Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

Obviously, at the party at night, Charlie Black undoubtedly became the center of attention.

As Mueller said, it was indeed a private party only for "friends", so the number of people who came was not that large.

In total, Ling Ling only had about thirty female companions brought by these wealthy businessmen.

The party was held at Muller's home, a luxurious villa hall, which was already brightly lit when the party started.

Everyone was dressed appropriately, as if they were deliberately imitating the gentlemen in the British wizarding world. At first glance, Charlie couldn't help but feel a little dazed, as if he was still in England at the moment.

Charlie shuttles among the crowd, causing people to talk no matter where he goes.

The wealthy businessmen raised their wine glasses, with reserved smiles on their faces, holding the arms of their female companions, and nodded slightly with Charlie. Then they started chatting. After all the chat topics, they were finally willing to introduce the main topic.

Present your identity and business card...

In this way, by the end of the banquet, Charlie had more than a dozen business cards in his hand.

These business cards run through all walks of life, from light industry to magic props, from clothing to magic brooms. The owner of almost every one of them is a leading figure in the American magic world.

Mueller did not let Charlie leave after the banquet. Since it was too late, he simply stopped him and enthusiastically asked Charlie to stay. He also specially ordered the maid to clean a guest room quickly. It is hard to be kind.

However, Charlie could only nod in agreement in the end.

With a sound of "Huh...", after returning to the room Mueller prepared for him, the expression on Charlie's face also relaxed.

My brain, which had been tense for an unknown amount of time, was finally able to relax.

Without hesitation, he took off his clothes, washed himself, and went straight to the big bed.

Lying on the soft bed, looking at the ceiling in front of him, the exquisite reliefs engraved with unknown stories and the luxurious glass crystal lamps, Charlie only had one thought in his mind.

"Okay, it's all over..."

At this moment, his whole body relaxed. His brain, which had been working at high intensity for nearly two days, could finally rest for a moment.

Just like that, Charlie closed his eyes. The moment his eyelids closed, he fell into a deep sleep.

………………………

Looking back to England, Charlie's factory.

Tonight, in a rare moment, Russell did not deal with the official business as usual, but instead climbed up to the highest roof of the factory with Ryan.

The deep night seemed particularly quiet, and the mist that originally covered the sky seemed to have been blown away, allowing the bright stars and moon to reappear in front of everyone's eyes.

It's just a pity that people don't seem to pay attention to the beautiful scenery above them. They are busy at work and busy with life after work. They can't even squeeze out the time to raise their faces and look at the sky.

Only Russell and Lane were left, having it all to themselves at the moment.

"Seriously...Russell wants to apologize to you."

Feeling the night wind blowing across his cheeks, making his huge ears tremble a bit, Russell spoke.

He looked at Ryan, who was slowly lighting up a cigarette beside him, and said sincerely.

"Um?"

Ryan held the cigarette between his fingers and paused when he was about to put it in his mouth.

He turned his head, looked at Russell, and raised his eyebrows.

The expression on his face is no longer the decisive and confident one it was this morning, but has returned to a hopeless laziness.

"Apologise, what are you apologizing for?" Ryan's voice was relaxed, and even his words were slow and he felt like he didn't need any strength.

It seemed that after it was confirmed that nothing happened to Charlie, nothing in the world could make him feel urgent.

"At that time, Russell used to be self-righteous and thought that he could handle anything. Even if Master Charlie was away, I could still manage the entire factory in an orderly manner. Without any accidents, I would provide Mr. Charlie with the most stable rear."

Russell looked a little sad, his head drooped, and even his ears, which were slightly trembling in the wind, shrank a bit.

"So when Master Charlie told Russell that you were going to take Mr. Charlie's place, to be honest, I actually... felt an inexplicable resistance. Even if it was just for a few days, to be honest, I felt that I couldn't bear it. So in

It was only when you first came here that I showed hostility and talked to you like that."

Ryan's raised eyebrows dropped again, and he nodded thoughtfully, no longer looking at the other party, but looking up at the sky.

The filter tip of the cigarette was held in his mouth. As he took a deep breath, the sparks at the top gradually spread, burning the tobacco inside.

"Huh..." White smoke spurted out from his mouth, and Ryan's eyes narrowed, making his already lazy look even more intense.

For a moment, the atmosphere became silent again. Russell did not continue speaking, and Ryan did not speak. There was only the sound of the evening wind, telling everyone that this story was not silent.

"Actually, you're not wrong." After a long time, Ryan took the cigarette away from his mouth and then responded.

"There was no trouble in the factory, and you did everything you were supposed to do. What happened today was not within the scope of what you should have considered. Otherwise...why did Charlie ask me to come?"

A smile appeared on Ryan's lips, and there was a different look in his eyes.

"And like I told you at the beginning...I agree with you, Charlie Black is irreplaceable by anyone."

He reached out his hand and patted Russell's shoulder skillfully to express his affection and comfort.

Although compared to Ryan's size, Russell was too thin, so he was caught off guard and almost staggered...

"You just said a fact. There is no need to apologize to me for it."

After hearing these words, Russell raised his head in surprise for a moment, his huge eyes looking up at Ryan's profile.

The originally slightly gloomy expression in his eyes became brighter again, with a bit of joy rising up. Even his drooped ears were raised again.

The thoughts of most elves are like this, and they are particularly easy to guess. They are simply not as complicated as humans to hide their emotions. They laugh when they feel happy, and cry when they feel sad. It seems that as long as you

Just look at them and you can tell what they are thinking.

"Thank you, Ryan! You are such a good person!!"

He suddenly tumbled from the roof and shouted happily with a slightly sharp voice.

Then he stretched out his hand, imitating Ryan's behavior just now, stood up and patted the other party's shoulder.

Ryan didn't stop him. He rolled his eyes and continued to hold the cigarette in his mouth, taking a deep drag.

………………

"Actually... Russell has one more thing that he wants to ask you. Of course, if you don't want to answer, just assume that Russell didn't say it."

After Russell was happy and sat down again, he spoke carefully again.

"What?" Ryan responded casually.

"Actually, your name wasn't Ryan... was it?"

Russell's voice sounded extremely solemn when he asked this question.

He carefully observed the other person's expression, and as soon as the other person showed an expression of reluctance, he would immediately change the topic and dismiss it with a laugh.

Originally, he didn't want to ask this... After all, as a servant of Master Charlie, the first thing he has to do is to maintain the attitude that a servant should have.

Although Charlie usually doesn't care much about these things, Russell has always strictly adhered to them, and even vaguely showed that he wanted to use Kreacher in the Black family's ancestral home as a template.

However, when I think of Ryan's expression this morning, his attitude, and the confidence and calmness he exuded after his change.

At that moment, Russell thought in a daze that this was the owner who drank the compound potion! He was so curious that he felt itchy...

So, after returning from the Ministry of Magic, he couldn't wait to rummage around in his room for a long time and found a family rubbing about the Black family.

He already had his own answer before asking this question, and what he needs now is just a confirmation.

Ryan's fingers trembled slightly, and a somewhat inexplicable complex expression appeared in his originally narrowed eyes.

It seems that he is reminiscing, but there is a faint struggle emerging between his eyebrows.

Russell couldn't help but regret it, thinking why he asked this.

So he hurriedly opened his mouth and was about to say something else. When he mentioned this matter, suddenly - Ryan nodded.

"right……"

The complexity in his expression was gone, as if it had never appeared before, and he returned to his original calmness, admitting readily as if answering an ordinary question.

"Regulus Black."

He whispered this strange, yet extremely familiar name.

Although there was no change in his expression, there was a slight change in the ups and downs of his chest.

Although he had already guessed a lot, the name was truly confirmed. When he read it from Ryan's mouth, Russell's heart still couldn't stop surging.

"So, so you-" He felt that his mouth was a little dry, and he stammered and opened his mouth to continue.

"Not dead." Ryan laughed, quite brightly.

If it weren't for the sad stubble on his face, then this smile would look even brighter... Russell thought subconsciously in his heart

At this moment, the cigarette in my hand has been burned to the bottom, the tobacco has been burned out, and the sparks have faded away.

He simply pressed the remaining cigarette on the roof. After completely eradicating the sparks on it, he raised his arm high and threw it away into the distance.

Seeing the remains of the cigarette drawing a graceful arc in the air and finally falling, Ryan felt relieved and took a deep breath.

"I have hidden this secret for many years... No one knows about it except Charlie. Even my brother, he would never think that I am actually still alive."

Ryan stood up, stretched, and then changed his gaze from the moon in the sky to looking into the distance.

"You're the third--the third person besides me and Charlie who knows about this."

Russell was a little sluggish. He looked up at the tall figure and was speechless for a moment.

"Do you know why I told you?"

Ryan continued talking regardless of whether the other party spoke to him or not.

Russell opened his eyes wide and shook his head subconsciously.

"Because, I believe that if even the whole world...including me, betrays Charlie, then you will be the only one standing by his side in the end, so you are worthy of my trust."

Listening to Ryan's words, his eyes couldn't help but blink, as if he had received some kind of supreme affirmation. Russell jumped up immediately, his face flushed, and he nodded vigorously, fully recognizing what the other party said at this time.

"And..." However, before Ryan could finish his words, he closed his eyes and no longer paid attention to the night scene in front of him.

"I also want to find someone to talk to... It's really not an easy thing to keep a secret in your heart for more than ten years."

After that night, Russell's affection for Ryan increased rapidly, suddenly replacing Harry Potter and becoming his second favorite human being.

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Time passed very quickly. The original trip that Charlie had planned was about fourteen days, but due to the active cooperation of various forces in the American magic world, it was shortened to ten days.

Finally, with Charlie's satisfied nod, Andre and Muller formally signed a complete contract with Charlie with a specific distribution plan for the sales of the wine-based ice plum sweets in the United States.

At the same time, this also means that Charlie's journey in the American wizarding world is finally coming to an end...

Standing in front of the MAC door key to the UK, Charlie put on his black trench coat again as when he came.

Just when he was about to put his hand on the door key, suddenly, a voice came from behind him, causing his movements to pause slightly.

“protego diabolic!”

Charlie was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and looked back.

He saw that the female Auror named Sierra Stewart was wearing casual sportswear at the moment, standing not far away looking at him. It seemed that she was not at work right now...

"hello…"

Seeing Charlie turn his head, Sierra smiled and waved to greet him.

"Why are you here?" Charlie couldn't help but raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Actually, I still don't understand -" Sierra walked in a little further and asked mysteriously in a lowered voice.

"Look, you are leaving soon. Can you answer the question I asked you in the interrogation room before?"

Charlie laughed dumbly after hearing these words. After pondering for a moment, he also lowered his voice and said to Sierra

"Next time - when you get to my territory, I will answer this sensitive question of yours."

After saying that, without waiting for the other party's reaction, he stretched out his hand and touched the door key.

"Whoosh!" With a sound, Charlie disappeared, leaving only Sierra. After a moment of daze, she kicked up the tile wall next to her in anger.