Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

After leaving Katie's Magical Hut with that hideously deformed wand in hand, Charlie didn't hesitate. He waved it again, letting the somewhat clumsy magic fluctuate more and more with the movement of his wrist.

With a "whoosh," a beam of light suddenly illuminated the dim alley, but quickly faded. As the light dissipated, Charlie vanished from the spot, heading straight for the Blind Pig bar.

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"Ackwin!! Tell us again how you chopped off that house-elf's leg that day!!"

In the smoky haze mixed with various alcoholic odors, the Goblin jazz band continued to play, but few were paying attention anymore.

A wizard, clearly drunk out of his mind, grinned, belched, and revealed a set of yellowed teeth.

He turned his head and drunkenly patted a gaunt, seemingly Latino wizard beside him.

The gaunt wizard picked up a glass of Gurdyroot liquor and downed it in one gulp. Seeing everyone looking at him, he obligingly stood up from his seat.

Stumbling a few steps to the wall, he reached up and took down a shriveled little leg from the exhibits hanging there—the very one Dobby had chopped off.

The gaunt wizard grabbed the ankle of the little leg, held it high, and surveyed the crowd, taking in all their expressions. Only then did he finally proclaim proudly to them,

"This was no easy feat—don't you think I'm lying to you. → He's no ordinary house-elf."

"That… guy's skin is really thick, and it was thanks to me!"

As he said this, the pride on his already smug face grew even stronger.

He raised his chin high and then patted his chest forcefully.

"You didn't see it then!? So many wizards were attacking him, but only I managed to chop off his leg!"

"Just like when you took out those three Muggles with a Severing Charm in Arkansas!"

Someone in the crowd, clearly familiar with this gaunt wizard named Ackwin, naturally chimed in loudly.

"That's right!!!"

Mentioning this seemed to inject Ackwin with chicken blood, and he perked up, waving the little leg in his hand, and said,

"Just like when I took out that family of Muggles! When it comes to my Severing Charm! I'm not bragging! I'm sure I'm the best at it in the Blind Pig."

Ackwin licked his lips, seeming to reminisce about the fun he had when he was first wanted, and a somewhat morbid tenderness appeared on his face.

"It all comes from persistent practice…"

Feldes naturally noticed the commotion in the bar. He glanced at Ackwin, who was still bragging, shook his head with a smile, and then put a cigar in his mouth, taking a deep puff.

A puff of faint pink smoke came out of his mouth, and a look of intoxication gradually rose on Feldes' face.

Clicking his tongue, Feldes turned his head, glanced at a subordinate beside him, and couldn't help but ask,

"Why is this batch so strong? Where's it from?"

"It's something new that arrived from Germany recently."

The subordinate quickly bowed and answered carefully.

"As expected of German stuff… the materials are genuine."

Feldes nodded in satisfaction, stroked the mustache under his nose, and took another deep puff.

However, before he could exhale this puff of smoke, a loud roar exploded beside his ear.

"Boom!!!!!"

Gu Yi

"Cough cough cough…" The sudden sound startled Feldes. He didn't catch his breath and almost inhaled the cigar smoke directly into his lungs.

"Damn it, what was that noise?"

He lowered his head and coughed awkwardly, while subconsciously squinting his eyes and looking in the direction of the sound.

He saw that Ackwin, who had just stood up and was ranting wildly, was now silent.

His head had disappeared, and only scorched marks remained where his neck connected to his head, gradually spreading downwards.

His body was still standing, and the arm holding up his "trophy" was still raised. It seemed that even Ackwin himself hadn't realized that he was dead.

For a moment, the noisy bar seemed to freeze, falling silent.

With a "thud," the cigar Feldes was holding fell to the ground. He was also stunned, stunned by this sudden accident of unknown cause.

But in the next second, he immediately reacted, his brows furrowing into a knot. He "whooshed" up from his seat, searching for the caster in the crowd while cursing loudly,

"Which damn bastard! Doesn't he know you can't fight in the Blind Pig bar!!!!!"

Everyone, no matter how drunk, sobered up. They began to look around warily. Some even drew their wands, preparing to cast spells.

"So… wasn't he the one who just chopped off a house-elf's leg in this stinky place not long ago?"

Just as everyone was on alert, the atmosphere was becoming tense, and the situation was rapidly deteriorating, Charlie's voice suddenly came from the crowd.

Immediately, the wizards next to him subconsciously retreated, and all eyes converged.

Charlie was sitting at an ordinary table, like the other guests who came here, ordering a glass of Gurdyroot liquor and drinking it alone.

The wand was still in his hand, and at the tip of the wand, the residual heat had not dissipated, and a wisp of white smoke was drifting upwards. Its meaning was self-evident.

Looking at Charlie, who was calm and composed, as if he didn't feel that he was being watched by a whole bar of desperadoes, Feldes narrowed his eyes.

After a moment of silence, Feldes tentatively asked,

"Are you the owner of that house-elf?"

"No, I'm his boss." Charlie shook his head, put down the glass in his hand, then stood up, patted the wrinkles on his clothes, and said unhurriedly.

"… … …"

The brows that had been furrowed together did not relax, but instead tightened a bit.

Feldes' many years of experience were inexplicably knocking in his heart, telling him that the guy in front of him was not someone to be trifled with.

"No matter what you are to him…"

Feldes organized his words while warily looking at the ugly wand in the other party's hand.

"At least now, Ackwin is dead. Ackwin was wrong first, I'll give you face and let you leave, how about it?"

Hearing Feldes' statement, all kinds of surprised, puzzled, and astonished emotions in the bar were mixed together, forming a noisy sound.

"Don't be ridiculous…"

However, facing Feldes' generosity, Charlie did not nod in agreement.

He laughed, staring straight at Feldes, making the other party feel faintly cold in his heart.

"If I go back like this, I won't be able to explain to my people."