Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

When we returned to the factory, it was already late at night.

Charlie no longer kept Russell with him. After driving him elsewhere, he returned to the office alone with the bag of violet candies.

With a "Peng" sound, the office door slowly closed.

Completely isolate the world inside from everything outside the door. This is a world that belongs to Charlie alone, a separate space. Under the protection of dozens of spells layered on top of each other, the security of Charlie's office has been increased to a certain extent.

It can be called the best in the world.

Even if Voldemort comes in person, it will take a lot of effort to break the restriction without Charlie's permission.

"Um……"

Charlie stretched out and tried his best to extend his limbs outwards. He didn't stop until his whole body made a crisp sound of "clack, cluck, cluck, cluck, clack, clack, clack, cluck, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, clack, cluck, clack, cluck, cluck, cluck, clack, cluck, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack out out out of his body."

He rubbed his sore neck and snapped his fingers to light up the crystal chandelier above the office.

Then he took off his coat and hat, then walked back to his seat again.

Put down the candies. In front of the long table, the undrunk coffee that Charlie left was still there, but it was completely cold, without any warmth.

The newspaper was placed there flatly. Under the report about Harry Potter at the top, a man in a ridiculous clown suit was still throwing the ball tirelessly. But the content above did not make Charlie feel much.

interest.

He casually slumped down on the chair, resting his feet on the long table and pressing the Daily Prophet without any other consideration.

If Russell saw this scene, his jaw would probably be shocked.

In his eyes, his master has always been a well-dressed gentleman with the unique temperament of a pure-blood noble, making everyone who sees him feel ashamed.

Behavior like this, no matter how you think about it, should not happen to your great master.

But Charlie was too tired, so tired that he no longer bothered to pay attention to so many etiquettes of the so-called pure-blood nobles.

In his opinion, some things are specially shown to outsiders.

His purpose of maintaining that perfect state is to reveal to the other party a feeling from the inside out through his words and deeds, to win the favor of others, and to establish a good personality in front of the public.

If you are alone, it would be silly to go out of your way to constrain yourself with so many rules and exhaust yourself.

You know, he is not some stupid pure-blood noble.

His own act of establishing the House Elves Liberation Front destined him to be a fighter against dogma.

Charlie closed his eyes slightly and reached out to rub his temples.

While taking a deep, comfortable breath, he began to replay the entire process of meeting Harry Potter for the first time today.

"Harry Potter, Hogwarts..." Charlie murmured.

"Violet sugar flying"

As he spoke, he casually hooked the violet candy on the table and flew it into his mouth.

In an instant, the rich violet aroma spread freely from his mouth again, and rushed to his brain along with the pleasant cooling feeling.

"nice one……"

Charlie couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and closed his eyes again.

"Perhaps, I should visit my old principal... I hope he still likes lemon sorbet as much as before."

After saying that, he took another deep breath, Charlie found a comfortable position to relax his whole body, and just sat on the seat, accompanied by the fragrance of violets, and fell asleep.

………………

"knock……"

"Knock knock..."

"Knock knock... knock"

I don't know how long it took, but a rhythmic knocking sound woke up Charlie, who was sleeping soundly on the seat, and forcefully pulled him out of his original sweet dream.

Charlie frowned, opened his eyes from the haze, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound with some dissatisfaction.

Finally, his eyes fell on the heavy curtains behind him, or to be more precise, behind the curtains.

In an instant, Charlie, who was still a little angry to wake up, seemed to remember something, and his sleepiness completely disappeared.

He opened his eyes completely, came to his senses and rolled down from his seat.

"Cluck, knock, knock," a crisp sound came from his waist, causing him to take a breath instantly.

"Damn...I should remember next time not to sleep like this again."

While muttering, he walked slowly to the curtains, then reached out and opened the curtains.

Through the window, the moon was still high, and it seemed that Charlie had not slept for too long.

I saw a ghost owl with mottled gray-brown and brown feathers standing on the windowsill at the moment, tilting its head and looking up at Charlie who had opened the curtains. Then it stretched out its short beak and pecked the glass twice.

, and made a crisp "knock-knock" sound.

"I knew it was you...Vivien"

Charlie's face showed a true expression. As he spoke, he skillfully opened the window.

Vivien was not polite. When she saw the window finally opened, she opened her short beak and made a strange short cry. Then she flapped her wings and flew straight in along the open window.

It landed impartially on the top of the hanger where Charlie hung his coat and hat.

Leisurely tidying up the slightly damp feathers.

"Okay, come on baby."

After closing the window, Charlie slowly took out the owl food from the drawer under the long table, pinched a handful, put it in his hand, and motioned to Vivien on the clothes rack above.

"Gu...Gu Gu."

Vivien twisted her head and let out a cry that only Charlie could understand. Then she spread her wings, glided from top to bottom, and landed steadily on Charlie's raised arm.

Charlie skillfully stroked its dew-stained feathers, opened his palms, and let it eat the food in his hands.

Looking at Vivien who was enjoying her meal, she couldn't help but let out clear sounds like a piccolo from her throat.

The corners of Charlie's mouth also raised slightly.

This ghost owl named Vivien is no ordinary owl.

He is a creation from the system and has been with him since he was a child for thirty years.

When he was just born, Vivien suddenly appeared at the window of the Black family, quietly watching Charlie, who was still a baby.

Every time there is a task in the system, the rewards obtained and the newly issued tasks will also be sent to Charlie's hands.

This time is no exception.

Charlie lowered his head, looked at the small box tied to Vivien's feet, opened it with ease, and took out the contents.

It was a ring set with red gemstones.