Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

Charlie's question was destined to receive no answer from Draco.

Because not only Draco, but even he himself, didn't know how to answer it…

Time passed day by day…

Charlie lived very comfortably in the Malfoy Manor. Aside from eating and sleeping, he spent his time guiding Draco to continue learning the Transfiguration spell.

And perhaps when he first started teaching Draco this spell, he never would have imagined…

That this little guy who hadn't even entered Hogwarts to study magic would actually have such great perseverance, insisting on practicing diligently these past few days without any懈怠,拼命练习着.

Due to his diligent practice, coupled with his inherent talent, he actually managed to successfully learn the derivative spell of the Transfiguration spell, "Serpensortia," in just five or six days.

Although he had only successfully cast it once, even so, it truly astonished Charlie…

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye. Even if Charlie was reluctant, he had to readjust his state and prepare to return to the factory tomorrow to continue his work…

Malfoy Manor, night.

The originally lazy and peaceful manor's beautiful night scenery had changed into a completely different appearance today.

The wrought iron gate at the entrance of the manor was wide open, and a row of lights were lit on both sides, welcoming the Malfoy family's guests.

Inside the mansion, the originally spacious first floor now seemed a bit crowded.

Men and women in noble formal attire, holding wine glasses in their hands, were talking and laughing with restraint and elegance.

From time to time, a few children of similar age to Draco ran past the adults' feet, leaving behind bursts of cheerful laughter.

And Charlie was among them, occasionally looking around, identifying the many faces.

In fact, he still had some impression of most of the people who appeared here.

After all, it was just a coming-of-age banquet for the children, not a formal banquet. Therefore, the vast majority of those invited were relatives and friends.

And as relatives and friends of the Malfoys… needless to say, one could probably guess. They were nothing more than staunch supporters of blood purity and relatives of the twenty-eight pure-blood families.

Looking at them talking and laughing in twos and threes, Charlie couldn't help but curl his lips secretly.

He had no interest in their topics, only feeling bored… After all, as a maverick in the pure-blood family, although he could mostly get along on the surface, he didn't want to learn from others and speak in a thick British accent, occasionally discussing the current political situation of the Ministry of Magic, and occasionally reminiscing about the family's early glory. Finally, he would summarize it with the theory of pure blood, winning the cheers and applause of the people around him.

Don't ask Charlie how he knew so clearly… Pure-blood family gatherings never talked about anything novel, from when he was six years old until now, it had always been like this.

While thinking, he raised his wine glass, took a sip of the wine in the glass, and then smacked his lips, giving a evaluation in his heart.

Not as good as the glass Lucius and I drank when I first arrived.

Just as he was savoring the taste of the wine in his heart, suddenly, a familiar voice came from a distance.

"Look, that's my uncle!"

No need to guess who it was.

Charlie looked in the direction of the voice, and sure enough, everything was as he expected. At this moment, his nephew Draco was leading two little chubby boys from afar, walking proudly in his direction.

While walking, he turned his head back effortlessly, introducing to the two little chubby boys behind him:

"You must have heard of my uncle's name—Charlie Black! Charlie brand candies are the best candies in the world. My uncle brought me a lot when he came!

Not only that, he is also one of the most powerful wizards in the magical world. Do you know, my uncle stayed at my house for seven days, and he taught me magic for seven days!

Want to see? I know, you two must want to see my Serpensortia. Look, we'll go outside alone later, and I'll show you my uncle…"

Charlie couldn't help but find it a little funny hearing Draco's words, which often included the phrase "my uncle."

Soon, Draco came to Charlie's front.

As the only protagonist of the banquet today, he seemed particularly confident and high-spirited. Whether it was the high-end formal attire he was wearing or his shiny hairstyle, it could be seen how meticulously he had prepared.

Even the skin that had been tanned from practicing Transfiguration spells outdoors these past few days was carefully covered with powder (where did he get this stuff?).

"Uncle!"

Perhaps because he still had two little followers behind him at the moment, Draco was not as unrestrained as he had been in the past few days. A bit of restraint could still be seen on his delicate little face.

While speaking, Draco raised the goblet in his hand and raised it towards Charlie.

Of course, his cup could not possibly contain wine, but only ordinary orange juice.

Charlie gave him face, thinking that he didn't want to embarrass Draco, who had a strong sense of self-esteem, in front of his partners.

"How's your evening going, Draco?"

So he smiled, almost in the same posture as when attending a formal aristocratic dinner, and leaned slightly, gently touching the rim of his cup with Draco's.

"Ding!"

The crisp sound made the two little chubby boys, who were originally full of admiration behind him, couldn't help but open their mouths into an O shape.

"Great, Uncle… You know, I prepared a lot for tonight's banquet."

While speaking, Draco took back his cup and took a sip of the orange juice in the goblet, a hint of undisguised joy appearing on his restrained face.

Charlie didn't drink the wine in his glass, but raised his eyes to pay attention to the two little chubby boys behind Malfoy.

Suddenly, Charlie spoke.

"Children from the Crabbe and Goyle families?"

As soon as these words came out, the three of them, including Draco, were surprised at the same time.

The two little chubby boys behind him seemed a little shy after hearing Charlie speak to them. Their faces flushed slightly, and they quickly responded to each other:

"I'm Vincent Crabbe!"

"I'm Gregory Goyle!"

Draco put down his wine glass and looked at his uncle with wide eyes.

"Uncle, do you know these two?"

"No—"

Charlie shook his head, didn't say anything else, just simply said.

"I know their fathers."

Looking at the two who were simple and honest, and dull-headed, Charlie said from the bottom of his heart:

"The two of them are exactly the same as old Crabbe and old Goyle…"

The two looked at each other, thinking that Charlie was praising them and laughing one after another.

Only Charlie knew that in the confrontation with the Death Eaters, those two could definitely be regarded as rare oddballs among the Death Eaters.