Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

Inside the Headmaster's office, Hagrid sat obediently on a high wooden stool, carefully holding a white porcelain teacup in his hands, which looked pathetically small compared to his large frame.

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"So… Headmaster Dumbledore, did you always know that Charlie was learning to duel with Mr. Bartender?"

Hagrid's eyes widened, as if he had received some incredible news, and his heart was shaken for a moment.

"Actually…"

Dumbledore said unhurriedly, while picking up a teacup on the desk that was the same size as the one in Hagrid's hand, and carefully took a sip.

"Actually, I was a little worried at first."

"Indeed…"

Hearing this, Hagrid's eyes, which had been widened, returned to their original size.

He nodded hastily to show his agreement.

"This approach is really too dangerous… You know, it's no joke for a student still in school to run out of Hogwarts so easily…"

"No, no, no, I'm not worried about that."

Dumbledore put down the teacup, shook his head, and then frowned slightly, gently tasting the flavor in his mouth.

Then, he bent down and skillfully took out two sugar cubes from the drawer under the desk that was always half-open and threw them in.

With a "plop," the sugar cubes sank into the amber-colored black tea surface, which was still emitting a little heat, causing ripples of water.

Dumbledore's slightly furrowed brows then relaxed, and he continued.

"What I'm worried about is whether Albus Fogg's ugly and vulgar dueling habits will corrupt Charlie…"

On the surface of the black tea, as the sugar cubes sank, small and uneven bubbles also emerged from the bottom.

Dumbledore drooped his eyes, stretched out his hand and simply drew a circle above the black tea, driving the black tea to be affected by that invisible force, slowly stirring and forming a vortex in the middle.

"Fortunately, Charlie hasn't been corrupted by him… At least his dueling stance is the second most beautiful I've ever seen."

As he said this, Dumbledore seemed to have thought of something, and a few smiles inexplicably appeared on his face.

Hagrid opened his mouth, feeling a little unable to keep up with the headmaster's rather jumpy thinking, so he could only close his mouth again, lower his head, pinch the handle of the teacup, and silently take a sip of his black tea.

Suddenly, just as the two were quietly enjoying the quiet atmosphere of the morning and the warm sunshine shining in from the glass window, a concise and forceful knock broke the original tranquility.

"Knock, knock, knock…"

Dumbledore raised his head, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Hagrid with a smile still on his face.

"Look… we were just talking about him, and he's already here."

Hearing this, Hagrid also subconsciously twisted his neck and looked towards the wooden door, then grinned and smiled.

He lowered his head, looked at the bottom of the teacup in his hand, put it aside, then stood up, messily wiped his beard, and said to Dumbledore.

"I should go too… Fang's lunch hasn't been prepared yet, I plan to cook something for him first."

As Dumbledore's confidant, although he usually doesn't like to use his brain much, Hagrid still had this bit of discernment.

Anyone with eyes could see that Charlie and Dumbledore would definitely be discussing some important topics in this office later… If not, Dumbledore would naturally not need to go to so much trouble to invite Charlie to Hogwarts.

Sure enough, Dumbledore did not refuse Hagrid.

He picked up his cup of black tea again, nodded thoughtfully, and said with a smile.

"In that case, I won't keep you, after all, in your eyes, there is probably nothing more important than your magical creatures."

"Of course!"

Hagrid walked towards the door, a few happy blushes appearing on his face.

"There are no cuter little guys in the world… They are like my children, a part of my life!"

After speaking, Hagrid naturally opened the door to the Headmaster's office.

"Hi, good morning, Hagrid."

Outside the door, Charlie twisted his neck and greeted Hagrid, who was about to walk out, lazily.

It could be seen that he had only just woken up not long ago.

Due to the indulgence with Severus last night, even though he had already slept, the aftereffects of the Firewhisky still made his head dizzy and faintly painful.

As for Severus… needless to say, he, who had a terrible alcohol tolerance, had already paid a heavy price for his impulsiveness last night—he was still lying on the bed in Charlie's room… Charlie could only hope that he could wake up before lunch.

"Oh, oh, Charlie!"

Due to the conversation yesterday, Hagrid was obviously familiar with him at this moment, and his attitude became much more enthusiastic.

"Come on in, Headmaster Dumbledore is waiting for you in the office, I have to go prepare food for my little darling, so I won't chat with you…"

As he spoke, Hagrid stepped aside, intending to make way for Charlie.

However, just as Charlie was about to enter the Headmaster's office, his chaotic head suddenly seemed to think of something.

"By the way…"

Charlie said, turning his head to look at Hagrid again, reaching into his pocket and rummaging for something.

Soon, he took out a small note and reached out to stuff it into the pocket of Hagrid's exaggerated robe.

"I wrote down what I told you yesterday, Repello Muggletum… I took the time to write it out."

"Really! ?"

Hagrid was stunned for a moment, then surprised.

Obviously, he didn't expect that the casual remark he made on the road would actually be taken to heart by the other party.

He couldn't help but be moved for a moment, but when he opened his mouth, his already scarce vocabulary made him unable to think of any words of thanks, so in the end he had to nod heavily and say with emotion.

"Thank you, Charlie, you are such a good person!"

… … … … … …

Hagrid left, and the door to the Headmaster's office closed behind him.

Charlie smiled, his eyes meeting Dumbledore's, and they looked at each other.

Dumbledore also smiled, raised the cup of black tea that had already been stirred, took a sip, and put it down again.

He said.

"I guess… Charlie, you probably understand why I specifically called you here, right?"

"Uh…"

Charlie scratched his head and sat directly on the high stool that Hagrid had been sitting on.

He thought for a while, then shrugged his shoulders as if joking.

"To be honest… I'm not as clear as you think.

After all, your wisdom is unmatched…"

Charlie hadn't finished speaking when he continued.

"But, I can also vaguely guess some things—probably about our factory's products."

Dumbledore did not deny it, and nodded frankly.

"Yes, you guessed right, it's indeed because of it."

Charlie scratched his head, and a few difficulties appeared between his relaxed brows.

He squinted his eyes, looked at Dumbledore with a half-relaxed, half-serious tone, and asked.

"Then… am I talking to the headmaster of Hogwarts, or the head of Charlie Black's company?"