Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

At the dining table, Narcissa remained relatively calm. Even though it was her first time eating surrounded by so many house-elves, she didn't show any difference from her usual self, except that her expression lacked the initial joy and had a hint of unnatural stiffness. →

As for Draco, he was purely curious.

His eyes shone with a bright light as he looked left and right. Even the hot soup and meat pie in front of him couldn't hold his attention at the dining table. Instead, he was marveling at each of the house-elves who were currently eating or playing…

Looking at these house-elves in front of him, he couldn't help but think of Dobby back home.

Clearly, they were both house-elves, so why was the difference between them so vast, as if they were worlds apart…

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The house-elves here were clean and tidy, dressed in brightly colored clothes, with cheerful smiles on their faces at all times. In their eyes, there was a radiance he had never seen before;

But when he thought back to Dobby, he was as thin as a twig, covered in dirt, and always had a timid and humble expression on his face. As for his eyes… Suddenly, Draco realized that he didn't seem to have ever seen Dobby's eyes.

Because whenever he looked at him, Dobby would immediately lower his head as if bitten by a poisonous snake, not daring to make any eye contact…

Thinking of this, Draco's handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly. If he hadn't known beforehand, he would never have believed that the creatures he was seeing now and the house-elves he usually saw were the same kind of being. ♦ ♦     ☞ ♦

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Suddenly, Draco seemed to remember something. His memory returned to Hogwarts, to the night of the troll's roar… It was also a house-elf who had defeated the troll and saved their lives.

If he remembered correctly, his name seemed to be Peng Peng, and he also came from his uncle's factory…

Just as Draco was lost in thought, a large hand quietly landed, unexpectedly patting him on the shoulder and pulling him back to reality from his thoughts.

He subconsciously looked up and saw his uncle looking at him with a smile.

His right hand held up a brandy snifter, gently swirling it. The liquor inside swayed up and down with his movements, shining like a flowing gem under the light, exceptionally beautiful…

"The chicken leg on your plate will be no good if it gets cold."

Charlie said jokingly.

"Ah, I'll eat it now!"

Draco hurriedly refocused his attention on the juicy, tender chicken leg in front of him, which was still oozing oil. He nodded quickly and picked up the chicken leg with both hands, diligently gnawing on it.

However, as he gnawed, his movements slowed down once again.

"Uncle…"

He looked up at Charlie Black, who was calmly cutting the meat pie into small pieces, and suddenly called out to him softly.

"Hmm?"

Charlie stopped the steady knife in his hand, then slowly looked at Draco, waiting for his question without saying a word.

"These…"

Draco turned his body, his gaze sweeping over the house-elves who were still happily eating.

"Are these house-elves all yours?"

Ryan, who was spreading garlic sauce on bread, stopped his movements when he heard Draco's question, glanced sideways in this direction.

Charlie didn't answer the question immediately, but after pondering for a moment, he slowly shook his head.

"Of course not," he said.

"They are all just my employees."

"Em… employees?"

A blank look appeared on Draco's small face. He looked up at his uncle's usual calm expression, opened his mouth, but only repeated what the other had just said.

"Employees."

Charlie smiled, his right fork accurately piercing a piece of cut meat pie.

Immediately, rich gravy seeped out along the pierced, charred brown skin. Together with a bit of locked-in hemoglobin and aroma, it was sent into Charlie's mouth.

"Charlie's Chocolate Factory isn't really as mysterious as everyone thinks… It's just an ordinary factory dedicated to bringing happiness to everyone."

"Muggles, wizards, elves, even goblins or centaurs… Everyone has the right to be happy, and that's the original intention of Charlie's Chocolate."

Charlie closed his eyes slightly, enjoying the meat pie in his mouth. Then he looked up and nodded to Chef Chavchafa, who had created such a delicacy, before slowly saying again,

"It's just that the employees of Charlie's Chocolate Factory are a bit different from others in the British wizarding world. However, that can't deny that they are unique individuals in the wizarding world. They also have life, dignity, and preferences. It's like…"

However, just as Charlie was about to say something more, a pair of large hands, wrapped in a silver light, snatched away half of the meat pie he had just cut from his plate with lightning speed.

"Hey, you even cut it for me!"

Charlie's eyes widened, and he looked in the direction where the meat pie had disappeared. He saw Ryan raising an eyebrow with a provocative look.

While saying "thank you," he kept his hands moving, sandwiching all the meat into the bread spread with garlic sauce, and taking a big bite in front of Charlie.

"Ryan White!"

At this moment, Charlie, who had been maintaining a calm demeanor in front of his nephew, couldn't hold it in any longer. Veins bulged on his forehead, forming a "well" shape, and the muscles in his cheeks also began to fluctuate faintly.

After uttering the other's name word by word, the dining knife in his hand radiated a cold light, and in the next second, it turned into a stream of light and went straight for the bread in Ryan's hand.

Draco, who had been listening attentively to his uncle's teachings, couldn't help but be stunned by this sudden interruption. By the time he reacted, his two uncles had already begun a "cruel" fight.

Speechless for a moment, he lowered his eyes and began to seriously recall what his uncle had just said.

"House-elves are also independent individuals in the wizarding world. They have dignity and preferences…"

"The purpose of Charlie's Chocolate Factory is to bring happiness to everyone, whether they are Muggles, elves, goblins, or centaurs…"

Charlie's words undoubtedly had an impact on the young Draco. Because this was completely opposite to the information he had received in the Malfoy family since childhood…

But for some reason, he was more willing to accept what his uncle said than the usual "common sense"…