Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

Due to the relatively closed nature of wizarding social circles, even in a major wizarding country like Britain, their numbers barely exceed ten thousand. × º ° ” ˜ ` ” ° º ×   × º ° ” ˜ ` ” ° º × In this environment, any event occurring in the wizarding world spreads extremely quickly, eventually reaching the ears of every wizard, especially a major event like the Order of Merlin, Third Class, being awarded to the well-known wizarding businessman, Charlie Black.

By the next day, the headlines of various newspapers, large and small, were surprisingly consistent. A photograph of him, tall and handsome, occasionally smiling towards the camera, accompanied a massive headline that swept across the entire British wizarding world.

Even a newspaper like 'The Quibbler,' which focuses on various eye-catching gossip news, tacitly placed Charlie Black's name on the front page that day.

However, unlike other newspapers, Xenophilius Lovegood's article was titled 'The Crumple-Horned Snorkack REALLY Exists! — Says New Order of Merlin Recipient, Charlie Black.'

In a sense, it could be considered a continuation of Xenophilius Lovegood's unique and unconventional spirit.

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The sun slowly rises from below the horizon in the early morning, spreading light to the once dark world, dissipating the mist that had gathered overnight, and illuminating the dewdrops on the leaves.

At this moment, Godric's Hollow is experiencing a rare tranquility. Most of the villagers are still asleep in their dreams, and the empty and tidy streets are gradually stripped of their black cloak by the sunlight, like a child about to wake up, slowly regaining its original vitality.

This is the most famous wizarding village in the world, the birthplace of the great wizard Godric Gryffindor, founder of Gryffindor House. It is also the place where the first Golden Snitch was forged by the wizarding goldsmith Bowman Wright.

The invincible 'Dark Lord' Voldemort fell here; the 'hero' Harry Potter, who inspired hope, was also born here.

Whether it is the countless renowned pure-blood nobles resting in the cemetery and their tombstones, now covered in moss, or the obelisk in the small square in the center of the village, engraved with names, silently tells the world its long history, again and again, whether or not anyone pays special attention to it… … …

And right here, in a wooden house that is not much different from the other houses, old but with a touch of warmth, a family has already gotten up early from bed, opened the windows, and begun to welcome the arrival of a new day.

This is the Tonks family, an ordinary family of three, just like the other villagers living here, with no difference.

The father is Ted Tonks, a gentle man with a simple appearance and a kind heart.

His wife is Andromeda Tonks, and like her husband, she is also kind and gentle, but even more optimistic, always with a bright smile on her face.

Their daughter is Nymphadora Tonks, an eighteen-year-old girl who just graduated from Hogwarts last year after passing her N.E.W.T.s (Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests).

She still lives at home with her parents and is also preparing for the Ministry of Magic's civil service exam, hoping to become an excellent Auror.

Their family has lived here for more than ten years and has an excellent reputation in the eyes of the surrounding neighbors.

Everyone is happy to interact with them because they always treat people with enthusiasm and kindness, willing to help all their friends in need.

However, few people know that this seemingly ordinary family has a past that can shock everyone, like a legend in a play.

This is the story of a brave young man who dared to pursue love and a graceful lady who was willing to shed her noble attire for him, together breaking free from the shackles of the world that bound them.

However, unlike the usual tragic and regrettable endings of such stories, their ending is as beautiful as a fairy tale.

Because at this moment, they are sitting in the kitchen, sitting at the dining table, enjoying the steaming fried eggs and bacon in front of them in the first rays of morning sunlight, looking at each other, the love in their eyes has not faded at all, even after experiencing the trials of life, but has become more enduring.

"Go call Nymphadora," Andromeda said.

Andromeda took off her apron, wiped a few beads of sweat from her forehead, and softly instructed her husband beside her.

"Honey! Get up, your mother made bacon and eggs, come and eat!" Ted nodded, walked to the kitchen door, and shouted loudly in the direction of Nymphadora's room.

After shouting, he seemed to think of something again and quickly added.

"Oh, right! The newspaper I ordered should have arrived, please bring it to me when you come to the kitchen, thank you, dear."

After saying this, Ted sat back down in his seat and began to enjoy the delicious food in front of him.

However, not long after, there was a "thump" sound from Nymphadora's room, a muffled sound, as if something had fallen and hit the ground.

"It looks like this child has fallen out of bed again," Ted said.

Hearing the sound, Ted, who was about to put a piece of bacon he had just speared with a fork into his mouth, paused, then shrugged indifferently and looked at his wife, smiling.

"This child has grown a lot, and she shouldn't sleep in that small bed anymore. ♦ ♦     ♦ ♦"

Andromeda smiled when she heard this, and her face, which was already kind and gentle, added a bit of radiance.

She thought for a while and continued.

"If I remember correctly, that bed was made for her when she was twelve years old."

"Yes, it was Parkin's work. To be honest, his craftsmanship is really impeccable, even after such a long time, it is still so sturdy."

"Oh, right, speaking of this… … … Do you remember when little Nymphadora was twelve years old, crying and shouting for us to send a letter to take her back from school?"

"Hahaha, I remember, it seemed to be with… … … …"

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The two were eating breakfast while chatting about their daughter's childhood, and for a while, the kitchen was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

In Nymphadora's room, she, who had fallen to the ground tangled in the quilt, finally opened her eyes faintly, looked at the particularly familiar ceiling, narrowed her eyes a little, and couldn't help but yawn.

Afterward, she勉强 struggled to get up from the ground, supporting herself with her elbows. She shook her head, which was throbbing slightly from staying up late, threw on the clothes she had carelessly discarded, and then pulled open the curtains of the room. Light streamed through the window, filling the originally dim little space.

Facing the sunlight outside the window, Nymphadora rubbed her still sleepy eyes and stretched her arms in a big yawn.

It wasn't until Ted, outside the door, noticed that she hadn't come out yet and started calling for her a second time that she finally replied weakly,

"Coming~"

Then, swaying, she shuffled in her slippers to the door, opened it, and walked out of the room.

The sound of her parents chatting was clearly audible, and the content was an enthusiastic recounting of the silly things she had done when she was little. She was already used to it, so she curled her lip, pretended not to hear, and went straight to the outer door of the wooden house to fetch her dad's newspaper.

To be honest, Nymphadora could never understand why her parents had so much to talk about every morning.

Moreover, from the time she could remember until now, she had never seen them argue. The very few times they bickered, they quickly reconciled, as if nothing had happened.

Clearly, other people's children are the crystallization of their parents' love, but when it came to her, she became an extra gift of love.

Oh, well, I don't understand, I don't understand… … … … …

Just as she was thinking this and scratching her fluffy golden hair, she opened the door, and a white owl was already standing on the door frame, quietly holding a newspaper, waiting for Nymphadora to arrive.

"Hi, Yellow Claws, how's it going today?"

Seeming to know the owl already, Nymphadora gave it a nickname. As she called out, she skillfully took the newspaper from its beak.

"Hoo hoo… … …"

The owl, called Yellow Claws by her, tilted its head and chirped softly, as if greeting Nymphadora, or perhaps responding to her earlier question.

Anyway, after it finished speaking, it spread its wings, flapped them a couple of times, and flew straight up, heading into the distance to continue its unfinished work.

Nymphadora, having received the latest copy of the Daily Prophet, closed the door and focused her attention on it.

"Let me see… … … What interesting things are happening today? Hopefully, it won't be as boring as yesterday."

She muttered to herself as she expertly unfolded the newspaper and began to read the contents.

Suddenly, Nymphadora seemed to notice something. Her originally unfocused eyes suddenly regained their focus, and looking at the front-page content of the newspaper, she instantly regained her spirit.

"Mom!!!!!!!!!"

She quickly put down the newspaper, took a deep breath, and shouted excitedly towards the kitchen.

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In the kitchen, Andromeda and Ted couldn't help but stop their lively conversation, looked at each other, and then turned their eyes towards the corridor in the direction of Nymphadora's voice.

"What's wrong, dear?"

Andromeda responded, rising slightly from her seat.

"Thump thump thump thump!!"

Wearing slippers, Nymphadora excitedly took the newspaper and ran from the door to the kitchen in one breath. Then, she waved the newspaper in her hand at them happily.

"Look quickly!!! Look at today's newspaper."

Ted couldn't help but find his daughter's reaction amusing, shaking his head and teasing,

"What is it this time? Something about a famous French magical circus? Or is that strange sister duo you like so much coming to Godric's Hollow for a concert?"

"No, not that!" Nymphadora vigorously shook her head and then turned to her mother, Andromeda, her eyes shining.

"Today's headline in the Daily Prophet is: Charlie Black—the most remarkable wizarding businessman in British history—awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class!!!!"

As soon as she said this, the kitchen suddenly became silent.

The expression on Ted's face, who had been making fun of his child, first froze, and then he subconsciously turned his head to look at his wife.

Andromeda's expression was first blank, then shocked, and then turned into joy, with a hint of excitement mixed in.

Without saying anything more, she stood up directly from her seat, hurriedly reached out to take the newspaper that Nymphadora handed over, widened her eyes, and read it carefully.

After reading all the content in one breath, Andromeda raised her head, turned to look at her beloved, and showed a smile that was even brighter than usual.

"It really is him!!!!!! Look, Ted! It really is little Charlie!!!!!"

Ted smiled with relief, also stood up, and leaned closer to Andromeda, looking at the content on the newspaper in her hand.

"Look… …"

Andromeda's gaze fell on the vivid photo, looking at that extremely familiar face, looking at him wearing a wizard's robe, watching the Minister for Magic personally pin the Order of Merlin on his chest, watching him smile, calm and composed… …

For a moment, tears welled up in her eyes, circling her eye sockets, but on her face, the smile couldn't be suppressed.

A deep sense of pride welled up from her chest, incomparably enveloping her entire being.

"Look… … He's still so handsome."

Andromeda gently reached out her finger, pointed at the child in the photo, and said to Ted.

Ted also looked at the photo, nodding in agreement, unable to help but sigh,

"Yes, just like when I first met him."

Saying this, he seemed to think of something.

"Except, I remember his hair being black back then… …"

On the other side, Nymphadora, who had handed the newspaper to her parents, watched as they no longer paid attention to her, and her original excitement dissipated a lot.

Unconsciously feeling a bit jealous, she rolled her eyes and curled her lip again.

Slowly sitting down at the dining table, she picked up a fork and began to complain,

"It's always like this… … You're happier to see news about Uncle than to see me."

She said, stabbing half a fried egg angrily, stuffing it into her mouth, and continuing,

"Since you miss him so much, why don't you go find him? Why do you have to be happy for him here where he can't see you?"