Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 24 Morning Coffee

The next day, in the guest room of Malfoy Manor.

With an unconscious groan, Charlie slowly opened his eyes from the comfortable big bed.

The strange ceiling, the strange big bed, and even the light that shone through the cracks in the curtains were dimmer than the one in his office.

Lying on the bed and staring blankly for a while, Charlie finally recovered his thoughts from the initial haze.Thinking about it, he was not in the factory now, but came to Malfoy's manor.

"Maybe I can consider adding such a bed to my office. Sleeping on a chair all the time is never a good idea."

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

I have to say that this sleep was probably the best sleep he had had since graduating from Hogwarts in such a long time.

The neck rested on a sleeping pillow filled with unknown feathers, as if being held up by an invisible hand. After a whole night, it was no longer as stiff and sore as before.

Not to mention the spine, lying on the soft and fluffy mattress, feeling a slight depression, as if his back was tightly wrapped in it, Charlie almost burst into tears on the spot, wanting to go directly to Narcissa and Lucius took the bed back to his factory.

After a while, the reluctant Charlie finally got up.

He turned over, half supported his upper body with his elbows, and began to look at everything in the room.

He saw his clothes first.

After entering the room last night, Charlie, who was too tired, ignored other things, took off his clothes hastily, and threw himself on the bed.

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

The ring that was originally worn on the finger was safely placed next to the bedside table.It's just that after leaving my hand, the light on it has dimmed again, and it still doesn't look anything special.

He yawned again, which lifted his spirits up again.

Instead of lying on the bed, Charlie first brought the ring back to his hand from the head of the bed.

Immediately afterwards, one lifted the quilt, got out of the bed, and stepped on the soft carpet with intricate patterns in the room.

Then he walked to the chair, shook the folds on it lightly, and put everything back together neatly.

Pushing open the door, he paced down the stairs on the second floor.Lucius was sitting at the long table at their dinner last night, drinking coffee while reading the latest issue of the "Daily Prophet" in his hand.

It seemed that he heard the movement from the stairs, and the coffee cup that had just been handed to his mouth paused.

He put down his coffee cup, looked away from the newspaper, and landed on Charlie, who was fully dressed and returned to his usual posture.

"Good morning...Charlie, how did you sleep last night?"

Lucius smiled a little stiffly, and then greeted Charlie with a nod.

But this does not require too much from Lucius, because the smile, a way of expressing friendliness, has basically lost its use in life for Lucius.

In his position, even facing Fudge, he only needs to show respect with a slightly inclined bow and nod.

Except for Charlie, even when he was with Narcissa, he rarely made a "laughing" expression.

"Good morning, Lucius."

As Charlie walked down, he casually greeted Lucius.

After arriving at the long table and taking a seat not far from Lucius, he continued.

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

While talking, he seemed to have noticed something, turned his head, looked at the wall clock on the wall, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"It's already this time..."

After speaking, he turned his head around again, looked at Lucius who had 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, and glanced at Charlie calmly.

It seemed that he had finally confirmed the attitude of the other party, and his sensitive heart was relaxed again.

Then he replied with a smile

"If it is a general department, it is true that I go to work at this time. But my work is relatively leisurely, and there are not many things worthy of special attention, so I can go there later."

"I see..." Charlie nodded.

At this time, Narcissa in the kitchen seemed to have heard the commotion outside, and slowly walked out, smiling and saying
"Glad to see you slept well."

While speaking, she waved the wand in her hand lightly.

A cup of coffee slowly flew out from the kitchen, and landed in front of Charlie impartially.

"Come on, have a taste. I just brewed coffee...Although I don't usually like to add milk or sugar to it. But if you want, you can tell me."

When Narcissa faced her younger brother whom she had not seen for many years, she acted quite differently from usual.

Even listening to her words, even Lucius couldn't help flashing a trace of surprise in his eyes.

"No, I don't like milk and cubes either."

Charlie shook his head, and put his hand against the side of the cup—the temperature was just right.

He picked up the coffee and took a sip carefully.

"How does it taste?" Narcissa asked.

At this moment, she still felt a little apprehensive in her heart.

You know, things like making coffee and preparing breakfast are usually done by Dobby, who is a house-elf.

Because Dobby was given a big holiday yesterday, he had to do this kind of thing by himself at this moment.

As for why there is only coffee but no breakfast?
Narcissa actually tried making omelettes and toast.But... there was a small problem - the fried eggs and toast were all burnt black.

So he didn't bring it out, but just took out the coffee.

Anyway, no matter what Charlie should do, Lucius, who was drinking coffee, had already made up his mind.

After this cup of coffee is finished, I will go to the Ministry of Magic by myself.By the way, find a nice small shop on the road to solve your own breakfast...

Taking a sip of coffee slowly, Charlie narrowed his eyes slightly, savoring its taste carefully.

"Something weird..."

This was his first thought.

It's not even as good as Russell's.

Moreover, there are some large particles of hard dregs in it that I don't know whether it is coffee beans or other things, and some of them make my throat.

Even so, when he put down the cup and looked at Narcissa's serious eyes, he swallowed his original feelings along the coffee back to his stomach, and then said with a smile.

"Very good."

(End of this chapter)