Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

Slowly putting down the letter in his hand, Charlie moved his eyes to the two plain-looking pillows again. For a moment, his mood was inexplicably complicated. He didn't know where to complain...

You know, unicorn hair is not an ordinary gadget. It is the most famous magic material in the entire magic world... Even if it is not the highest quality tail hair, it is just ordinary hair. A cluster can easily be sold for several Galleons if placed in Knockturn Alley!

And like Hagrid, he used unicorn hair as the inner core and stuffed two pillows to the fullest. Not to mention Charlie, even if Lucius came over and saw it, he would call him awesome!

Thinking of this, Charlie couldn't help but shook his head, showing a somewhat helpless smile.

After thinking for a long time, he first carefully collected Hagrid's letters and put them into the drawer where he had always stored letters.

Then he picked up a pillow on the desk and placed it behind his office chair so that it could just hit his waist.

After the adjustment was completed, he tentatively leaned back - and sure enough! The next second, an invisible feeling instantly supported his lumbar spine, gently but without losing strength, calmly but with a... ups and downs………

"Huh..." Charlie closed his eyes and took a deep breath without saying anything. He only felt an unparalleled sense of comfort, which made his waist, which had been strained for many years, return to the ease of his youth.

After enjoying this wonderful feeling for a while, he slowly opened his eyes and then looked at the other remaining pillow.

"Pa!" came out with a clear snap of his fingers, and Russell was instantly summoned to his side.

"I heard that Grandpa Dulu accidentally injured his bones while exercising vigorously yesterday?"

After Russell stood still and looked at himself, before he could say anything, Charlie took the lead and asked.

Russell was stunned for a moment, and soon, he recalled what happened yesterday in his mind.

The corners of his mouth twitched for a moment, and after hesitating for a moment, he could only reply in a complicated tone.

"Speaking of strenuous exercise, Grandpa Dulu's exercise yesterday was quite strenuous..."

Hearing this, Charlie nodded, as if he didn't hear the implication of Russell's words, and said casually

"It's true. How old are you? You still don't pay attention to your health...Go, Russell, help me send this to Grandpa Dulu."

"Okay, Master."

Russell honestly took the pillow from Charlie's hand. Although he clearly felt the specialness of the thing in his arms at this moment, he didn't say anything.

It was just that Master Charlie thought it was a valuable item that he specially found for Grandpa Dulu. When he was moved, he turned around and wanted to give it to him.

As a result, just when he was about to leave, Charlie suddenly seemed to have thought of something again and called Russell to stop.

"Hey, wait..."

Russell's ears flapped twice, and his feet that had just taken a step forward had not yet fallen. He asked doubtfully.

"Is there anything else you need me to do, Master Charlie?"

"How is Peng Peng? He should have started working in the workshop today, right?"

After hearing Charlie's question, Russell paused for a moment, thought for a while, and then answered

"Yes, yes...I saw Kobe dragging him to the workshop this morning."

"Although the expression on his face still showed reluctance, I still went in in the end. I thought there should be no problem."

"That's it...it's no problem." Charlie rubbed the armrest of the office chair and raised his head as if thinking about something. He just muttered to himself and didn't say anything else.

"Master...actually I don't understand something."

Russell hesitated and gently put the pillow in his hand back on the desk. Then while talking, he took out the small notebook he always carried with him from behind.

After flipping through it skillfully a few times, he found the place where the latest information was recorded, and then he couldn't help but ask

"Is it really appropriate to send Pumbaa to work in those Muggle workshops?

I think you also know... Peng Peng is probably the most rebellious elf among us because he suffered too much abuse before. I'm afraid..."

At this point, Russell paused and did not continue. Instead, he raised his head and looked at Charlie, who was sitting particularly leisurely on the office chair, with a bit of worry... The meaning is self-evident.

"Are you worried that something will go wrong? For example, Peng Peng will have a conflict with Muggles, and it will eventually turn into a vicious incident?"

Charlie's smile was warm, no different from usual. He casually pointed out Russell's idea, and then cast his gaze.

Seeing that Russell didn't refute, he nodded and admitted.

"I have no doubt that he would do such a thing..."

Charlie did not answer him directly, but stood up and stretched.

After listening to the familiar "click, click" sound made by the bones, he lowered his arms with satisfaction and said unhurriedly

"It's because he hates humans that I put him in a Muggle factory..."

Charlie patted Russell on the shoulder, with a bit of inexplicable melancholy in his tone.

"You have to know that the factory can't always separate Muggles and elves into two different areas... This was decided from the beginning when we agreed to recruit Muggles to work here."

"To this end, we have a lot to overcome. Not only the attitude of Muggles towards elves, but also the thoughts of some elves towards humans!"

Russell raised his head, looked at the familiar face whose face was blurred under the sunlight, and nodded thoughtfully.

"Elves should remember that their enemies are only those noble wizards who have enslaved their souls, not ordinary low-level wizards, let alone Muggles in the same factory. The goal of the elves is to gain a certain social status

Status, rather than being an enemy of all mankind, do you understand?"

"Understood." Russell nodded seriously, and at the same time, he kept moving his hands and began to quickly take what Charlie said now as a wise saying, record it, and plan to find an opportunity to spread it in the future.

"Only when we have a clear goal, who are our enemies and our friends, will all our previous efforts be worthwhile..."

After saying this, Charlie sat back on the chair, then looked at Russell who kept writing "shuashuashua" and said word by word

"To be honest, if Peng Peng can really learn something from the Muggle factories this time, then my original intention will be achieved. At that time, I will let him return to the technology department as his

director."

"Of course...if it doesn't work, the consequences are also conceivable."

Russell's rapid writing stopped suddenly. He raised his head in disbelief and looked at Charlie with a pair of bulging eyes.

It wasn't until he saw the seriousness in his eyes that Russell confirmed that his master was not joking this time.

"I understand, Master Charlie."

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At ten o'clock in the evening, as the sun set, as the bell in the factory building rang, symbolizing the end of get off work, the crawler tracks that were still running stopped.

One by one, the Muggles who had worked hard all day put down the candies on hand and stretched themselves. Along with casual chatting and a bit of faint laughter, they walked down from their posts one by one and headed towards

Go to the exit of the factory gate.

"Come on! Vernon, go have a drink!"

Across the assembly line, Andrew shouted loudly towards Dursley while unbuttoning his cuffs.

"Coming!"

Vernon turned around and waved to his companions as usual. Then he raised his legs to leave.

However, before taking a step, Dursley suddenly remembered something.

He turned his head and couldn't help but glance at the elf next to him. After hesitating for two seconds, Dursley tentatively called out the other person's name.

"Um...Peng Peng?"

"what?"

Peng Peng was still the same. Although he didn't have the huge reaction at the beginning, after taking a sideways look at this fat and unusual human being, his response was still extremely stiff.

Dursley didn't care about Peng Peng's tone. After all, he was contacting the other party with a purpose, so he could naturally tolerate his attitude.

The smile on his face did not change, and his eyes narrowed until there was only a gap left. He continued to ask

"What are your plans for the evening?"

Hearing this, Peng Peng didn't pay much attention. He jumped down from the thing used to cushion his feet. After looking up and down, he said casually

"No comment."

After saying that, he clapped his hands and swaggered into the bustling crowd, walking towards the exit.

The short and thin figure walked away among the crowd. Dursley just took a deep breath and said nothing more.

But I can't help but think that it seems that this plan is not very difficult...

Just as he was sighing silently, Andrew, who was greeting him across an assembly line, had already come to his side.

"What are you doing?!"

Andrew raised his eyebrows, first looked at Dursley, then followed his gaze at Peng Peng's disappearing back, then couldn't help scratching his head and asked in confusion

"Isn't this the little elf named...Dangdang or something like that? What are you doing with him?"

"snort……"

Dursley returned to reality from his thoughts. Listening to Andrew's doubts, he first let out a muffled groan.

The fat fingers habitually rubbed the thick beard under the nose, and then replied inscrutably.

"...If I remember correctly, you don't have children yet, right?"

Although he didn't understand why Dursley suddenly asked this question, after being stunned for a moment, Andrew nodded honestly and answered.

"Yes... we two don't plan to have a child so early."

"In that case, there's nothing more to say!"

After hearing Andrew's answer, Dursley proudly raised his fat chin, then adjusted his collar, imitating the way Peng Peng left just now, and followed the crowd towards the door with a swagger.

"You can't explain it to a childless person like you! I'd better wait until we get to the tavern and talk to old Jordan!"

Unsurprisingly, Andrew was a little off guard and had to walk a few steps quickly to keep up with Dursley's pace, while chattering endlessly.

"What's going on? Are you going to be discriminated against even if you don't have children?!..."

"It's not my fault! It's Julie. She said she had to join the Ministry of Magic as a civil servant, otherwise she wouldn't have children... but she hasn't gotten in after taking the exam for almost five years!"

"What can I do? I'm also desperate..."

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In the Leaky Cauldron, there is still the same smoky atmosphere that has not changed for a hundred years, and there is still a noisy sound that seems to never stop.

But after several months of baptism, these Muggles working in the candy factory have already adapted to these characteristics that are different from ordinary society. They are even more open-minded than some wizards.

and.

"Old Tom! Two more drinks for this table!!"

Andrew's face turned red after drinking, and he waved his arms to signal to the shriveled and thin Tom behind the counter.

Jordan was still wearing his hood that he didn't know what it was for, as before, smiling and hugging Dursley, talking vaguely.

"I heard...Andrew said that a house...elf came to your post today?"

Although he was drinking, Jordan did not make any mistakes when he should be sober. He followed the employees in the factory and called them elves instead of the word "domestic".

"Yes!" Dursley took a sip of wine, nodded vigorously, and then pursed his lips in aggrieved manner, as if he had been greatly wronged.

"A damn racist! He looks down on us..."

Dursley's words stunned Jordan. The wine glass he raised was suspended in the air. For a moment, he didn't know whether to drink or put it down.

After a long time, he couldn't help but sigh

"It's really strange for an elf to be discriminatory against humans...but it's not impossible in Charlie's Candy Factory."

"But I still plan to maintain a good relationship with him."

Ignoring the meaning of Jordan's words, Dursley was immersed in his own world and continued to describe his plan.

"Because I can only rely on him... He has a relationship with Mr. Black... If I want to change my son back to his original self, it seems that I can only take his path."

Jordan took a sip of wine and began to think along Dursley's words. Soon after, he nodded, then raised his own glass and knocked it hard against Dursley's.

The wine splashed and fell on the linen robe, turning into wine stains and falling on the floor, creating some foam. But no one would pay attention to them.

"I wish you good luck, my friend. Although I have heard that Charlie Black is a weird guy... But I think no matter how weird a person is, he will be moved by your father's love! Your son's name is

What's coming?"

"Dab...Dudley Dursley."

"Okay! Let's drink to Dudley Dursley! I hope he won't be treated as a roast suckling pig on Christmas, hahahahaha..."