Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

Leaving the bizarre exploding candy production line with a green face, Charlie couldn't help but reach out and press his temples. Google Search Reading

Thinking to himself, he would definitely have a good discussion with Russell about the production line issues later... … …

It seemed that keeping two lines was still too redundant, one line would be enough.

He had even decided that the candy produced on that line would only be supplied to Honeydukes around Hogwarts.

After all, having truly tasted it once, he was convinced that, apart from his old headmaster, probably no one would actually like that strange taste.

Thinking this, Charlie wandered aimlessly from the production line area to the research lab.

After communicating with the house-elf named Tika for a while about the new blueprint's formula, he felt relieved and left the research lab, heading towards the living area and the cafeteria.

Along the way, after wandering around for a while, time unknowingly passed from morning to almost noon.

Charlie watched as the originally empty cafeteria gradually filled with employees as the gears clock above the factory chimed, and he didn't linger any longer.

He usually ate his meals in his office. They were always personally delivered by Russell, his servant and assistant.

“Snap!”

Charlie walked out of the cafeteria door and slightly raised his left hand.

Immediately after, his thumb and middle finger lightly rubbed together, accompanied by a crisp snap, his body suddenly became blurred, turned into nothingness, and disappeared from the spot.

In just a flash, Charlie had returned to his office.

He raised his head and subconsciously looked towards the top of the coat rack—Fawkes wasn't there.

It seemed like she had run off to play again. Charlie retracted his gaze and couldn't help but think as he sat back in his seat.

“It's so nice… It's easier being an owl, being able to go anywhere and run around.” Charlie said to himself, then couldn't help but yawn.

… …

Russell didn't make Charlie wait too long. Almost before he had been back in the office for ten minutes, a familiar knock sounded on the door.

“Master Charlie! Russell has brought you lunch.”

“Come in, Russell.”

Charlie leaned back relaxedly in his chair, tapping the armrest rhythmically with his fingers as he replied.

“Creak.”

The door was pushed open, and Russell, as he had this morning, walked in unhurriedly, holding a tray in his hand. Even as he entered, he was still muttering a greeting that was not much different from the morning, to show Charlie his admiration.

“My great Master Charlie!! Good afternoon! Your loyal servant Russell expresses his respects to you at this time and brings you your lunch for today.”

It was biscuits and tea, no different from most ordinary British lunches.

The only difference was that next to Charlie's biscuits was a jar of yellow sauce.

It was Charlie's brand of honey-mixed assorted fruit jam.

It had a very wide range of supporters and praise in the Muggle world… but it seemed that wizards didn't like it.

Charlie was already used to this kind of lunch. After all, everyone was in England, what good food did he expect? Getting some fried fish was already good enough.

Charlie skillfully picked up a biscuit, dipped it in a little jam, and took a bite.

Then, he raised his head, glanced at Russell standing in front of him, and raised his chin at him.

“If you haven't eaten, have some.”

Upon hearing this, Russell first habitually waved his hands repeatedly, subconsciously refusing.

“No, no, Master, I already ate before coming over.”

Charlie remained noncommittal, raised his eyelids and glanced at him without saying anything.

“Then… maybe I'll have a little more.”

After hesitating for a moment, Russell finally took a few steps forward and carefully picked up a biscuit from the plate, eating it in small bites.

Charlie's eyelids drooped, and he continued to focus on the food in front of him.

In the entire office, there was nothing but the sound of biscuits crumbling and Charlie chewing.

Quite a while passed… …

When the black tea in front of him was almost empty, and most of the biscuits in front of him were wiped out.

Charlie, who had filled his stomach, wiped his mouth, and then looked at Russell again, saying

“Regarding what we talked about this morning… I suddenly changed my mind.”

Russell, who was serving on the side, didn't ask anything else. After hearing Charlie's words, he quickly took out the notebook he carried with him and waited for Charlie's orders.

“Cough cough…”

Charlie coughed twice pretentiously, cleared his throat, and then said with a normal expression

“Regarding the production line issue of the bizarre exploding candy that I mentioned before, I considered it… Customers buy our products and give us valuable feedback, adhering to the principle of people-oriented, the customer is… Merlin's principle.

We must take it seriously! Only by constantly reflecting seriously, improving and progressing, can the factory reach a higher level and gain more support from wizards and Muggles!”

Listening to Charlie's righteous words, Russell just happened to fall for this, his eyes lit up, he couldn't help but nod, and then wrote down what he said word for word in his notebook.

Thinking that such philosophical words must be quickly passed on to various departments when he goes back, so that they can read, recite, and keep them in mind.

After saying a lot of things, Charlie finally pointed out the main point.

“Just change the assembly line to one… Don't worry about the wizarding world either. Just guarantee the supply of Hogwarts.”

“As you wish! My great Master!!”

Russell nodded and responded loudly.

… … … … … …

“Ah, right, Master!”

Putting away the notebook again, Russell seemed to have thought of something again, and quickly rummaged through the pocket of his clothes, while rummaging, he said.

“Today, not long after you finished your breakfast, an owl that I didn’t recognize delivered a letter.”

“Hmm?”

Listening to Russell's words, Charlie didn't take it too seriously.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

He waved his hand casually, then stood up from his seat, walked to the bookshelf in the office, picked up a book that he hadn't finished reading last time, and said

“It's just a letter, you can handle it. If Fudge wants to ask me out for dinner again, you can just write a letter on my behalf and politely refuse him.

This guy just wants to get some money from me to buy new equipment for those Aurors.”

“No, Master, it's not Minister Fudge's letter.” Russell was still rummaging, and replied.

“There's no name on it, but I guess you should probably come and see it yourself.”

After speaking, he finally found the letter from his inner pocket and carefully handed it over.

Charlie raised his eyebrows, didn't say anything more, but reached out and took it.

Taking the letter, looking at the pattern of the wax seal on the letter, the faint smile on the corner of Charlie's mouth slowly disappeared, and his eyes also narrowed.

The shield-shaped emblem, three spears crossed below it, two fire dragons serving on the left and right, and a viper coiled at the very top… This is the Malfoy family crest.