Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

"So fragrant..."

When the scroll opened, and the words "Protego Diabolica," drawn with fancy lettering, appeared before his eyes, Charlie couldn't help but recall the two-word mantra of that internet stir-fry magnate from back in the day.

This was Fiendfyre Protection!

You have to know, although he didn't have the chance to witness firsthand the heroic figure that Grindelwald, the Dark Lord, cut back then.

Before he transmigrated, the image of that tall and proud figure in the movie was deeply imprinted in Charlie's mind, and he couldn't forget it for a long time.

Especially the scene where he pointed his wand at the ground, drawing a ring barrier burning with blue flames, was simply the coolest thing ever.

"Tsk."

Charlie couldn't help but click his tongue softly, carefully examining the scroll that recorded the spell and incantation method, confirming that he really hadn't misread it, and a sense of wonder couldn't help but arise in his heart.

What's going on? Since he was a child, he had never seen the system be so generous, actually giving him two such good things at once.

Although he thought so in his heart, Charlie's actions were not slow at all.

After all, he couldn't care less about the reason; anyway, once it was in his hands, it was his. Instead of guessing here and there, it was better to learn it quickly.

He stretched out his hand, opening it slightly towards the coat hanging on the rack.

"Accio Wand."

He simply said a sentence, without even deliberately turning around to look in that direction.

He saw the coat moving without wind, and the wand inside was immediately summoned. With a "whoosh," it flew into Charlie's hand like an arrow.

From reaching out to the wand flying over, the whole set of movements was smooth and flowing, without even the slightest pause.

On the twelve-inch wand, the unique patterns of elm wood were still clearly visible, like branches intertwined around the core made of the heartstring of a Norwegian Ridgeback.

It was a wand that only those born noble, destined to shine, and capable of wielding great power could use.

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In the morning, the sun shone on Russell's face through the gaps in the curtains.

Russell woke up on time, sat up from the bed, stretched, and then began to handle the tasks of the new day.

Although he usually considered himself Charlie's servant, everyone who knew a little knew that as Charlie's most trusted house-elf, the power he held could be said to be second only to Charlie himself in the entire candy factory.

Usually, except for some extremely important major decisions, almost 70% of the big and small matters of the entire factory were handled by him personally.

Fortunately, Russell did not disappoint his master, managing the entire factory in an orderly manner, without the slightest slack in any place that should be noticed.

It even made Charlie sometimes wonder if he, as a house-elf, had mixed in the blood of a goblin.

Russell stretched, casually took off the sleeping cap on his head, and walked to the desk in his room.

Looking up at the various documents that had piled up into two or three stacks on the desk.

He couldn't help but reach out and pat his cheeks, sighing.

Because he accompanied Charlie to see Harry Potter yesterday, the work for the entire afternoon was delayed, and all of it was piled up here.

He came back too late at night, and fell asleep directly on the bed. When he woke up and looked, it had already become a small mountain.

Shaking his head, Russell made himself a little more awake, then turned his head and glanced at the wall clock.

"It's 6:30 now... Master Charlie probably gets up around 8:00. If I work 'slightly' harder, I should still be able to catch up and deliver a hot breakfast to Master Charlie!"

After estimating for a moment, he stopped dawdling, sat back in his specially made chair, skillfully took a report from the top, dipped the quill on the table in ink, and began his work.

On the wall, the hands of the clock ticked non-stop, passing by in Russell's swishing pen.

Russell quickly became completely immersed in it, with nothing else in his eyes except the work in front of him.

The state gradually began to enter a good state, and the speed on his hands became faster and faster, and in the end, it was so fast that it didn't look like it, and even afterimages appeared.

Seeing the time passing little by little, the plan for the documents piled up on the desk also became shorter and shorter, until it disappeared.

"Ding-dong!!"

As the hands of the wall clock pointed to eight o'clock, a small bird flew out from inside, circled in the room, and landed on Russell's desk, opening its mouth to make a crisp sound.

"Ding-dong!!!"

At this moment, Russell's quill fell on the last piece of paper, and he just finished writing the last punctuation mark.

"Complete."

Russell put the pen back in its place, reached out and grabbed the bird calling on the table, and threw it back into the clock.

Then he lowered his head, looked at the documents that he had corrected and neatly filed below, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Come on!"

Russell clapped his hands, waving his hands hard at those documents.

"Whirr!!!"

Several stacks of documents instantly turned into a long paper dragon as if swept up by the wind, crashing open the door of Russell's room and rushing straight out, flying to the hands of other departments in the factory.

Everything was completed, and Russell also changed out of his pajamas, took out a dress from the closet that was no different from yesterday, and put it on again. He left his room and walked towards Charlie's office.

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"Knock, knock, knock..."

Russell held a tray in one hand and knocked on the door of the office with the other.

Russell naturally had access to Charlie's office, but as a qualified servant, Russell had very strict self-regulation.

Without the master's summons, he would never enter the office without permission, but would choose to stand obediently at the door and knock.

"Come in..."

Charlie's faint voice came from behind the thick door.

Russell immediately perked up, hurriedly tidied up the clothes on his body, then pushed open the door, and while walking towards the office, he spoke as usual.

"My respected Master Charlie, good morning!! Your most loyal, most reliable servant, Russell, is now..."

It's just that this time, before he could finish speaking, he was stopped abruptly by the scene in the office at this moment.

The raging black flames filled everything in Russell's vision, arrogantly brandishing and grasping the rolling heat waves, forming a perfect ring.

"It's okay, Russell, just come over here."

In the center of the fire ring, Charlie's voice was as usual, as if saying.