Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

It smells so good...

When the scroll was opened and the word "protego diabolic" outlined in fancy fonts was displayed in front of him, Charlie couldn't help but think of the two-character mantra of the Internet fried rice giant back then.

This is a fire shield!

You know, although I didn't have the opportunity to see the heroic appearance of the Dark Lord Grindelwald back then.

But before time travel, the image of Charlie with his tall figure and arrogant eyes in the movie was deeply imprinted in his mind, and he could not forget it for a long time.

Especially the scene where he points his wand to the earth and draws a circle of burning blue flames, it is simply amazing.

"Tsk"

Charlie couldn't help but let out a soft smack, and looked carefully up and down at the scroll that recorded the spells and the methods of casting the spells. After confirming that he had read it correctly, he inevitably felt a bit strange in his heart.

What's going on? Ever since he was a child, he has never seen the system be so generous and actually give out two such good things at once.

Although he was thinking this in his mind, the movements of Charlie's hands were not slow at all.

After all, he has no control over the reason. If it comes into his own hands, it belongs to him. Instead of guessing here, it is better to learn it quickly.

He stretched out his hand and opened it slightly toward his coat hanging on the hanger.

"Here comes the magic wand"

He simply recited a sentence without even turning around to look in that direction.

There was no wind in the coat, and the wand inside was summoned immediately, and with a "whoosh" sound it flew into Charlie's hand like a sharp arrow.

From reaching out to the wand flying, everything goes smoothly without even a moment's pause.

On the twelve-inch-long wand, the unique lines of elm wood are still clearly visible, like branches and arms, intersecting and twisting around the core made of the heart nerves of the Norwegian Ridgeback.

It is a magic wand that can only be used by those who are born noble, destined to shine, and can control powerful power.

………………………………

In the early morning, the sun shined through the cracks in the curtains on Russell's face.

Russell opened his eyes on time, sat up from the bed, stretched, and then started to deal with the tasks of the new day.

Although he usually considers himself Master Charlie's servant, everyone with a little knowledge knows that as Charlie's most trusted house elf, the power he holds can be said to be second only to Charlie himself in the entire candy factory.

Except for some extremely important major decisions, almost more than 70% of the major and minor matters in the entire factory are handled by him personally.

Fortunately, Russell did not disappoint his master. He managed the entire factory in an orderly manner, and there was no slack in anything that should be noted.

Even Charlie sometimes couldn't help but wonder whether, as a house elf, he was mixed with the blood of goblins.

Russell stretched, took off his nightcap, and walked to the desk in his room.

He looked up and looked at the two or three piles of various documents already piled high on the desktop.

He couldn't help but stretched out his hand to pat his cheek and sighed.

Because I drove with Charlie to see Harry Potter yesterday, I was put off a whole afternoon of work, and it was all piled up here.

I came back too late at night, so I threw myself on the bed and fell asleep. When I woke up, I saw that it had become a small mountain.

Shaking his head, Russell allowed himself to wake up a little, then turned his head and glanced at the clock on the wall.

"It's six-thirty now... Master Charlie got up at about eight o'clock. If he works a little harder, he should be able to deliver the hot breakfast to Master Charlie in time!"

After pondering for a moment, he stopped dilly-dallying and sat back on his special chair. He skillfully took down a report from the top, dipped the quill on the table in ink, and started his work.

On the wall, the hands of the wall clock kept beating "tick, tick, tick", passing by Russell's swishing pen tip.

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

The state gradually began to enter a good state, and the speed of the hand became faster and faster. In the end, it was even faster than expected, and even afterimages appeared.

As time passes by, the plans piled up on the desk become smaller and smaller until they disappear.

"Ding dong!!"

As the hands of the clock on the wall pointed to eight o'clock, a little bird flew out from inside, circled around the room, and landed in front of Russell's desk. It opened its mouth and made 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.

"Finish."

Russell put the bird back in its place, reached out and grabbed the calling bird 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 arranged in files below, and nodded with satisfaction.

"bring it on!"

Russell clapped his hands and waved his hands vigorously at the documents.

"Crash!!!"

Several stacks of documents seemed to be blown up by the wind in an instant, turning into a long paper dragon, which opened the door of Russell's room and rushed straight out, flying into the hands of other departments in the factory.

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

………

"Knock knock knock..."

Russell was holding a dinner plate in one hand and knocking on the office door with the other.

Russell naturally has the authority of Charlie's office, but as a qualified servant, Russell has extremely strict self-regulation for himself.

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

"Come in……"

Behind the thick door, Charlie's faint voice came.

Russell immediately became energetic, hurriedly tidied his clothes, then opened the door, walked into the office, and said as usual

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

But this time, before he could finish his words, he was frightened by the scene in the office and stopped abruptly.

The blazing black flames filled everything in Russell's field of vision, waving their claws with the rolling heat waves, forming a perfect ring.

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

In the center of the ring of fire, Charlie's voice spoke as usual.