Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

When he said these words, it seemed that all his strength had been spent... Dabu lowered his head again, not daring to look at Charlie's eyes or the expression on his face.

He knew that Mr. Black must be looking at him at this moment...because he felt an inexplicable pressure, which came from the weight of his sight.

The office was extremely quiet. After he finished speaking, there was no sound. He even felt that he could hear the "thump thump" sound of the heart beating in his chest... and the sound on Mr. Black's desk.

, the faint snoring of the owls.

Time seemed to be stretched out for an extremely long time, and every second during the period was so painful. It was like a prisoner waiting for the executioner's final execution, and the pressure was suffocating.

Just when Dabu felt that his heart was beating more and more violently, as if he would be unable to hold up under the pressure radiated by Mr. Black and would be defeated in the next second, Charlie finally spoke.

"Why do you want to go to Hogwarts? Is it because you don't like the job I arranged for you?"

What Dabu didn't expect was that his voice was still as soft as before, not as angry as Dabu imagined. Instead, it sounded more like he was discussing something warmly with himself.

As the words fell, the pressure that seemed to be pressing directly on Dabu's heart completely disappeared, and even the stagnant time started to move again.

Dabu raised his head and glanced at Mr. Black carefully.

Through the huge floor-to-ceiling window behind him, the midday sun shone in and fell on his body, softening the lines of his entire body.

And his expression remained unchanged, and the gentle smile never disappeared from his face.

Only at this moment did Dabu realize with some clarity: Mr. Black is still the same Mr. Black, no different from the one he met before. It doesn't mean that he will be different just because he is sitting here or in that position.

Become another person.

"No, in fact, Mr. Black... I like it very much and understand what you mean."

It seemed that Charlie's gentleness gave him the courage to continue speaking again. Dabu shook his head, his eyes gradually became firmer, he looked at the other person and said sincerely.

"But, I want to go outside and take a look...to see what the world is like outside this factory."

"You've already gone out once, remember?"

Charlie pondered for a moment and thought for a while.

Then he stretched out his hand and pointed at Dabu's broken calf. Without any hesitation, he reopened Dabu's newly healed scar...

"..And, the result is not very good."

Listening to Charlie's direct words, Dabu also pursed his lips. He lowered his head and looked at his wooden leg. In a daze, it seemed as if the scene that night was playing out in his mind again...

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As a child who grew up in the huge greenhouse of the factory, everyone around him is so kind and lovely, whether it is Chafucha and Anke as his parents, Russell as his uncle, and the factory he knows

Every elf in there......

Before stepping out of this door, the only human wizard he had ever seen was the boss of this factory—Mr. Charlie Black, who was respected by all the elves.

At that time, he had always naively thought that all human wizards should be like Mr. Black.

Even though his parents told him more than once that not everyone likes elves, he never took these words to heart.

After all, no matter how bad it is, how bad can it be?

However, even such a naive idea was completely destroyed in the Blind Pig Bar——

In front of his drunken eyes, there were blurry and wantonly ugly faces grinning wildly, shouting and cursing, turning the entire bar into a real hell.

The wands were held in their hands, shining with dangerous and deadly light.

Then there was severe pain, and the dense pain made him forget what he should do. Under the great fear, even the magic engraved in the genes of every elf lost its effect.

In the end, I could only faint with deep fear, desperately waiting for everything to end.

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Dabu began to tremble almost subconsciously, as if the wounds on his body that had healed began to hurt again.

And in those big eyes, the original perseverance quietly disappeared... and turned into a bit of confusion and hesitation.

Finally, he slowly lowered his head, not facing Charlie's eyes anymore, but looking at the carpet under his feet.

Charlie frowned slightly, sighed unbearably, and then continued.

"Okay, go back, have a good sleep, and then wait a few days to report to Russell... You are still too young now, living in a factory, and don't understand what it is like outside.

The world is not all good people, or most of them are good people... There are still many people like those in the Blind Pig Bar. Although they may not attack you directly like that, they will give you cold looks and discrimination.

But it will not cause any less damage than the cutting spell."

As Charlie spoke, he paused for a moment... He looked at Dabu, who was still lowering his head and silent and no longer looking at him, and discussed softly in a tone that sounded like coaxing a child.

"Let's wait for a while... wait for a few years, wait until all the things we have to do are completed, and then you can go out without any worries, how about it?"

However, what Charlie didn't expect was that in the face of his request, the child in front of him rarely chose to refuse.

He shook his head. Although his calves were still trembling slightly, his stubbornness had not diminished at all.

"However, even if not all of them are good people, even if not most of them are good people...but there are still more good people than bad people, right?"

Dabu raised his head and asked softly

Charlie couldn't help but froze for a moment, opened his mouth, and was thinking about how to answer this question to Dabu, but his words hadn't stopped yet.

"You just said that I have grown up... What I want is not to hide behind my parents or hide in the factory, waiting for you and others to take care of everything..."

Dabu continued to speak, and as he finished each word, his trembling calves regained their stability, his voice began to become louder and louder, and all the confusion and hesitation in his eyes dissipated, leaving only a light that lit up again.

"I also want to get involved. I want to understand humans, and at the same time let humans understand elves... I want to gain respect through my own efforts and become friends with them. Maybe not everyone is a good person, but as long as there are big

Part is enough!”

"After all, Mr. Charlie is also a good person...so no matter how bad he is, how bad can he be?"

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Even Vivien seemed to be affected by Dabu's impassioned words and struggled to wake up from her sleep.

He raised his head, his half-open eyes still a little confused. The feathers on his body were fluffy and messy...

Vivien took stock of the quiet atmosphere around her. First she looked at her master, and then at the elf opposite her master.

After confirming that nothing happened, just when he was about to go to sleep, Charlie suddenly stretched out his arm and took it from the table into his arms.

"Have you told your father this before you came to me?"

Charlie raised his lips slightly. He no longer looked at Dudley, but lowered his head, took out a handful of owl food from his desk drawer, and handed it to Vivien.

From the aspect of hiding food in drawers, Charlie is really like his old headmaster Albus Dumbledore. But the food he hides is never for himself.

Seeing the food brought to her mouth, Vivien cheered up again, opened her half-open eyes completely, shook her head, and began to enjoy a delicious meal seriously.

"No...no."

Dabu's momentum weakened, and his power was suddenly broken by Charlie's question, and he could no longer maintain his previous state.

He scratched his head in embarrassment, but then added

"But my dad listens to you! As long as I can convince you, then he will definitely agree... Even if it means being beaten by him, I think it's worth it!"

"Sigh...he won't be willing to hit you."

Charlie relaxed and leaned back lightly on the back of the seat. As he spoke, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

After all the food in Charlie's hand was eaten by Vivien, the ring on his hand lit up.

This time, what came into his hand was not a wand, but letter paper, an envelope, and a quill.

"Do you... want to write a letter?"

Seeing Charlie's movements, Dabu stood on tiptoes, cautiously leaned forward and asked

"right."

Charlie nodded, spread the letter paper flat on the desk, and put the envelope aside. Holding Vivien in one hand, he held a quill in the other hand and began to write the content smoothly on the letter paper.

"Who is it written to?"

Dabu took two steps forward. Seeing that Charlie didn't talk to him, he took two more steps and came to the front of the desk.

"Albus Dumbledore...and Dada."

The quill pen's handwriting was flying and phoenix dancing without any pause. While writing, he answered Dabu's questions truthfully.

Hearing Charlie's answer, Dabu's heart made a "pop" sound and beat violently.

His breathing was faintly stagnant, and his already big eyes suddenly got a little bigger, looking at the other person in disbelief.

"So, what you mean is..."

A brief letter was written by Charlie in less than two minutes.

When he clicked on the last punctuation mark, the letter paper that was originally flat on the table floated into the air without any wind, folded several times and finally flew into the envelope.

"Okay, go back and tell Chafucha..."

Holding the letter, Charlie showed it in front of Dabu and winked at him.

"Just tell him that I have agreed to your request and ask him to come to me if he has any questions."

"Thank you!! Mr. Charlie, you are simply the best person in the world!!!!"

At this moment, Dabu seemed to have forgotten that his calf was gone and turned into a prosthetic leg made of wood. In excitement, he jumped up and jumped more than one meter high.

The consequences are also conceivable. Under the witness of Charlie, he sat directly on the ground with a "pop".

Fortunately, Charlie's office was covered with thick carpets, so he didn't suffer any damage from the fall.

Dabu, who had fallen down, was not sad, instead he got up from the ground with a smile.

"Then, I'll go back first, Mr. Black!"

As he spoke, Dabu happily ran towards the door. At the last moment when he went out, he turned around again, bowed seriously to Charlie, then opened the door and ran out in a bound.

.

He didn't go anywhere else, but ran directly in the direction of his home. Even the wooden leg seemed to be a little lighter with his body.

Charlie looked at the back and couldn't help but smile brightly. He also felt an unknown emotion in his heart.

He has been praised by many people, and many people have called him a "good guy". Whether it is Fudge, Hagrid, or Old Muller, or even Umbridge, whom he dislikes very much, he once flattered him.

Hold his hand and express your gratitude to him.

But the only one who really made him happy was Dabu... because he was serious, he really felt that way, and it was not just a courtesy.

In his heart, he is the greatest good person in the world.

Even if Charlie knows that he is not actually a good person, he is just a speculator, a gray figure wandering between black and white. But this does not prevent him from being happy for a genuine compliment...

It can be regarded as bringing some short-term comfort to my hypocritical soul.

"Okay, Vivien..."

Charlie let go of the owl that had shrunk again after eating in his arms, scratched his head skillfully, handed over the letter he had just written, and continued to speak softly.

"Go and help me deliver this letter to Principal Dumbledore."

"Gu——"

Vivien's voice sounded like she was still dissatisfied, but looking at the letter in front of her, she still opened her mouth and took it in her mouth.

The two claws that were well hidden in the feathers stretched out again, and then stepped on Charlie's body a few times deliberately. After rumpling Charlie's clothes a few times, it was satisfied.

It started to flap its wings and then took off.

Charlie waved his hand gently and opened the closed window just enough for his body to squeeze through.

Holding the letter in her mouth, Vivien flapped her wings and turned into a stream of brown-black light, flying towards the distance until she finally disappeared. The small opening of the window also closed again.

Charlie was still sitting in his seat, resting his elbows on the table and holding his forehead, seeming to be thinking about something... The quiet room became Charlie's space again.