Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

Charlie, who left the weird explosive candy production line with a green face, couldn't help but stretched out his hand and pressed his temple.

I thought to myself that after I go there, I must discuss the production line issues with Russell again...

It seems that leaving two is too much, so just leave one.

He even thought about it, and the sugar produced by that line only needs to be supplied to the Honeydukes in the area around Hogwarts.

After all, after really tasting it, he already believed that except for his old dean, no one would really like that weird taste.

While thinking about it, Charlie wandered aimlessly from the production line area to the R&D room.

Afterwards, he exchanged questions with the house elf named Tika about the formula of the new blueprint for a while. Feeling relieved, he left the research and development room again and walked towards the living area and canteen.

After walking all the way down and wandering around for a while, the time unknowingly changed from morning to nearly 10 noon.

Charlie looked at the originally empty canteen, and as the big gear clock above the factory began to ring, employees began to gradually pour in, and he didn't stay too long.

His meals are usually served in his office. Russell, his servant and assistant, always delivers them to him personally.

"Snapped!"

Charlie walked out of the cafeteria door and raised his left hand slightly.

Immediately afterwards, his thumb and middle finger rubbed gently, and with a crisp snap of his fingers, his body suddenly became blurred, turned into nothingness, and disappeared out of thin air.

In just a blink of an eye, Charlie was back in his office.

He raised his head and subconsciously looked at the top of the clothes rack - Vivien was not there.

It looked like it should have gone out to play again. Charlie withdrew his gaze, sat back in his seat and couldn't help but think.

"It's great... It's easier for an owl. You can go anywhere and run around." Charlie said to himself, and then couldn't help but yawn.

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Russell didn't keep Charlie waiting for too long. Almost ten minutes before he returned to the office and sat down, a familiar knock on the door rang.

"Master Charlie! Russell brought you lunch."

"Come in Russell."

Charlie leaned back in the chair relaxedly, tapping the armrests with his fingers rhythmically, and responded.

"squeak"

The door was pushed open, and Russell walked in unhurriedly, just like in the morning, holding a dinner plate in his hand. Even the moment he came in, he was still saying the same greeting as in the morning,

This is how he expresses his admiration for Charlie.

"My great Master Charlie!! Good afternoon! Your loyal servant Russell salutes you at this time and brings you today's lunch."

It's biscuits and tea, which is no different from the ordinary lunch that most British people have every day.

The only difference is that there is a jar of yellow sauce in a glass jar next to Charlie's biscuits.

That's Charlie's Honey Mix Jam.

It has extremely wide support and praise in Muggle areas...but it seems that wizards don't like it.

Charlie has become accustomed to lunches like this. After all, you are in the UK and you still want something good to eat. It would be nice if I could give you some fried fish.

Charlie skillfully picked up a biscuit, dipped it in some jam, put it in his mouth and took a bite.

Immediately, he raised his head, glanced at Russell standing in front of him, and raised his chin at him.

"If you haven't eaten, let's eat something together."

When Russell heard this, he waved his hands out of habit and subconsciously refused.

"No, no, Master, I came here after I finished eating."

Charlie did not comment on this, raised his eyelids and glanced at him without saying a word.

"Then...otherwise I'll eat some more."

After hesitating for a moment, Russell finally took a few steps forward, carefully picked up a biscuit from the plate, and ate it in small bites.

Charlie's eyelids drooped and he continued to concentrate on handling the food in front of him.

In the entire office, except for the sounds of cracking cookies and Charlie chewing, there was nothing else.

A while passed...

When the black tea in front of me has bottomed out, and most of the biscuits in front of me have been wiped out.

After filling his stomach, Charlie wiped his mouth, then looked at Russell again and said

"As for what we talked about this morning...I suddenly changed my mind."

Russell, who was waiting on the side, did not ask anything else. After hearing what Charlie said, he quickly took out the notebook he carried with him and waited for Charlie's order.

"Ahem..."

Charlie pretended to cough twice, cleared his throat, and then said with a normal expression.

"I have thought about the previous production line issue of weird exploding candies...Customers purchased our products and gave us valuable feedback. Adhering to the people-oriented principle, the customers are...Merlin.

We must take it seriously! Only in this way can the factory continue to reflect seriously and improve progress, so that the factory can reach a higher level and gain more support from wizards and Muggles!"

Listening to Charlie's righteous words, Russell just fell in love with this, his eyes suddenly lit up, he couldn't help but nodded, and then wrote down what he said in his notebook verbatim.

Thinking of such philosophical words, I must pass it on to various departments as soon as I get back, and ask them to read it aloud and memorize it, and keep it in their hearts.

After Balabala talked a lot, Charlie finally got to the point.

"Just change the assembly line into one...and don't worry about the wizarding world. Just ensure the supply of Hogwarts."

"As you wish! My great master!!"

Russell nodded and responded loudly.

………………

"Ah, yes, Master!"

Putting the notebook away again, Russell seemed to have thought of something again, and hurriedly rummaged through his pockets, and said as he rummaged.

"Shortly after your breakfast today, an unknown owl sent a letter."

"Um?"

Listening to Russell's words, Charlie didn't take it too seriously.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

He waved his hands casually, then stood up from his seat, walked to the bookshelf in the office, picked up a book that he had not finished reading last time, and said

"It's just a letter, just deal with it. If Fudge wants to invite me to dinner again, just write a letter for me and politely reject him.

This guy just wants to get some money from me to buy new equipment for those Aurors."

"No, Master, it's not Minister Fudge's letter." Russell replied while still rummaging around.

"There's no name on it, but I figured you might want to see it for yourself."

After saying that, he finally took out the letter from his inner pocket and handed it over carefully.

Charlie raised his eyebrows, said nothing, but reached out to take it.

After receiving the letter and looking at the pattern of the wax seal on the letter, Charlie's faint smile slowly disappeared and his eyes narrowed.

A shield-shaped emblem, three spears intertwined below it, two fire dragons serving on the left and right, and a poisonous snake coiled at the top... This is the emblem of the Malfoy family.