Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

The mirror moon hangs high, and a cold color floats in the sky. It has been dark for a long time, and just as the three children lying in the school hospital finally recovered from the excitement that happened not long ago, they fell asleep with the sleepiness that swept over them.

At that time, in a deserted corridor in Hogwarts, two dark figures were confronting each other at this moment.

"Quirinus Quirrell..."

Severus Snape's low and hoarse voice was rarely filled with burning anger at this moment.

The sunken eye sockets, as sharp as an eagle's eyes, stared at the thin and timid man in front of him. It was like a predator eyeing its prey, forcing it into a corner bit by bit.

Finally, with a "pop", Quirrell's back hit the wall. When he could no longer retreat, he could only awkwardly raise his eyes full of fear and sadness under the strange turban, and begged in a low voice.

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"Please... Professor Snape, I really, really didn't mean it... I, I regret it so much... Please, I, I really didn't mean to harm Draco and Harry...

real."

Quirrell's acting skills can be said to be extremely good. Even if he were singled out and placed in the entertainment industry of the British Muggle society, he would still be qualified to surpass a lot of second-rate actors.

If it were another person standing in front of him at this moment, seeing his performance, no matter how confident he was, he would have some doubts. However, it is a pity that for Severus, who has already seen the darkest side of the world,

For Snape, Quirrell's measurement is undoubtedly just enough to play house...

"Listen..."

Suddenly, Severus raised his hand, grabbed Quirrell by the collar, slammed him against the wall, and then pulled him back in front of him.

"Maybe Dumbledore will believe what you say, maybe McGonagall will believe what you say...but I will never...do you know why?"

Quirrell looked at the rather dim black pupils in the shadows, panicked for no reason, and responded subconsciously.

"I, I don't understand what you are talking about..."

Before he could finish his words, an angry Severus interrupted him and shouted angrily, "Because I smell something I shouldn't ask!"

As soon as these words came out, Quirrell felt an obvious movement on the back of his head. He knew that it was his master who had reacted.

A drop of cold sweat slowly flowed out from Quirrell's turban, then flowed from his forehead, and finally followed the tip of his nose and fell to the ground.

After a "pop" sound, an inaudible sound, the bead of sweat fell to the ground, shattered into a splash, and then there was no trace left.

The surroundings became quiet again, with only two breathing sounds that were neither very calm.

"Hug...I'm sorry, Professor Snape..."

In the darkness where the moonlight could not shine, the muscles on Quirrell's face began to twitch slightly. A hint of cruelty flashed across his eyes, which erased some of the original cowardice on his face.

"I really don't know what you are talking about."

Quirrell's arm moved back imperceptibly, and he skillfully fumbled for the wand that was originally in his pocket...

Just when he was about to touch the wand, intending to strike first to get rid of this threatening trouble, Severus' hands that had been tightly grasping his collar suddenly let go...

This incident also caused Quirrell to be stunned for a moment. The hand that was supposed to hold the wand slowed down in mid-air and made no further movements.

Snape took two steps back, looked deeply at Quirrell, then pulled the black robe that was blown by the night wind on his body, then turned and walked towards the other side of the corridor.

"I will write to Charlie verbatim about this matter. I hope that when you face him, you can still be as tough as you were when you argued with me."

After saying the cruel words without looking back, Severus left straight away and disappeared into the darkness, leaving only a rhythmic sound of footsteps, which gradually became farther and farther in Quirrell's ears, and finally disappeared.

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"This is what you said, a 100% successful plan!?!!!"

After escaping back to his room in embarrassment, covered in sweat, what greeted Quirrell was not a brief relief, but a violent storm that was even more intense than Snape's.

Voldemort cursed angrily, his tone sounding like he wanted to cut him into pieces.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry! Master...I really didn't expect that there would be a damn elf involved in the plan...Really, master, please believe me, if it hadn't been for it..."

Quirrell, who was trembling like a sieve, explained with a shudder, hoping to obtain Voldemort's forgiveness, but in the end, what he got in exchange was only more acute and severe pain.

"That's enough!!! Sorry! Sorry!! Sorry!!! What else can you say besides being sorry!? You loser!! If not, if I didn't have any other choice now, I would definitely kill you as soon as possible

!!Turn you into a pile of scum!!”

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

As if being electrocuted, Quirrell's whole body began to convulse violently, and an uncontrollable pain suddenly swept through his body from his heart. Without thinking too much, he could be sure that this was undoubtedly Voldemort's usual trick - "crucio"

curse)!"

However, as the first cry of pain subconsciously came out of his throat, Quirrell relied on his will and hurriedly picked up the kerchief he had just thrown aside. He blocked it in his mouth regardless of others, sobbing to stop the sound.

issued to prevent others from discovering the anomaly at this time.

This time Voldemort's anger lasted for an especially long time, and the abuse Quirrell suffered naturally became longer and longer...

After a long time, when Quirrell was like a dead dog and no longer gave any feedback on his movements, and even his pupils almost lost focus and the whites of his eyes rolled out, Voldemort finally managed to suppress his anger.

, let Quirrell off, so that he would not be tortured crazy like Neville's parents, Alice and Frank.

However, when Quirrell was finally freed from this long suffering, the first thing he did was not to make himself more comfortable. Instead, he quickly resumed his kneeling posture with a look of joy on his face.

Said piously

"My great master... your power is still so terrifying. Even though my humble body has been baptized by it, I still can't help but applaud you for successfully recovering to such a point!!!"

To be honest, at this moment, Quirrell is so humble and kneeling that even if Russell, who is also a servant, sees it, he will be shocked and speechless at first, and then give him disdain... You know, even an old man like Kreacher

Guys, I'm afraid it's not that exaggerated... This look makes him look even more like a house elf than a house elf!

But I have to say that this method is indeed very effective for Voldemort.

After letting Voldemort possess him for such a long time, Quirrell had already figured out the other person's temper bit by bit. He knew what Voldemort liked to hear the most and knew what to do so that he could suffer less torture. How can I make myself live a more nourishing life in this sad state...

Sure enough, listening to Quirrell's extremely low-profile flattery, Voldemort's already twisted heart seemed to be satisfied to some extent, and his originally ferocious expression became much calmer...

"snort……"

Voldemort let out a cold snort, and then said disdainfully

"What does a stupid slave like you know? This is just my power that I don't have at all... It will still be a long... long time before I can completely return to my most perfect state."

Saying this, the remaining anger in Voldemort's heart finally subsided.

As if he heard the change in the other person's tone, Quirrell couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that his life was saved after all... While thinking about it, he still kept talking, and said another word. The overwhelming flattery continued to coax Voldemort to feel more comfortable...

After a long time, seeing that the fire was almost done, Quirrell changed the topic to the topic again and asked cautiously.

"So... great master, now that Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter are still alive, what should we do next?"

On the back of the head, the face rises and falls, sometimes blurry, sometimes clear, as if he is thinking something.

After a pause, he slowly spoke and answered Quirrell's question.

"Forget it... Since we didn't kill them this time, if they have another accident like this in a short period of time, that old guy Albus Dumbledore will inevitably find some clues."

"You mean..." Quirrell followed cautiously and tried.

"Let them live for a few more days... After I get the Sorcerer's Stone, everyone will die! Especially... Harry Potter."

It seemed that he was thinking of some bad memories. When he read Harry Potter's name, Voldemort's hoarse voice became more ferocious. It was profound and full of extreme hatred... It's as if a poisonous snake lurking in the dark has remembered the name. Just thinking about it makes people shudder.

"As you wish, my great master..."

After kowtowing respectfully, Quirrell quickly asked his second worry.

"Then...what should Severus Snape do? He said he would tell Charlie Black about this."

But what he didn't expect was that Voldemort would show an extremely arrogant contempt for his question this time.

"Hey...Severus Snape? He's just an unfamiliar dog. If he wants to say it, just ask him to do it. Anyway, that Draco Malfoy is not dead...for Charlie Black Such a despicable speculator, do you think he really cares about his so-called relatives?

Don’t forget, when he was on the battlefield, even if his sister was standing in front of him, he would not hesitate to send a thunderbolt blast!"

Having said this, Voldemort seemed to have recalled many previous memories, and for a moment he became interested. He smacked his lips and continued to express his emotions to Quirrell.

"They all say that I am a ruthless devil and an extreme monster... But in my opinion, Charlie Black and I are just the same!"

"It's just that I am more sincere, more courageous, and better able to express my ambitions than him! ... But he is just hypocritically using a ridiculous banner to hide his inner desires."

"However... I have to say that the world is so ruthless sometimes... The cowardly and hypocritical people survived and prospered, but I - the person who was about to overthrow the entire magical world, but because of a stupid

Prophecy, a damn curse, reduced to this!"

Quirrell faced the face behind him and muttered to himself like an obsession. He seemed to be used to the other person's state, and just listened quietly without saying anything.

It was not until the end, after Voldemort finished speaking, that he responded in a low voice.

"They will pay the price they deserve...my great master. It won't be long before you appear in front of them again, taking back what belongs to you in a more powerful manner."

"Tell me, Quirinus...what is that?"

"It's...victory, and everything!"

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However, Voldemort's understanding of Charlie Black was still quite inaccurate after all...

A few days later, in Charlie Black's office.

I have just finished processing the piles of documents and completed an arduous task once a year.

Just when Charlie was about to take a break and take a good vacation for himself, three letters mailed from Hogwarts were delivered to his desk by Russell on the same day.

These three letters are from Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape, and... Albus Dumbledore.

Charlie opened them one by one, and read them silently one by one.

When the last letter from Albus Dumbledore was placed on his desk, the joy and relaxation that had just arisen had long since disappeared, and only a coldness remained in him.

Everything appears in his eyes...

He rubbed the ring on his hand, but his mind was surprisingly calm.

Not long after, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

With a crisp sound of "Pa!", Russell appeared in front of him instantly.

"Good afternoon, my dear..."

The habitual greeting was abruptly stopped by him. Russell raised his head and looked at his master. Obviously, he quickly saw something from the other person's expression. For a moment, he couldn't help but feel uneasy in his heart, and he quickly closed his eyes.

Mouth.

"You go and get ready...I'm going to Hogwarts again."

There was no nonsense, a breath of turbid breath was slowly exhaled. Charlie's voice was flat, without any emotion.

However, Russell knew clearly that the calmer he was, the more it could explain the restlessness in Charlie's heart at this moment.

He still clearly remembered that the last time this happened was when Dabu was carried back to the factory from the United States...