Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

The next day, inside a guest room at Malfoy Manor.

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Accompanied by an unconscious groan, Charlie slowly opened his eyes from the comfortable large bed.

An unfamiliar ceiling, an unfamiliar large bed, even the light shining in from the gap in the curtains was dimmer than the one in his office.

Lying on the bed, after being stunned for a while, Charlie finally recovered his thoughts from the initial haze.

He remembered that he was not in the factory now, but had come to Malfoy's Manor.

“Perhaps I can also consider adding such a bed in my office.

After all, sleeping in a chair all the time is definitely not a good idea.”

He stretched out his hand and touched the soft, fluffy bed beneath him, and for a moment, he didn't want to get up from it.

It had to be said that this sleep was probably the best sleep he had had in a long time since graduating from Hogwarts.

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His neck was pillowed on a sleeping pillow filled with unknown feathers, as if being lifted by an invisible hand.

After a whole night, it was no longer as stiff and sore as before.

And the spine goes without saying, lying on the soft and fluffy mattress, feeling the slight depression, it was as if his back was tightly wrapped inside, making Charlie almost shed tears on the spot, wanting to directly ask Narcissa and Lucius for this bed to take back to his factory.

After a good while, Charlie, who was reluctant to leave, finally made a move to get up.

He turned over, propped up his upper body with his elbow, and began to look around the room.

He first saw his clothes.

After entering the room last night, Charlie was too tired and didn't care about other things.

After taking off his clothes hastily, he plunged headfirst onto the bed.

At this moment, the clothes were messily thrown on a chair.

And the ring originally worn on his finger was placed safely next to the bedside table.

However, after leaving his hand, the light on it dimmed again, and it still looked like there was nothing special about it.

He yawned again, making his spirit invigorated again.

No longer lazing in bed, Charlie first put the ring back on his hand from the bedside.

Then he lifted the quilt, got straight out of bed, and stepped on the soft carpet in the room, which was rendered with complex patterns.

Then he walked to the chair, gently shook off the wrinkles on it, and put everything back on neatly.

He pushed open the door and strolled down the stairs on the second floor.

Lucius was sitting at the long table where they had dinner last night, drinking coffee while reading the latest issue of "The Daily Prophet."

Seemingly hearing the movement from the stairs, the coffee cup that had just been brought to his lips paused.

He put down the coffee cup, shifted his gaze from the newspaper, and landed on Charlie, who was already dressed neatly and had returned to his usual posture.

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“Good morning… Charlie, how did you sleep last night?”

Lucius showed a somewhat forced and stiff smile, then nodded and greeted Charlie.

But one can't ask too much of Lucius, because this way of expressing friendliness through smiles has basically lost its usefulness in Lucius's life.

With his status, even when facing Fudge, he only needs to use a slightly inclined bow and nod to show his respect.

Except for Charlie, even when he is with Narcissa, he rarely makes a "smiling" expression.

“Good morning, Lucius.”

Charlie greeted Lucius casually as he walked down.

After arriving at the long table and sitting down in a position not far from Lucius, he continued.

“Last night was probably the best sleep I've had in a long time.”

As he spoke, he seemed to notice something, turned his head, looked at the wall clock, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

“It's already this time…”

After saying that, he turned his head back and looked at Lucius, who had already put down "The Daily Prophet", and asked with a smile.

“I thought the Ministry of Magic had already started working at this time.”

“Hmm…” Lucius took a sip of coffee, his eyes scanning Charlie imperceptibly.

Seemingly finally confirming the other party's attitude, his sensitive heart was relieved again.

Only then did he reply with a smile:

“If it's a general department, they do start work at this time.

But my job is relatively easy, and there aren't too many things that deserve special attention, so I can go a little later.”

“I see…” Charlie nodded.

At this moment, seemingly hearing the movement outside, Narcissa slowly walked out of the kitchen and said with a smile:

“I'm glad to see you slept well.”

As she spoke, she gently waved the wand in her hand.

A cup of coffee slowly flew out of the kitchen and landed in front of Charlie without deviation.

“Come on, have a taste.

I just brewed the coffee… Although I usually don't like adding milk or sugar to it.

But if you want, you can tell me.”

Narcissa, when facing her long-lost younger brother, behaved completely differently from usual.

Even listening to her words, even Lucius couldn't help but flash a hint of surprise in his eyes.

“No, I don't like adding milk and sugar either.”

Charlie shook his head, reached out and touched the cup wall—the temperature was just right.

He picked up the coffee and took a careful sip.

“How does it taste?” Narcissa asked.

At this moment, she actually still had a little apprehension in her heart.

You must know that things like brewing coffee and preparing breakfast are usually done by Dobby, the house-elf.

Because she gave Dobby a long vacation yesterday, she had to do this kind of thing herself at this moment.

As for why there was only coffee and no breakfast?

In fact, Narcissa also tried to make fried eggs and toast.

But… there was a small problem—the fried eggs and toast were all burnt black.

So she didn't bring them out, but only took out the coffee.

Anyway, no matter what Charlie was going to do, Lucius, while drinking coffee, had already made up his mind.

After drinking this cup of coffee, he would go to the Ministry of Magic.

By the way, he would find a decent little shop on the way to solve his breakfast…

A mouthful of coffee slowly entered his mouth, Charlie's eyes narrowed slightly, carefully tasting its taste.

“It's a bit strange…”

This was his first thought.

It wasn't even as good as what Russell brewed.

And there were also some large particles of hard residue inside, whether it was coffee beans or other things, which were a bit rough on the throat.

Although that was the case, but after putting down the cup and looking at Narcissa's earnest eyes, he still swallowed the original feeling back into his stomach along with the coffee, and then said with a smile.

“It's extremely delicious.”