Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

At the top of the stairs, Quirrell stood there without making any movement.

He just watched quietly as the two people walked into the second floor step by step, then disappeared into the darkness.

It wasn't until the sound gradually faded away and became inaudible that Quirrell's smile faded a little, turned his head, and walked calmly back to the teachers' dormitory where he was.

"Crunch...Peng!"

When the wooden door of the room was completely closed, the expression on his face suddenly turned ferocious.

His eyes were bloodshot, almost bulging out of their sockets, and the muscles in his cheeks were twitching faintly, as if he was experiencing some great pain.

He staggered forward two steps, and then fell to his knees on the ground with a thud. Sweat was like raindrops, crackling and wet the floor under him, but Quirrell couldn't care less.

He hurriedly reached out and took off the thick turbans wrapped around his head layer by layer, leaving the mark on the back of his head, and Voldemort's ugly face was revealed again.

As soon as he broke free from the sweat-smelling turban and breathed fresh air, Voldemort immediately struggled and roared at Quirrell.

"Look what stupid thing you did again!? Even if it's such a small thing, you can ask these two brats to discover it!!!"

"Immediately!! I want you to find a chance immediately! No matter what method you use! Deal with them! In addition to Harry Potter, there is another child! I must kill him too!"

However, after hearing Voldemort's order, Quirrell, who knelt on the ground, couldn't help but tremble.

It seemed that some extremely terrifying memory was poured into his mind again, so that even when facing his master's anger, he could barely raise his head and resist with trembling.

"No...my master...you can't do this!"

Voldemort obviously did not expect that Quirrell, his always respectful and obedient dog, would dare to openly disobey his orders. He was stunned at first, and then the next second, a sharp pain enveloped Quirrell's body.

Voldemort roared, and that ugly face kept pulling at the skin on the back of his head, almost making him lose control of his body.

"Do you want to die!?!? Quirrell! Don't think you are irreplaceable!! I can always find a follower who is more loyal and more useful than you to use for me!!! You!

Damn shit!!"

Quirrell was in severe pain, and just as Voldemort said, he lowered his kneeling body and twitched and rolled on the floor like a wild dog that had been whipped by humans.

While using up the little strength he had left, he barely managed to maintain his consciousness and explained to his master.

"That kid...he is Charlie Black's nephew."

As soon as these words came out, the furious Voldemort suddenly stopped.

And the pain that enveloped Quirrell, which he could never forget for almost the rest of his life, finally stopped.

"Huchi...huchi...huchi"

Breathing heavily, the next second after the pain stopped, he quickly turned his body over and resumed the posture that represented humility and loyalty at the beginning. Then with a somewhat hoarse voice, he reluctantly

He talked to his master in detail

"Charlie Black is his uncle... almost everyone in Hogwarts knows this. He said that Charlie Black doted on him very much, and even the private notes he used during school were kept intact.

It was given to him without moving."

Sweat soaked through his already thin pajamas, causing the fabric on his back to stick directly to his back. It was sticky and extremely uncomfortable...

But he did not dare to neglect. Quirrell knew that his life and death were in Voldemort's hands. As long as he wanted to, he could easily kill himself.

As for whether it is really what the other party said, after killing him, there will be a lot of subordinates, vying to be the first to serve him in his place... Quirrell doesn't know, but he doesn't dare to try.

After all, even if there was only one percent chance of it being true, he couldn't afford to gamble.

What he wanted was powerful power, rights, and more wealth... The greed in his heart made him surrender to the Dark Lord and believe in him, treating him as his god. But compared to others, he

I am also more afraid of death.

So after just taking a few breaths, he continued talking non-stop. He told the other party all his thoughts.

"If...if Draco really dies...then Charlie Black will definitely come to Hogwarts.

As long as he detects a little bit of my breath - then my master, we are finished..."

After finishing speaking, Quirrell paused deliberately and carefully for a while. Seeing that Voldemort was silent and seemed to be thinking, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Strike while the iron is hot and continue to persuade.

"Please forgive me for being abrupt, Master... You are invincible and you are still too weak now, and it will take a long time to recover. If this really ignites Charlie Black's anger, then it is simply impossible for the two of us to bring him down."

When it subsides...at that time, his identity will change. From an ally to a life-eating wolf."

"This...this is not a good deal."

After Quirrell finished speaking, his head hit the floor hard, his body still trembling, waiting for his master's reaction.

After a long time... Voldemort calmed down, and his hoarse and unpleasant voice also contained a rare soothing and gentle tone that he didn't usually have.

"I wrongly blamed you, my loyal servant. This... is indeed a very embarrassing matter."

Quirrell couldn't help but closed his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, and almost fell to the ground unable to hold on.

However, Voldemort hadn't finished speaking yet.

"But...some things have to be done, and there are always ways to do them."

He spoke again, his voice still soft, but his commanding tone was unmistakable.

"Think about it and find a way to kill those two kids without letting Charlie Black find out that we did it."

"I think you can do it. Right, Quilinas Quirrell?"

Quirrell felt an inexplicable chill sweep over him, penetrating his whole body and penetrating all his internal organs.

"Yes...I understand. Just like what you said, my master."

………………………………

The next day, Harry Potter, who had not slept all night, walked out of the Slytherin lounge with a huge black eye, and walked side by side with Draco, who was also not very energetic, towards the classroom where the first class of the morning was held.

Go ahead.

The two of them didn't say anything, they just looked at each other with a tacit understanding. Their eyes were full of complexity...

In this way, the morning class passed in a moment of absent-mindedness. Even Draco did not show the same extraordinary energy as before in his favorite Potions class, even when he asked them to answer questions

, and no longer deliberately raised his hand... causing Hermione, who regarded him as a competitor, to look in disbelief.

The changes in the status of the two people are naturally impossible to hide from their partners.

It wasn't until the four of them came to the cafeteria to have lunch at noon, and faced with the questioning and questioning from Ron and Hermione, that Harry finally couldn't stand it anymore and had no choice but to tell what happened last night.

In the meantime, after telling the story of the two people sneaking into the forbidden book area, he specifically ignored Draco next to him.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of stopping him from continuing, he informed Ron and Hermione of the series of events that followed.

Ron sat opposite Harry, his eyes widened. Even though he had just taken a bite of the chicken drumstick in his hand, by this time, he had forgotten to chew.

Even Hermione's beautiful eyes couldn't help but flicker for a while, her mouth opened slightly, and she subconsciously wanted to scold the two people, but she was attracted by the story Harry told her, so she could only read it first.

He suppressed it and continued to listen.

It wasn't until Harry finished telling the story about Professor Quirrell's appearance at the end, and how he and Draco returned to the Slytherin common room holding a whole bag of sweets, that the two finally came to their senses.

"You two went on an adventure and you didn't call me?!"

Ron blinked his eyes, ate the chicken legs in his hands skillfully in two bites, and then shouted with a sad and angry look, his eyes full of resentment, as if what he had been worried about before had finally come true at this moment.

Obviously, he didn't hear the main meaning of Harry's story. He was just "Draco and Harry didn't call him, and sneaked out to play at night", which gave him all the appeal.

attention.

This provoked Hermione, who was about to speak, to give him a big eye roll.

"Is there something wrong with your understanding?" The reprimand that was originally going to be directed at Harry and Draco suddenly shifted its focus and came to Ron.

"I thought so from the beginning." Draco, who had been silent for the whole time, just picking at the food on his plate and thinking about something, raised his head and manually gave Hermione a thumbs up, as if he had found it.

Just like a confidant.

But she didn't expect that after talking about Ron, Hermione's attention returned to Harry and Draco.

"And you—are you crazy?"

In order to express the severity of her tone, Hermione raised her eyebrows slightly as she spoke, turned her pink hands into fists, and hammered the table hard.

"How dare you do this?! Let's not talk about your unauthorized access to the restricted book area. When you encounter such a dangerous guy, isn't the first thing you should do to ensure your own life safety? Why do you follow me like this?

past?!"

Harry couldn't help shrinking his neck after being scolded by Hermione. Recalling the state of himself and Draco at that time, he didn't know what was wrong. For a moment, his blood surged, and he chased Draco together.

Go up. Now that I think about it carefully, it makes people shudder and make them feel afraid."

Looking at Draco, Draco lowered his head again and fiddled with the food on the plate.

The original small tomatoes were now being torn apart by the fork, almost turning into ketchup.

Even so, with Draco's proud temperament, he did not stand up and exchange passionate words with Hermione. It seemed that he knew that he was wrong and chose to endure it silently.

"alright--"

He continued to lecture the two of them for nearly ten minutes. Ron on the side finished his portion of chicken drumsticks and quietly wiped out Draco's portion while watching the show.

Hermione, whose mouth was dry, stopped and gave a conclusion to this "meeting".

"Next time you two must not act alone!! When you go to the restricted book area tonight, you must take me with you!"

"Huh?!" When these words came out, Harry and Draco were obviously beyond their expectations. They suddenly raised their heads and looked at Hermione.

After all, Hermione was not as good as the other three boys, and her face was a bit thinner. Facing their surprised looks, Hermione couldn't help but blush slightly. She could only pretend to be normal and explained dryly.

"Anyway...even if I advise you, you will definitely not listen to me, right? Then you might as well let me go with you. If you really encounter any danger, I will definitely be able to do more.

Some!"

Hearing this, before Harry could react, Ron, who was eating deliciously across from him, quickly swallowed what was in his mouth and quickly raised his hands to express, "Well! I'm going too! If you want Hermione to go, you must

Take me with you too."

"It doesn't matter..."

Draco looked around, scanning everyone's faces, and his mood inevitably felt a little better.

He shrugged, pierced the almost rotten tomato on the plate with a fork, and put it into his mouth.

Feeling its juices exploding wantonly in his mouth, Draco nodded and said this

"Anyway, one more person means more strength."

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At the same time, his attention shifted to Charlie again.

At this moment, it was rare that he did not continue to spend the day leisurely in his office as before.

Instead, Russell and Russell arrived at the gate of the candy factory.

Not only the two of them, but also the elves in the factory all stopped what they were doing at this moment, walked out of the factory and came behind Charlie.

Not for anything else, just because today is the day when Dabu heads to Hogwarts!

Different from the last time he went to the American wizarding world, this time Dabu did not leave on a [business trip], but was officially [transferred] to a completely new environment.

Although all the elves are willing to offer their best wishes to this child who has grown up under their common eyes, they are also worried about it in their hearts.

After all, no one has a better say than them about what the outside world is like.

"Have you really made up your mind?"

Charlie leaned down and patted Dabu on the shoulder. Watching him carrying a huge luggage, it was as if he could vaguely see his child about to leave for a long distance, which made people sigh.

"Um!"

Dabu didn't say much, just nodded, his eyes firm as before.