Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

There are trees on both sides of the road, and the red leaves are gradually falling. As time goes by, autumn has passed and winter has ushered in.

The originally scheduled Christmas release date is getting closer, with only about two months left.

The time Charlie spent sitting in the office gradually became longer and longer.

From the first morning, to now, I can even go two or three days without stepping out of it. Even Russell, who is a personal assistant, rarely sees his master except for breakfast and lunch.

Although he was moved, Russell was also worried about it, fearing that Charlie would have some problems due to overwork.

But fortunately everything was normal and nothing happened.

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At this time, in the office, the heavy curtains were slowly pulled back, covering the floor-to-ceiling glass windows tightly without revealing any gaps.

The entire room had lost its previous brilliance and brightness.

It was surrounded by darkness, as if it had become a self-isolated space. If you didn't look at the ticking clock on the wall, no one would be able to tell whether it was day or night.

Here, only the white wax burning quietly on the brass candlestick on the desk became the only source of light.

The melted wax oil flows down and gathers in the groove of the candlestick's base to form a smooth and shallow wax nest like water stains left after rain.

A weak flame burned quietly on the wax core, swaying slightly from time to time due to Charlie's somewhat excessive movements.

The candlelight continuously sends a weak and dim light to the outside, with a somewhat imperceptible warmth, shining on the desk, on the piles of documents, and on the stick where I write endlessly.

The stopped quill also shone on Charlie Black, who was crouching in front of the desk. His face no longer had the delicate look of the past...

Probably because it hasn't been taken care of for a long time, the golden hair is no longer as smooth as before, and there is no sunlight floating on it.

Sparse stubble also grew on his cheeks, occupying his chin area. A touch of fatigue surrounded his eyebrows, and even his eyes could be faintly seen to be slightly bloodshot.

On his body, the original temperament also changed accordingly, becoming more and more vicissitudes and roughness of a middle-aged man.

But he still couldn't stop... Because from a certain point of view, these documents in front of him can basically be said to cover all the plans for the Charlie Candy Factory next year.

At the same time, it also means that all appropriate specific directions for next year have been determined.

Whether it is the decision-making and implementation of candy vending machines, or the welfare protection and later planning of Muggle employees. Or the sales strategies of two kinds of candy, and various dealers-including dealers in the Muggle society, as well as

Or the quarterly reports provided by many stores and partners in the Wizarding World.

These all needed to be handled by him personally. Even Russell and several other supervisors were unable to provide any help on these issues.

Everything depends on Charlie to read and think about it bit by bit, and then give appropriate decisions to all documents.

It can be said that at this moment, Charlie Black is sitting here, and the two fingers holding the pen handle can decide the life and death of many people with just two slides, and can also make countless relevant practitioners feel the huge washout like a tsunami.

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Because he is the so-called "leader", at least in the entire European dessert industry, the actions of Charlie's Candy Factory often herald the specific trends of the entire industry in the next year.

Even Charlie can be sure that when Xiufeng's violet candy and snow lemon are officially launched, it won't be long before there will be products such as "magical violet candy", "delicious violet candy", "fire lemon", and "water lemon".

In this way...and so on, countless corresponding products come online like a spurt, all carving up this market.

Therefore, whenever this happens, Charlie must exert all his energy and adopt the most solemn and serious attitude to face every document in front of him.

This is to ensure that there will be no mistakes. Let Charlie Candy Factory continue to drive safely according to the route planned by Charlie Black and avoid waves...

Although this process is undoubtedly painful and torturous, fortunately, a process like this only occurs this month in a year.

Other than that, on other days, he could still be as usual, happily stroking Vivien, aimlessly looking for a production line, and wandering around in the name of inspection work.

"Ryan...?"

After an unknown amount of time, Charlie's quill rarely paused. He rubbed his sour eyes and looked at the signature on the latest document under his hand, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

This was not the first time that Charlie saw this document appear on his desk.

It can be said that almost every time, Ryan would submit it as a habit and seek his consent.

The document is not a very important matter. It is just a discussion about whether a sandwich candy called "Melon Zip" can be sold in Muggle society.

The so-called "Melon Melon" is not a new candy. Many years ago, it has become popular in the wizarding world as the flagship product of Charlie brand candy, and has been loved by the majority of wizards.

Ryan is one of the lovers of this candy.

Therefore, he has communicated with Charlie many times, hoping to register "Melon Zhile" into the market of Muggle society.

However, facing Ryan's proposal, Charlie had to consider an important issue. That is, in "Melon Joy", a magical plant that is only found in the wizarding world - "Bubble Pod" was actually added.

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On the assembly line, the elves grind the dried bubble pods into powder, and then add them to each candy according to the proportion as a material to add taste. In a sense, bubbles

It can also be said that bean pod powder is the key core of the popularity of "Melon Zile".

Therefore, for this reason, in order to prevent the Ministry of Magic from getting caught with some pigtails and causing unnecessary trouble, Charlie finally chose to reject the proposals submitted by Ryan several times.

However, now, perhaps because the situation has gradually changed, the Ministry of Magic has some tacit approval of Charlie's Candy Factory's intention to bring the relationship between Muggle society and the wizarding world. Faced with this proposal, Charlie already has other ideas.

Such thoughts...

I saw that the stagnant quill started to move again, slowly scratching downward from Rhine's signature, past the content described in the square font on the document, and finally stopped at the blank space at the bottom.

Then, the pen started to move and I wrote this paragraph quickly and smoothly.

"Give approval and please come to the factory to discuss specific implementation plans during Christmas."

After writing this sentence, a smile appeared on the corner of Charlie's mouth. I wonder if it was because he was in a much better mood, and the tiredness on his brows also disappeared a bit.

After the processing was completed, he picked it up and placed it on the pile of thick documents that had been corrected. Charlie continued to look at the next document.

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Just when he was about to start processing the next document, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the office, which interrupted Charlie's original thoughts.

Charlie subconsciously raised his head and looked at the clock hanging on the wall. After seeing that the numbers pointed by the minute and hour hands on the clock were not meal time, he turned to look at the door.

"Come in."

Charlie spoke as usual. As he spoke, he sat up straight and stretched out.

He didn't know how long he had been working continuously, but based on experience and judging from the stiffness of his neck, shoulders and spine at this time, it should be at least five hours.

If we follow this progress... the thick pile of documents currently on my desk should be all processed within a few days.

Thinking of this, Charlie couldn't help but feel a little inspired and regained his energy.

The door slowly opened, and what appeared in front of Charlie was undoubtedly Russell's figure.

After all, during this special time period, only Russell could enter the office as a special case.

"Good evening! Great Master Charlie!"

Russell held a piece of paper in his hand, bowed slightly and greeted his master as usual.

"It's already night..."

Charlie pinched the area between his eyebrows and couldn't help but sigh.

Just when he looked at the piece of paper in Russell's hand again and was about to ask him why he came.

Suddenly, a group of brown-black shadows, like an arrow from a string, rushed down from the heights along the gap in the open door. With a "whoosh", it rushed into the office.

"Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,

Immediately afterwards, a familiar cry sounded, mixed with some kind of angry emotion.

Before Charlie could react, he only saw Vivien landing steadily on the desk. Then he stretched out his paw, as fiercely as if he had a deep hatred, and kicked the pile of paper aside that happened to be there.

It often sleeps on location files.

"Crash!"

Papers scattered in all directions, flying in the air. Two-thirds of the documents that were originally stacked nearly one meter high were kicked away by its claws, leaving only the remaining dozens of papers.

It can still be left on the table.

And the cool breeze it brought in also blew out the burning candles, causing the office to return to darkness.

All of this happened in an instant, and Charlie, whose brain was already almost dead, was naturally unable to react in the same way as before.

I could only watch all of this happening, and then let the "culprit" Vivien, who kicked down most of the documents, yelled twice with satisfaction, flapped her wings twice, and landed firmly on the pile of documents.

At the "ruined wall", he curled up his feathers, rolled into a ball, and fell asleep without a care in the world.

"Vivien!!!"

At this moment, the first person to react was Russell, who had not yet entered the office.

Seeing this sudden incident happening in front of him, Russell's heart suddenly tightened. His eyes widened and he almost jumped up from the ground in fright.

Taking three steps at a time, he hurriedly ran into the office. He raised his hand and waved it violently, thinking about the documents flying around. Suddenly, an invisible force began to gather, stopping all the documents that were originally flying around.

in mid-air.

"Brush la la la..."

The paper rustled in the wind, and as Russell's gestures changed, it began to regroup and turned into a long dragon, roaming out of thin air.

After confirming that nothing unexpected happened to all the scattered documents, Russell finally breathed a sigh of relief.

With a "pop", the magic that kept the dragon roaming disappeared, and the files were stacked together again in another corner of the desk.

"You are getting more and more disobedient!!! You bad owl!!"

After handling everything, Russell opened his eyes angrily and scolded Vivien angrily, who had fallen asleep with a few documents on his desk.

And Charlie's eyes also looked at Vivien.

"Ha, don't blame it. It seems that I have been busy with these files these past few days and have neither put it in nor taken time to spend with it, so it has become angry."

However, he was not angry in his heart, he just shook his head in amusement, and while speaking softly, he reached out his hand and stroked Vivien's feathers as before.

Vivien's wings were icy cold, and there were still a few strands of ice that had not yet melted away. It could be seen that it had just come back from the outside.

"Gu——"

She still didn't open her closed eyes, but subconsciously fluttered her feathers twice in response to Charlie's stroking movements, let out a clear chirp, and then continued to sleep on her own.

"What day is it today?"

Suddenly, Charlie raised his head and asked Russell abruptly, who had already arrived in front of him.

"Well……"

Russell was stunned for a moment when he heard the sudden question, and then quickly returned to the road.

"Today is October 25th, Master. It will be October 26th in three hours."

"It's October 25th..."

Repeating what Russell said, Charlie slowly stood up from his seat, turned around and opened a corner of the heavy curtain.

Outside, it was still a lonely and deserted late night. In the sky, the moon had disappeared, and even the stars were very few. Only a few were still shining faintly.

"Halloween will be in a few days, right?" Charlie asked thoughtfully

"Yes!"

Russell nodded quickly, then raised the piece of paper in his hand, glanced at it twice, and continued.

"Actually, Russell came here just for this matter. On Halloween, Principal Dumbledore hoped that we could..."