Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 57 It's okay, I still have a lot!
The uproar erupted, and it took a long time before it finally calmed down again.

A breath of turbid air was exhaled from Dumbledore's mouth...

Afterwards, he sat back on the chair behind the desk, his face was calm, his eyes were the same as before, as if nothing happened and everything was just an illusion.

However, looking back at Hagrid, it was another completely opposite demeanor.

He was half leaning against the door of the principal's office, his eyes widened slightly, beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and he couldn't even hold his breath.

"Dun… Headmaster Dumbledore"

After a long time, when everything returned to calm, Hagrid finally fully recovered from what he had just seen.

He looked at Dumbledore, his voice stuttering from excessive shock.

"Just now... what was that just now?"

Although Hagrid usually behaved rough, but in fact he is not stupid.

While asking, Hagrid lowered his head subconsciously, looking at the crystal candy left in his palm.

Still like a gem with icing sugar on it, it shone with a lavender light.

However, at this moment, the violet candy, which was supposed to be light and weightless, suddenly seemed to have weight in Hagrid's hands... heavy.

"It looks like...Charlie really made something amazing."

Dumbledore gently stretched his straight lumbar spine, leaned his body against the back of the chair, and pressed his head.

At this moment, his voice seemed a little complicated, with many inexplicable emotions mixed in it.

There are some faint surprises, some exclamations, some aftertaste... and some inexplicable associations.

"Then the remaining candy..."

Hagrid lowered his head and looked at the candy in his hand, hesitated for a while, then walked forward slowly, and carefully handed it to Dumbledore again.

However, this time, Dumbledore did not take it.

Dumbledore smiled and blinked, and there seemed to be a little childishness in his eyes.

"Isn't this a gift from Harry? I'm glad you can share one of them with me. As for the rest, you should taste it yourself."

While talking, he raised his palm, gently pressed it against Hagrid's big hand, and pushed it back.

"But……"

Looking at the hand being pushed back, Hagrid still couldn't help feeling a little tangled in his heart.

"Such a good thing, if I eat it, it seems a bit wasteful."

"Haha..." Dumbledore looked at the simple and honest half-giant in front of him, and laughed dumbfoundedly.

He shook his head, speaking softly
"There is no such thing as recklessness. I think Charlie defined it as a candy when he created it."

"Since it is candy, isn't its most essential meaning to bring happiness to people?"

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Hagrid froze for a moment.

He scratched his head first, and after hesitating for a moment, he finally made up his mind and carefully put the sugar in his hand into his mouth.

"How does it taste?" Dumbledore looked at Hagrid, as if expecting his reaction.

Hagrid closed his eyes, following Dumbledore's example, savoring something different carefully.

Soon, Hagrid opened his eyes again with a swish, and the eyes were full of surprise.

"This taste... this is so good, I don't think I've ever tasted such delicious sugar in my life!!!"

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After Hagrid left.

Dumbledore was the only one left in the principal's office.

His eyes dropped again, and they were placed on the table top of the desk.

"Charlie..."

He muttered the name that was almost unparalleled in the past, and seemed to be caught in some kind of memory.

After a long time, Dumbledore unhurriedly opened the bottom drawer, took out a piece of letter paper, and laid it flat on his desk.

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"Oh, Merlin's socks! This is the best thing I've ever eaten!!!!"

And just as Dumbledore and Hagrid were talking in the headmaster's office.

Inside the train carriages bound for Hogwarts at the same time.

A child with red curly hair and freckles all over his face, his eyes have narrowed into a happy line at this moment.

Harry sat across from him.He still holds the gift that Charlie gave him in his hand, but now, the gift has already been opened by him.

Seeing the happy expression on his new friend's face, Harry also smiled very happily.

"Do you still want to eat? Ron?!"

Harry's eyes sparkled, looking at Ron, expecting to ask.

"is it okay?"

Listening to Harry's words, Ron's eyes lit up with a "swish".

"Of course!"

Harry showed great generosity. After nodding in agreement, he directly reached into the gift box again, took out two violet candies that were exactly the same as what Hagrid had received, and handed them directly to Ron.

Ron was overjoyed and reached out to take it.

However, just as his hand was about to touch Harry's, the movement stopped suddenly.

"what happened?"

Harry looked at his friend and asked with some doubts

"Such delicious candies...should be very precious, right?"

Ron's little face was full of indescribable entanglements, his hands hovered in mid-air, neither moving forward nor retreating for a while.

"Don't worry!"

Hearing this, Harry was relieved, and shook his gift box vigorously with the other hand, causing a "clang, clang" shaking sound from inside.

"I still have a lot! Mr. Charlie Black gave me a whole box!"

After hearing this, Ron, who was still struggling at first, finally felt relieved, smiled, and happily took two candies from Harry's hand.

Then without hesitation, he threw two candies into his mouth.

"Ok---"

As the candy entered, Ron let out a nasal sound of enjoyment like a train whistle.

"My brother's name is Charlie too."

He continued to chat with Harry while chewing and crushing the candy in his mouth with his teeth.

"But he can't make such a delicious candy!"

"I guess the person who gave you the gift must be some great genius—"

He continued to compliment with some ambiguity in his mouth.

"He should open a candy store... Even if it only sells this kind of candy, it can directly make him a rich man!"

Harry listened to Ron's unintentional words, but the expression on his face became a little weird.

Rich... rich?

Harry thought, his mind flashing back to the day he met Mr. Charlie.

"I think he's rich in his own right."

Harry replied with a smile

"Oh? Yeah..."

Ron was still dancing happily on the seat opposite. Hearing Harry's words, he just raised his ear and asked subconsciously.

"Then what does he do?"

"He opened a candy factory."

(End of this chapter)