Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

"That...master."

When he was about to leave, Russell suddenly paused.

He looked down at the ruined floor and couldn't help but stretched out his feet and rubbed it - the carpet was instantly broken into pieces.

Turned his head and looked at Charlie

"Master, do you need me to find someone to reorganize the office?"

"No……"

Charlie shook his head, reached out and hugged Vivien, who was sleeping soundly on the table and unwilling to move, and continued to rub her.

"I'll just use the cleaning spell to clean it up later."

Upon hearing this answer, Russell said nothing more and nodded, holding the tray in one hand and the notebook in the other, preparing to leave Charlie's office.

However, just as he reached the door, Charlie suddenly seemed to think of something, raised his head, and hurriedly called Russell.

"Wait! Russell..."

"Yes, Master! Do you have any other orders?"

Russell, who was about to step out of the office, almost stumbled because of Charlie's unexpected call. He answered subconsciously, steadied himself and looked back.

"This is for you."

Charlie held Vivien in his arms, weighed it specially, took out one hand, and picked up another scroll on the table.

"Give it to the house elf who made the violet candy yesterday.

After he makes this candy, we will use it and violet candy as the flagship products of the new season and vigorously promote them in the wizarding world."

Upon hearing that it was new product information, Russell nodded quickly, put all the things in his hands on the ground nearby, jogged all the way back to Charlie, and solemnly took the drawings.

"This is……"

He carefully unfolded the drawing and stared at the writing on it with wide eyes.

"Snow lemon?"

……………………

It has to be said that in the past thirty years, although Vivien has never shown signs of aging, his weight has really become heavier and heavier... Charlie sometimes couldn't help but wonder if he was feeding him too much.

Too much?

"G-g-g-"

Vivien closed her eyes, huddled in Charlie's arms and enjoyed Charlie's experienced owl-playing techniques, making bursts of soft and comfortable chirps.

After Russell took away the drawings and closed the office door again, Charlie waved his hand and took the wand stored in the ring back into his hand.

Then he aimed at the burnt mark that was beyond recognition and whispered a spell.

“A new look!”

Suddenly, the top of the wand lit up with a light blue light, and an unknown wind quietly swept through the entire room.

Immediately afterwards, the originally blackened walls and bookshelves became the same as before almost instantly.

The carpets and floors that had long since become black charcoal were miraculously renovated, and all the dust that had fallen on them was cleaned up.

In just a few breaths, when the gust of wind dispersed and disappeared, the entire office immediately changed its look, and was even cleaner than before last night.

“Really good.”

Charlie looked around and took a deep breath of satisfaction.

Even the air has a faint smell of his favorite mint.

Even the windbreaker hanging on the hanger was cleaned by this cleaning spell.

"Sure enough, learning this cleaning spell from Andromeda is definitely one of the wisest things I have ever done in my life."

Looking at the orderly room, Charlie seemed to remember something and couldn't help but murmur.

In his arms, Vivien, who was enjoying Charlie's superb massage, saw him stop.

After fluffing his fluffy feathers, he couldn't help but half-open his eyes that were originally closed, raised his head, and let out a series of dissatisfied calls to Charlie who was lost in his thoughts.

Charlie didn't react, still looking a little lost.

Seeing that she still didn't attract the other person's attention, Vivien, who was very dissatisfied, stopped calling, opened her beak, pretended to hold the pad of the other person's index finger, and shook it vigorously.

"Good boy..."

After Vivian's fuss, Charlie, who was still immersed in the memories of his childhood, had no choice but to return his attention to the present.

He withdrew the wand with some helplessness, lowered his head and gave a comforting sound, then stretched out his hand and continued to caress Vivien in his arms.

Seeing that she had won, Vivien finally shouted twice with satisfaction, found a comfortable position in Charlie's arms, closed her eyes, and formed a ball.

"well."

Unable to help but sigh, Charlie held Vivien in his arms and relaxed on the seat.

The thick curtains had been specially opened, and the warm early morning light shone through the glass and shone on Charlie's body, illuminating his whole body warmly.

"I hope everything is well with Andromeda."

Lying in the sunshine, he raised his head and spoke sincerely.

Living in a pure-blood family like Black may be lucky, or it may be unfortunate.

Fortunately, Charlie received better living conditions and better preschool education.

Moreover, he entered this world as a soul, and the memories of more than 20 years in his previous life have not disappeared with him.

Since he was a child, his father, Signus Black, has regarded him as the only genius in his family's history.

He never hesitated to take Charlie to various high-end dinners or private salons to emphasize their unique genius bred from the noble blood of the Black family.

Even when Charlie was five or six years old, he had already come into contact with powerful figures from various pure-blood families and various senior officials from the Ministry of Magic.

This also laid a solid foundation for him to establish such a huge factory in the future.

However, things often have the opposite effect. Now that you have enjoyed the huge dividends brought by your status as the genius of a pure-blood family, you must also accept the misfortune it brings.

That's his family members, who don't seem to be normal.

His father, Signus, was an extremely paranoid man in power, and he madly emphasized the purity of blood and the nobility of his family's class. He would never look squarely at ordinary wizards.

His eldest sister, Bellatrix, was a lunatic who followed in her father's footsteps. She had never felt normal since she was a child. Sure enough, she eventually followed her idiot husband to serve Voldemort.

His third sister, Narcissa, is just like her name, a proud Narcissus. Although she is not as crazy as her eldest sister or as paranoid as her father, her arrogance is unbearable.

Only his second sister, Andromeda, allowed him to feel the warmth of a normal family in this abnormal and deformed family.