Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

Ever since Charlie accepted the two pillows sent by Hagrid and wrote a letter telling them how much he liked them, Hagrid seemed to have been inspired with some great enthusiasm.

In the following days, almost every few days, Hagrid would deliver various rare "magical animal peripheral products" to Charlie together with letters.

Like necklaces made of manticore fangs, amulets made of hippogriff feathers, etc., there are different categories, different things, everything. It makes Charlie say that he has learned a lot.

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Regarding Hagrid's kindness, he also tried to tell the other party in a reply letter, such as the price of these things, or how much they cherished them.

What made him even more unexpected was that Hagrid just boldly expressed that he didn't care. The euphemistic name was supposed to be a return gift from Charlie for giving him so many candies...

However, in fact, the value of the things Hagrid has sent over the past few days has actually far exceeded the actual price of the candies.

Such extravagant behavior once made Charlie feel in a daze that this seemingly ordinary man hiding in a cabin next to the Forbidden Forest might actually be a rich man with a deep secret...

It's just that he doesn't care about his so-called wealth. Everything is just for fun. Instead, he sees the essence of life much more clearly than ordinary people...

Time flies like this, in a seemingly ordinary day... The so-called troll incident seems to be just a small pebble thrown into the calm sea. Even if it stirs up waves for a while, it will still be there.

Falling deep into the abyss called time, becoming silent.

The lives of the four Dracos once again returned to their original appearance. Apart from always looking for Professor Quirrell's so-called secret conspiracy, there was nothing else to pay attention to.

Just as Charlie advised, Lucius did not say anything more to other people on the school board, and ignored the matter in silence... Although he has not officially expressed his feelings to Charlie until now, in fact

Just from this small action of his, anyone with a discerning eye can understand what he means.

Quirrell returned to his usual state - a good old man who stammered, was timid and had low self-esteem. Apart from having to be wary of Snape's snake-like gaze every day, he only had to be as good a slave as possible.

, to meet all the requirements of his master.

As for Snape... he was still waiting, or rather watching the show with cold eyes.

Because he knew Charlie's character so well. With his vengeful character, he would have beaten James Potter even if he glanced at him in the corridor. How could he so easily avoid almost killing his nephew?

The murderer?

Now, it seems like nothing happened. But Snape knows clearly that the calmer it is, the more ferocious Charlie's revenge will be. What will happen... that face that seems to be indifferent to everything?

Underneath, in fact, some of the interests that I only had when I was young were faintly revealed...

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Charlie was no different from usual. After all, all he could do now was wait patiently, waiting for Hagrid to send him a signal... as if to tell him: the prey has taken the bait and he can take action.

However, such a peaceful time was not short-lived. Charlie waited day by day, as if a certain pattern had formed.

Every morning, when he sat behind his desk, the first thing he did was undoubtedly open the envelope Russell had put on the table early to check Hagrid's records.

"Today, it rained a little, and the unicorns spent the day beside the black lake. The little unicorns cuddled up next to the adults, playing and playing, and a few ran away..."

"Today, probably because of yesterday's rain, there is a slight mist in the Forbidden Forest, and even the air feels moist. Every time you take a breath of air, your entire throat seems to be covered with a film.

, not very comfortable. The unicorns are familiar with driving in the fog, it seems that their magic power prevents them from being disturbed by such things..."

"Today, I didn't see the unicorns, but I met the Centaur brothers living in the Forbidden Forest. They said that the group of elves went farther away, and the approximate location should be where the giant spiders are...

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"Sorry Charlie, Yaya's condition is not very good today. There must be something wrong with him during exercise yesterday. I applied some medicine to him and did not go further to patrol the forest, so I didn't see any trace of the unicorn.

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The letters, which are like essays, are so sincere that Charlie can't help but immerse himself in them while reading them...

Perhaps, when there is a real opportunity in the future, Hagrid can write a book like Newt to record his experiences or some special experiences about magical animals over the years...

But unfortunately, although Charlie appreciated these letters from Hagrid, his most important purpose - the signal has not appeared in his sight for a long time.

More than ten days are passing quietly. Seeing that Christmas is getting closer and closer, but there is no news from here, even Charlie, who is quick and patient, can't help but feel a little upset in his heart.

I couldn't help but wonder if it was due to my own fault that Voldemort's actions had a butterfly effect and did not appear as he had done in the previous plot; or maybe Voldemort had already completed it, but Hagrid didn't act like he did.

I found its traces just as I imagined...

Just when Charlie had begun to think about remedial measures, such as sneaking into Hogwarts at night, and then dragging him to Hogsmeade Village through a secret passage, things happened as usual.

An ordinary day took a turn for the better.

On this day, Charlie yawned as usual and returned to the office. Just as he followed the usual tradition, he opened Hagrid's envelope every morning to see how the unicorns were doing yesterday.

However, he didn't expect that when he squinted and sat back on the office chair, he reached out and touched the place where Russell usually put the envelope, but there was nothing there...

"Um?"

Charlie rubbed his eyes, and at the same time cleared his mind a little, and then cast his gaze - the letter was not placed on the table as he imagined.

"It's a little late today..."

Just as he was talking to himself, and then put his middle finger and thumb together, intending to snap his fingers to summon Russell to ask about the situation, there was a sudden knock on the office door.

Listening to the knock on the door, Charlie put down his hand, then turned his head and responded casually

"Please come in."

"Good morning, Master Charlie! This is your letter today."

As expected, Russell respectfully handed the letter in his hand to the table while walking inside.

After saying that, before Charlie could ask anything, he continued to explain

"On the way here, I found that there was a small problem in the Muggle factory, so it was delayed a lot of time."

Charlie nodded thoughtfully and took the letter. Feeling that it was still slightly moistened by the morning dew, he did not ask more about what went wrong in the Muggle factory and just gave instructions:

"Just handle it...if nothing important happens in the Muggle factory, just treat it like other factories. There is no need to notify me specifically."

Russell heard this and nodded, "I understand, Master..."

After saying that, he turned around, walked out of the office skillfully, and began to prepare coffee and cookies for Charlie this morning.

When the door closed again, the letter in Charlie's hand was opened by him at the same time.

He took out the letter paper, unfolded it carefully, and then started reading from the beginning...

"Today, I got up early and started the day's inspection with Ya Ya..."

Charlie nodded, with a faint smile on his face.

Then his eyes slowly moved downwards and began to read through these rough words bit by bit, recreating everything Hagrid saw in his mind.

It has to be said that the more simple and sincere the words are, the more powerful they are to infect others.

Even Charlie... Obviously at the beginning, he just wanted to use this excuse to catch Voldemort, but as time went on, this excuse became purer.

Charlie was not kept waiting for too long, and soon Russell returned to the office with a steaming cup of coffee.

Charlie picked up the coffee and blew lightly. Just when he was about to take a sip, his eyes suddenly glanced down.

Just what he saw at this glance caused the coffee cup that he had brought to his mouth to stop suddenly in mid-air.

Subconsciously licking his lips that didn't touch the coffee, Charlie put the coffee cup back on the table, then turned his eyes to focus, his mind suddenly sobered up, and he looked straight at the image.

It was a slight omission, but in Charlie's eyes, it was a word of greater weight than a thousand words.

"When I came back from the lake, I saw a row of shallow footprints, as if they had been wandering around. They were similar to the ones I saw next to the Centaur tribe yesterday... I thought it was probably some Hogwarts

The little wizard in there. Maybe besides you, there are other people who are so keen on such magical and beautiful creatures like unicorns. It’s really amazing to think about it..."

"indeed……"

The two eyes suddenly shone with an unprecedented fiery light.

"Besides me, there are indeed people who are keen on unicorns...but he is not a little wizard, and he doesn't want to understand their habits..."

He murmured to himself, and as he spoke, a bright smile couldn't help but appear at the corner of his mouth.

The sleepiness that I felt when I just woke up in the morning was instantly gone, replaced by the excitement and determination that had been dormant in my heart for who knows how long.

"Master...what's wrong with you?"

Russell was startled by his reaction, blinked twice with his huge eyes, and couldn't help but ask doubtfully

Charlie stood up directly from his seat, and after carefully reading the rest of the letter, he moved his eyes to Russell.

Without answering Russell's doubts, he directly ordered:

"I want to go out."

Russell was startled, but soon he recovered. It seemed that he was used to his master's behavior of leaving at the drop of a hat. He just nodded, then took out his notebook and took a look at it.

He opened his mouth and naturally asked a series of questions.

"When does the master plan to leave? Do you need to go out for a few days this time? Do you need to prepare a change of clothes?"

"The sooner the better. It won't last more than three or four days at most. If it's shorter... I can probably come back for dinner tonight."

Charlie nodded, walked out from behind the desk, came to the clothes rack at the door, and took off his black windbreaker.

"All right……"

Helplessly, after letting out a faint breath, Russell had no choice but to keep up with the other party's pace, and walked towards the exit of the factory together.

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"Then... then, today's class will be like this. I hope that the students can complete the homework assigned by me seriously after they go back... Goodbye, students."

The bell rang for the end of get out of class. Standing on the podium, Quirrell bowed his body and nodded skillfully to the little wizards in the audience.

The little wizards dispersed in a hurry, and no one paid any attention to the dull and boring professor. They each ran out of the classroom happily chattering with their companions.

However, under the cover of the wide turban, no one noticed that the darkness that could never be erased appeared in those eyes hidden in the shadows...

With his peripheral vision, he looked at Draco and his group who were walking out and discussing something seriously, and he couldn't help but have a sarcastic smile on his lips.

For a guy like him who can even hide it from Dumbledore, he is undoubtedly much more thoughtful than a few children who have just turned eleven... Naturally, it is natural that they secretly start to investigate their own affairs.

He also knows it clearly.

But Quirrell didn't care. Because in his opinion, everything he had considered was perfect! There was no possibility for them to catch anything... Otherwise, Severus Snape would have already

Now that we've started, where will it be for these little brats like them?

When he raised his head again, the expression on his face had already become the same as usual.

After packing up the lesson plans, he didn't stop too much and walked slowly towards his room with cautious steps...

"Hey...Draco, look."

At the corner of the distant corridor, Ron, who was about to leave, suddenly noticed something.

He opened his eyes slightly, tugged on Draco's sleeve, and stretched out his hand to signal.

"What are you looking at?"

Draco was a little impatient, but he still reluctantly turned his head and followed Ron's direction.

"Look at his shoes. What's on the soles of Quirrell's shoes? Is it mud?"