Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

The elves' singing didn't stop completely until lunchtime.

The snow still hadn't stopped. Although it wasn't as spectacular as it had been in the morning, it was still falling softly, covering and piling up layer upon layer, highlighting the entire world with dazzling brilliance under the sunlight.

On this special day, Charlie didn't choose to sit in his office as usual, enjoying his unchanging lunch.

He brought Russell and the other directors to the dining hall to eat the sumptuous food that had been prepared, together with all the remaining elves.

Although they saved the most delicious turkey and pies for dinner, the food was still exceptionally delicious compared to the usual biscuits and jam.

Hundreds of elves moved their knives and forks in unison, occasionally turning their heads to look at Charlie, who was sitting next to them and eating the same food, as if they had received some great honor, and even their eating movements became much more refined than before.

Charlie ate with relish, gently pinching the silver spoon with his index finger and thumb, and sending the mashed potatoes covered in rich gravy into his mouth.

Then, he cut the juicy steak with a knife, and after they were all perfectly quartered, he used a fork to eat them in an orderly manner.

He ate very quickly, far ahead of Russell, Kobe, and the others beside him.

In the blink of an eye, he had finished the food on his plate and the cooked soup. ♦ ♦     ♞ ♦

However, although Charlie ate quickly, he was not embarrassed. On the contrary, he gave people a sense of leisure and ease.

Pleasing to the eye, every movement of his revealed the elegant demeanor that a nobleman should have, enough to make any member of the Sacred Twenty-Eight families who saw this scene and considered themselves noble feel ashamed of being crushed by his temperament…

After eating all the food, Charlie picked up a napkin and calmly wiped the sauce remaining on the corner of his mouth.

Then, as if thinking of something, he shifted his gaze and looked at Russell beside him.

"Russell."

He tilted his head slightly and asked in a low voice.

Hearing Charlie's call, Russell, who had been eating the previous second, immediately put down his cutlery, respectfully turned his head, and responded.

"I'm here, Master Charlie! What do you need me to do?"

"I plan to go out this afternoon. You come with me."

"Understood, Master! What are we going to do?"

Without even thinking about it, Russell immediately nodded in agreement, then skillfully took out the notebook he carried with him from behind and asked Charlie about the specific task.

"Go pick up Lyonne."

Charlie straightened his clothes and explained as usual as he stood up from his seat.

"He's coming here tonight to celebrate the festival with us… I remember telling you once before.

"Yes, Master Charlie."

Russell nodded, then flipped forward a few pages and added.

"You invited the Malfoy family and Mr. Lyonne to come together and asked me to prepare the ingredients and specific wines… Oh, right, and the gift for Mr. Malfoy."

"Excellent."

Seeing that Russell was still as reliable as usual, organizing everything in an orderly manner, Charlie's mouth curled up, nodding slightly, as a sign of recognition and praise for the other party.

Immediately afterward, just as he was pacing and preparing to leave the table, suddenly, a sudden voice stopped him.

"That… wait, Mr. Black!"

Charlie's footsteps paused, and he turned his head to look. He saw Pomponio, who was sitting in a position not far away, suddenly stand up, as if he had mustered some inexplicable courage, and was looking at him with a nervous expression.

In an instant, everyone's eyes turned to him. Charlie raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Is there anything else, Pomponio?"

"That… that."

Pomponio looked at Charlie's gaze, and the courage he had mustered was immediately dispelled a lot. But he still reorganized his words under his stammering.

"This… can I drive for Mr. Black this time?"

As soon as these words came out, the inexplicable gazes of the other directors around him began to change differently.

Although they didn't say anything, the atmosphere suddenly became a little strange.

Chafuza didn't care much, just took a deep look at Pomponio, then lowered his head and silently finished the food in front of him, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Kobe immediately frowned, as if he had heard something that shouldn't have been said, and immediately stretched out his hand and secretly tugged at Pomponio's hem.

Fudo had a bit of teasing smile on his face. First, he looked at Pomponio, and then glanced at Russell without leaving a trace.

In the end, it was Duru who took the lead in breaking the somewhat embarrassing atmosphere. He slammed his cane heavily on the ground and then reprimanded.

"Pomponio, what nonsense are you talking about!? Sit down quickly."

At this point, Pomponio, who had just stood up on a whim, realized the inappropriateness of these words, no matter how thick-skinned he was, and his already nervous expression suddenly changed color, drooping his head in shame.

However, just as he was about to sit down in despair, Russell suddenly spoke.

"Since Pomponio wants to go, why don't you let Pomponio take you, Master."

As soon as these words came out, Pomponio's body trembled subconsciously, and then he raised his head sharply and looked incredulously at Russell, who was speaking on the opposite side.

Russell's expression was as usual, as if he hadn't realized anything, and he didn't look at the expressions of the others. He just looked at Charlie and explained with a normal tone and smile.

"There are still some vacancies in the things to be prepared this afternoon. Originally, I planned to hand them over to Fudo to handle… If Pomponio can accompany you, then I can do it myself."

"Alright."

Charlie looked at Russell, then at Pomponio. After thinking for a moment, he didn't refuse and nodded in response.

"If that's the case, then let Pomponio accompany me."

After saying that, there was a crisp "snap" sound, and the car keys instantly appeared in his hand.

"Two o'clock in the afternoon, come to my office and call me."

Without saying anything more, he put it on the dining table and instructed Pomponio, then Charlie turned and left, leaving six elves with different thoughts in their hearts, still continuing to finish their unfinished lunch.

"Thank you, Russell."

After quickly putting away the car keys that Charlie had put on the table, Pomponio breathed a sigh of relief for the first time, and then nodded gratefully to Russell.

Russell didn't say anything more, just smiled slightly, and then continued to drink the vegetable soup in front of him, as if nothing had happened…