tree, and sat down against the big tree.

Then he picked up the wand and waved it casually, summoning a round teapot and two delicate cups out of thin air.

After unhurriedly picking up the teapot and pouring water into the cup, Charlie continued

"But you'd better combine work and rest... Otherwise, you'll be really exhausted before going to school, and I'm afraid Narcissa will come and fight me hard."

Draco put his wand casually on the lawn, then simply pulled up the sleeves of his shirt and wiped the sweat beads off his face with disapproval.

"Don't worry, uncle..."

While speaking, he picked up the cup and drank the water in it.

After drinking a glass of ice water, the drowsiness in my mind was instantly dispelled.

"what……"

Feeling the coolness rolling from the throat into the internal organs, but throughout the whole body, Draco couldn't help but let out a deep breath.

"It's the first time I feel that ice water is so delicious." After sighing casually, he put down the glass and continued

"I know how good I am now... As a child of the Malfoy family, I will try to become a better person."

While talking, Draco's eyes showed a firmness that didn't match his age.

"I hope that before school starts, I can live a better life..."

He carefully took out a handkerchief from his pocket.

Open the handkerchief, inside is the needle from yesterday.

"It's more than just a needle..."

(End of this chapter)