Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

In the quiet room, the only sound was Ryan's even breathing... He was sleeping soundly and soundly.

In his sleep, his expression, which had been filled with fatigue and decadence, finally relaxed. Under the stubble, a young face with a bit of handsomeness could be vaguely seen.

The sun has risen high, casting the sunlight through the tightly drawn curtains and hitting the room, adding a bit of warmth to the originally dark tone.

Quietly and with a bit of beauty, it seems that the timeline has been stretched infinitely at this stage, turning everything before waking up into eternity.

"Bang bang bang!!!"

However, a sudden knock on the door broke the peace and shattered the original scene into fragments.

The knocking on the door continues, and even if you don't see the person coming, you can still hear some urgency from the other party's rapid knocking.

Ryan's brows furrowed slightly, his eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his slightly anxious eyes.

"Here we come..." He responded vaguely subconsciously, and raised his head with some difficulty.

"Quick! Ryan, let me in quickly! Something big has happened!!"

Outside the door, Russell's voice came in, as if it was filled with great anxiety.

Immediately, Ryan, who was still a little confused, woke up, his eyes became clear again, and without saying anything, he turned over and sat up on the bed.

After putting on his clothes neatly and neatly, he strode straight to the door, pulled out the bolt, and opened the door.

The door was open, and Ryan looked outside. At this moment, Russell's forehead was still covered with sweat on his forehead, and the expression on his face showed some kind of panic. They were about to be crowded together.

Next to him, stood a panting black man - Ryan had some impression of him, this was the guy who left with Charlie not long ago... his name seemed to be Andre.

But he came back like this?

Just as Ryan was stunned and subconsciously thought about this question, Russell was anxious outside the door and refused to waste any time.

He pushed forward without any explanation, and with his small body, he pushed Ryan back to his room.

Immediately afterwards, he and Andre also walked in quickly.

With a "bang", the door to the room was tightly closed, and silence returned to the corridor.

"What's going on, where's Charlie?"

In the room, Ryan frowned sharply. He was a smart man, otherwise he would not have been entrusted by Charlie with the important task of serving as the dealer for the entire Muggle world.

Based on Russell's reaction and Andre's sudden appearance, he vaguely guessed something in the shortest possible time - what big trouble Charlie had encountered in the American wizarding world.

Sure enough, the next second, Russell confirmed his conjecture.

"Charlie...Master Charlie was arrested by the Aurors of the American wizarding community!"

His voice was a little trembling, and he had obviously lost his sense of proportion because of Charlie's incident, and he was no longer as calm and calm as when he was dealing with the internal affairs of the factory.

Ryan's eyes immediately left Russell and turned to Andre beside him.

Andre had just breathed his last until now. When he saw Ryan looking over, he nodded hurriedly.

It can be seen that Andre really spent a lot of effort after receiving Mueller's order.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to travel nearly halfway around the world from New York, USA, to the candy factory in Greater Manchester in just a few hours.

There was no nonsense. Andre knew that Russell had no choice at this moment and that the person in front of him was the real backbone, so he hurriedly told the other party about the matter from beginning to end.

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"... Immediately afterwards, the group of Aurors came and captured Mr. Charlie, and they did not release him until I left."

After Andre's words fell, the room became quiet.

He and Russell looked at Ryan together, hoping to get a solution from the other party.

Ryan did not speak, but fell into deep thought.

He suddenly thought of what Charlie had said to him when he came to look for him at his home not long ago.

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"If something goes wrong while I'm gone...it's up to you."

When Charlie said these words, he was sitting on his expensive sofa, facing him. There was still a relaxed smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes seemed to have some deep meaning.

Ryan didn't think much of it at the time. He just thought Charlie was talking about the factory, so he shook his head and refused.

"Don't you have Russell? He is a good boy. Even if you go there for a year, his ability will not cause anything big to happen to the factory."

However, after hearing Ryan's words, Charlie shook his head and said faintly

"Russell is very reliable...but there are some things he can't do. For example, when he went to deliver the fifty thousand Galleons to Fudge, if I wasn't here and he was alone, he wouldn't even be able to go to the hall of the Ministry of Magic.

How to get in..."

There was a hint of melancholy in his words.

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Back to the present, Ryan looked at everything in front of him, but he seemed to suddenly understand the meaning of Charlie's words, as well as the small detail that the other party seemed to have told him inadvertently...

Ryan's frown relaxed, his eyes shone with understanding, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth unconsciously.

Russell was stunned. He looked at the faint smile on Ryan's face, and the familiar feeling that had been faintly aroused came to his heart again. Only this time, he already understood where that familiar feeling came from.

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"Master...Master?" He seemed to see Charlie...For a moment, a sense of reliability resurfaced, calming his originally panicked spirit, and inexplicably regained his composure.

"Let's go! Let's go together."

Finally, Ryan spoke, and his words were no longer as lazy as yesterday. As he spoke, he pulled the wrinkles on his clothes to make himself look more energetic.

"Go, where?"

"To the Ministry of Magic!"

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In the lobby of the Ministry of Magic, as the elevator descended, the elevator door opened, and a group of three people headed by Ryan strode straight down from above, heading directly towards the elevator leading to Fudge's office.

Due to the urgency of the situation, they didn't have any time to delay, they just wanted to help Charlie solve this problem as quickly as possible.

After all, no one knows whether those foreign Aurors will cause Charlie any trouble after leaving the UK...

Although Ryan is very clear about Charlie's strength, in the end, a strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake. If something goes wrong because of their slowness, Ryan will probably feel guilty for this for the rest of his life...

However, while they were racing against time, Charlie, who was far away in a foreign country, was still sleeping soundly on the torture chair.

I have to say that from the perspective of rest, this interrogation room is an excellent place.

The light is dim, the surroundings are quiet, the chair space is quite large, and there is a special place for you to lie down. In a sense, it is very humane.

While Charlie was resting, suddenly, the door to the torture room was opened again.

And as the door was twisted and made a "squeaking" sound, Charlie also woke up from his sleep again.

He straightened up, stretched his arms lazily, and let out a long yawn.

"Why, is it time for interrogation again?"

He said casually, and after he finished yawning, he calmly looked towards the door.

As a result, to his surprise, the person who came in was not the interrogating Auror just now. It was Sierra Stewart, whom he had just interacted with not long ago.

She walked in, holding a plastic bag with a golden capital letter "m" printed on it.

"No."

After hearing Charlie's question, she shook her head calmly, glanced at the other party, and answered

"Steuf went to the director to apply for help. Your interrogation will probably wait until the afternoon. I'm here to bring you lunch."

As she spoke, she raised the plastic bag containing food in her hand, shook it, and signaled.

"How is it? Are you British accustomed to American fast food?"

She seemed to be in a good mood, maybe because it was not her working time, so the expression on her face was no longer as serious and stubborn as when Charlie saw her, but instead had something special for a girl of her age.

Vigorous and radiant, there was a bit of laughter in the conversation with Charlie.

"I can do anything..."

Charlie spread his hands and said, "I usually only eat biscuits, slices of bread and the like in the UK. It doesn't matter..."

Sierra raised her eyebrows, looking a little surprised. She walked slowly, came to Charlie's side, handed the plastic bag in her hand to him, and then said

"Really? I thought a rich man like you would eat up a week's salary for one meal a day."

"I don't really have much desire for the food I eat."

Charlie lowered his head, looking at the food in the plastic bag while looking at it, and responded.

"If I go out, I would naturally like to eat something good, but in my factory, I am still used to being a little plain."

"Why?" Sierra's eyes flashed with curiosity and she continued to ask.

"Because it distracts me."

He took out a cup of Coke and placed it carefully next to it, then took out the hamburger and peeled off the wrapping paper.

After he finished speaking, he took a big bite.

It can be seen that Charlie is really hungry at this moment...after enduring such a long period of intense interrogation and being detained for a whole morning.

Although Charlie's demeanor remains the same on the surface, in fact, his energy consumption is only a lot more than that of the black man interrogating the Auror.

Probably because of his habits since he was a child, and because he never showed his embarrassed side in front of others, although Charlie ate quickly, he didn't look at all like he was whole.

Sierra didn't say anything more, just found a place, leaned against the wall, folded her hands in front of her chest, and watched quietly as the other party finished all the burgers and Cokes in his hands.

When Charlie was full and took out a tissue to wipe his mouth, Sierra finally sighed and couldn't help but ask the question she had always wanted to ask.

"Honestly...I don't understand." Sierra started.

"You are obviously so successful... In fact, according to the information we have found, even in the American wizarding world, there are few wizards richer than you."

"Why did you come all the way here to kill a dark wizard who might be worse than an ant in your eyes?"

Sierra paused, lowered her voice, and continued cautiously

"Even if you hire a bunch of three-no wizards... with your money, even if you have to buy the lives of all of them, it should be considered trivial, right? Then why did you come here in person?"

Charlie listened to her question quietly while wiping some residue and oil stains from his mouth.

After the other party finally put aside all the doubts in his heart, Charlie put down the tissue, glanced at her, and whispered mysteriously

"Do you really want to know why?"

Sierra's eyes lit up, she nodded quickly, and moved closer seriously.

"Because it wasn't me at all - I didn't know anything."

In Sierra's ears, Charlie whispered like a devil's whisper.

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Sierra went out, not even helping him take away the bags after eating, and just ran out angrily.

"Peng!"

The door of the interrogation room was closed again. When it was opened again, it was probably time for the black Auror named Steve to come back with his helpers to confront the line...

Charlie didn't care about Steve and the helper he was about to bring... Even if the other party was really a master of Legilimency, it wouldn't be a big problem for him.

After all, he had also practiced Occlumency, although he did not take this skill too seriously to become a master of Occlumency like Snape.

However, it must not be difficult to deal with American wizards whose average level is almost one level lower than that of the British wizarding world.

Moreover, using Legilimency on a suspect is not an ordinary interrogation method...

You know, for wizards, exposing the contents of their brains to others is undoubtedly a taboo.

Considering his identity, Charlie believed that the director of the Major Crime Investigation Department would most likely not allow this plan to pass...

"Forget it... let's sleep again, I seem to be a little sleepy."

Charlie was talking to himself, his eyes narrowed again.

He glanced at the door leading to the outside world, then lay back on the chair as he had just done, and continued to sleep while waiting for the actions of Ryan and the others in England.