Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

Shortly after the meeting, Russell quickly came to Chavcha's office with the task assigned by Charlie.

After withdrawing a relatively objective sum of money, he left the factory and headed towards the Daily Prophet newspaper office.

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Located in Diagon Alley, among the bustling crowd of wizards and intricate shops, the headquarters of the Daily Prophet is crowded among them.

At that time, it was a small wooden house, divided into two floors. The building was crooked and not very aesthetic from a Muggle perspective.

Unlike other stores that make their signs bright and eye-catching, the main office of the Daily Prophet only has a wooden door sign in front of the door.

The words "The Daily Prophet" were engraved on it in a careless font. There were faint signs of mold on the corners of the wooden sign, and it looked like it had been there for many years.

But it doesn't matter... After all, as a newspaper publication, it is essentially different from the surrounding stores. No matter how dilapidated its store door is, it will not affect the sales of the Daily Prophet at all.

According to the words of Barnabas Guffey, editor of the Daily Prophet, reporters usually don't stay here for too long anyway, so it would be better to spend useless money on renovating the main office.

Spend more energy and look for valuable news! Moreover, in a sense, such an environment is also better for editors and reporters to distribute upwards...

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As a ray of light flashed past, Russell's figure suddenly appeared on the street of Diagon Alley, inserting himself into the crowd.

"…a house elf?"

"Ha, look, he's dressed like a wizard..."

Beside Russell, the wizards who were passing by each other looked at the elf rushing in front of them. They couldn't help but slow down their steps, with a bit of surprise and inquiry in their eyes. It seemed that they had an inconsistent impression of Russell.

I am very interested in the exquisite modeling.

So he spoke to his friends around him and commented frankly without hesitation.

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In this regard, Russell's expression did not change at all. No matter how others cast their eyes full of emotions, his eyes were still looking at the surrounding shops, as if he had been used to this for a long time, and even his emotions were gone.

There is no ups and downs at all.

While walking forward in the direction of the crowd, he looked at everything around him and tried hard to find the address of the main office of the Daily Prophet.

They all showed an attitude of turning a deaf ear to everything that came to their ears. However, faced with Russell's acquiescence and disregard, the wizards around him not only did not restrain themselves, but became even more unscrupulous.

"This guy must be a freak... Look, he dresses better than me."

"Hey! Little Man, has anyone ever told you that slaves can't wear such nice clothes?"

"Can't you hear me? You were thrown away by your master because of your bad ears, is that right?"

Just when one of the wizards was laughing and reaching out to pull Russell's collar, Russell, who had been unresponsive at first, finally started to move.

He turned his head, turned sideways, and nimbly avoided the wizard's movement, causing his outstretched hand to fall empty.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"

Russell's originally calm face became rarely serious, and his huge eyes were half-closed, looking at the other party coldly and calmly.

Under his gaze, the originally joking wizard's heart suddenly lifted a little for some unknown reason, and his body subconsciously tensed up as he took two steps back.

However, when he reacted, perhaps because he subconsciously stepped back, he felt annoyed and angry. His originally playful expression changed for a while, and finally he became unhappy.

He also looked at Russell, his brows furrowed into knots, then he took out the wand from his robe and pointed the tip of the wand at the other party.

"Do I need to tell you what I need to do? It seems like your last master didn't tell you what you should do."

"..." Russell didn't say anything more, just looked at him calmly, his eyes seemed to penetrate everything, clearly seeing all the strong and weak in his heart, and then slowly turned into compassion and ridicule.

"Why, do you only dare to take out your wand on me and my companions? Because we won't resist. Even if we are attacked, we will only use our abilities to escape to other places, right?"

At this time, the movement between the two has attracted many wizards passing by. After all, it is human nature to watch the excitement.

What's more, they have never seen such a special house elf talking to a wizard like this in a place like this.

You know, the natural status of house elves has already determined their disadvantages.

Why do those house elves not like the so-called freedom? In fact, from a certain perspective, it is not only the reason that comes from the curse in the blood, but also because, in this society, there is an innate desire for house elves.

Discrimination. Even house elves with masters are despised and ridiculed. Not to mention those without masters... They will lose their shelter, lose their food, and lose everything.

Under such circumstances, if a wizard really takes action against a house elf, the final result of the house elf's resistance will be to enter Azkaban or be lynched. The wizard who initially provoked will probably keep a record

There is no need to do anything, and you can continue to leisurely do the things you have not finished yet.

Maybe when you get home, you will forget about it. Occasionally, after a period of time, you will suddenly think of it, and you will only use it as a spice in life, and tell your friends: "There once was a house elf who didn't know how to live or die.

I tried to attack him in vain. In the end, he died with all his bones..."

After listening to Russell's mocking words and looking at the other people who stopped to look at the scene in front of them, the wizard's face finally lost control and became ugly.

"Ha...it seems you are crazy. Okay, then let me show you how powerful I am!"

For a moment, he smiled in anger, and his mouth opened ferociously, revealing a few yellowed teeth, making an ugly smile.

Then he waved the wand, and just as a series of spells were slowly chanted from his mouth, and a thin layer of light appeared on the tip of the wand, Russell suddenly raised his head and said slowly

said

"Actually, I have a master, his name is Charlie Black... I come from a candy factory."

The words blurted out, and although they were as calm as before, the effect was completely different... For a moment, the second half of the mantra in the mouth of the man with a ferocious face who was chanting the curse suddenly stopped.

The light of the wand went out instantly, and the expression on his face changed in the next moment.

In the surroundings, the other passers-by who were originally interested in watching Russell's end also changed their expressions. Without waiting for anything else, they hurriedly stepped forward, as if encountering the plague, without looking back.

Walk forward.

"Damn, I should have guessed it earlier!"

"Let's go! Royce, let's go! Stop looking..."

"Ha, that boy is going to be in trouble."

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In the British magical world, ordinary wizards are often afraid of three types of people:

One is Aurors, because Aurors represent power. Behind them are the entire Ministry of Magic supporting them. Once you encounter them, it is definitely not a good thing.

The second is the nobility, because nobility often represents class. They have strong connections and resources. Although they rely on their status, it is often just a matter of one sentence to deal with an ordinary wizard who offends them.

The third is businessmen, because businessmen represent interests. Although they themselves do not have the ability of the first two, they can use their own interests to leverage power and class, borrow strength from them, and achieve things they cannot do...even because of

They don't have to worry about the backlash of their rights, nor do they need to rely on their noble status, so they can be more unscrupulous than the first two.

Unfortunately, among these three types of people, Charlie Black, alone, accounts for two items.

The heir to the Black family among the twenty-eight pure-blood nobles, and the owner of the largest factory in the British wizarding world. This is the last person anyone wants to mess with.

You will provoke Albus Dumbledore because you know that Dumbledore will not care about your provocation. You will provoke Cornelius Fudge because you know that Fudge has a distinguished status. In order to gain the support of the people,

At least on the surface, I won't do anything to you.

But Charlie Black is different... A guy who dares to break through the world is often called a madman. And if this madman has extraordinary strength and rich assets, then everyone will subconsciously ignore the fact that he is a madman... However, when

When you think of it again at a special time, the fear in your heart will multiply endlessly.

And this is exactly the current mentality of the wizard facing Russell.

At this moment, he no longer had the arrogance and arrogance he had just now. It can be said that he was so arrogant just now, but now he is so embarrassed.

Finally, sweating profusely and with a sudden change in his face, he turned around violently and without daring to say anything, he hurriedly pulled up his robe to cover his face, took his companions with him, and ran towards the distance...

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There was no one around, and a barrier seemed to have automatically formed around Russell. All the wizards would deliberately avoid it, not even daring to look at it anymore, and looking straight ahead.

He had long been accustomed to all this. Russell took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

After sorting out the exquisite dress, he continued the task assigned to him by Charlie and began to search for the main office of the Daily Prophet.

Diagon Alley wasn't that long. Soon, he found the crooked house among the shops. After looking up and down to confirm, he solemnly walked in.

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"Excuse me...what's your name?"

In Barnabas Guffey's office, this middle-aged man with a stout figure, wearing suspenders and a striped shirt, warmly received Russell.

He even stood up from his seat and brought a chair over with a smile.

Obviously, the news that happened not long ago came to this office faster than Russell.

"Russell"

Sitting on the chair, Russell smiled and nodded, saying this

"Just call me Russell."

But he never thought that after hearing these words, Barnabas Guffey's eyes suddenly lit up.

"So you are Mr. Russell!"

"Do you know me?" Russell raised his eyebrows, finally showing a bit of surprise on his face.

"Of course!" Gu Fei laughed, and while smiling, he reached out and stroked his belly.

"Yesterday's headline was Mr. Black's investiture ceremony! In order to write something different from other newspapers, we specially investigated many deeds or news related to Mr. Black... Among them, your name is undoubtedly

It’s the one that appears the most.”

"That's it." Russell understood. The surprise in his eyes disappeared and he nodded calmly.

"So...what are you here for this time?"

After briefly adjusting the atmosphere between the two, Gu Fei stopped talking nonsense and started asking about business matters.

"My respected and great master, Charlie Black, called me here. He only asked me to give this to you..."

As he spoke, Russell took out the neatly folded recruitment notice from his pocket, flattened it out slowly, stood up and handed it to Guffey's hand.

"The job posting... is interesting."

Gu Fei quickly took it with both hands, looked at the most eye-catching handwriting on it, raised his eyebrows at first, and then began to read it carefully.

As his eyes continued to look downward, the fluctuations in his expression became more intense as he went lower, and the horror in his heart became even stronger.

After reading the whole cloth, he suddenly raised his head and asked stutteringly

"Luo, Mr. Russell, with all due respect, I would like to ask you about this recruitment matter..."

He didn't say anything, but vaguely pointed at it, and the meaning was self-evident.

"My master has already confirmed this with Minister Fudge, and Minister Fudge personally gave his nod to this matter."

Gu Fei felt that his heart was beating harder and harder. Considering his sensitivity to news as the editor-in-chief, he could already foresee that when this recruitment notice was actually issued, it would give his readers,

No, it should be said that it was the wizards in the entire magical world. What a shock it brought!!

Even, because of this piece of news, I might be mentioned lightly in the history of British magic.

Gu Fei's lips trembled, he forced a smile, and nodded to Russell as if to please.

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Russell."

After saying that, he ran out of the office door without looking back.

Soon after, when he came back here, he breathed a long sigh of relief. It seemed that in just a few minutes, he had determined the authenticity of Russell's words in his own way.

He walked up to Russell, knelt down and held the other person's hands.

"Don't worry...Mr. Russell, I understand what your master, Mr. Charlie Black, means!"