Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

Charlie didn't say much. Facing Voldemort's almost furious curse, his expression didn't even change.

He was still watching calmly as before, watching the ghosts who were neither human nor ghosts wrapped in the mist and fled into the distant sky, disappearing without a trace in Charlie's eyes.

Without Voldemort's control, the body that was flying in mid-air suddenly fell straight to the ground from a height of more than ten meters like a puppet with its strings cut off.

Seeing that he fell down and was smashed into a puddle of flesh, Charlie started to move.

Obviously, he had not forgotten his original promise to Lucius. Since he could not hand over the mastermind behind the scenes, as Voldemort's spokesperson, it would be possible to take his body back, at least on the surface.

The wand was pulled back violently, and all the raging flames were withdrawn. Then the trees on the side, which were almost completely carbonized, struggled with their trunks, spread their branches, and accurately caught Quirrell, who was falling vertically, and slowly slowed him down.

Placed on the ground.

At this point, it means that the battle has finally come to an end... I just don't know how much impact it will have on the future if the plot does not develop according to the original plot and the situation is suddenly disturbed by myself.

Forget it...that's not what he should think about now. As a tiny butterfly that has just finished flapping its wings, he can only focus on the present.

While dispersing the black flames that were still burning, I was thinking about how to explain this matter clearly.

Charlie secretly suppressed the fatigue in his mind, raised his head, closed his eyes quietly, and exhaled a deep breath in the cold wind that was still mixed with the residual heat of the fire.

Suddenly, at this moment, he felt a sudden chill on the tip of his nose.

"Um?"

When he opened his eyes, the night sky was full of pure white snowflakes, and they were floating down.

Falling into the wreckage of the fire scene, he used his whiteness to temporarily cover up the ugly darkness at this time, and also comforted the tens of thousands of frightened creatures in the Forbidden Forest, as if to tell everyone that everything was over...

Looking at the white snow and ice, Charlie's face couldn't help but smile.

With a "pop", without caring about anything else and simply not thinking about anything else, he lay straight on the flat ground behind him, letting the heavy snow cover his body and Quirrell's corpse.

"Cheh, Charlie!?"

After an unknown amount of time, Charlie opened his eyes again amid a rustling sound, as if he had taken a long nap, which restored a lot of his energy...

Not far away from him, he saw Hagrid's tall figure.

Hagrid stared, and his brain shut down again. He looked at the burned Forbidden Forest, and then at the two people lying in the snow. For a moment, there was an unspeakable anger in his heart, which told him to hold on tightly.

Clenched his fists.

As a guard of the Forbidden Forest and a pure person who truly loves magical animals, at this moment, no one has more reason to be angry than him.

Seeing the big trees that used to grow lushly but now withering away, seeing every life turn into black coal in the sea of ​​fire...his heart couldn't stop bleeding.

The great pain hit him, and after experiencing the daze, his expression instantly became unprecedentedly ferocious.

Only then did Charlie realize that when this seemingly honest and honest Hagrid gets angry, his beard and hair can really explode, just like Zhong Kui who often appears in Chinese New Year pictures, which is really scary.

"What's going on!

!

!”

The huge roar sounded as if a hibernating giant bear had been awakened unexpectedly, shaking the surrounding snowy scenery, which seemed to be faintly frightened and stopped in the air for a few seconds.

Charlie stood up in embarrassment, held on to a nearby tree unsteadily, then pointed at Quirrell, who was already dead, and said in a "difficult" tone

"This guy used the Fire Spell... At the last moment, he tried to fight me to the death... Fortunately, I barely escaped his attack, but the Forbidden Forest..."

Charlie did not continue, because after hearing these words, Hagrid's eyes turned red.

Coupled with Yaya beside him, he looked like a beast-turned-berserker.

Out of trust in his friends, Hagrid did not have any doubts about Charlie's words and directly threw away the pink parasol in his hand.

Yelled "Asshole!"

!" After that, he took Yaya beside him and rushed towards Quirrell's body in the snow, wildly waving his iron fist to vent his anger.

Taking advantage of Hagrid's frantic output, Charlie, who had a "difficult" look on his face, calmly stood up straight.

He slowly walked to Hagrid's side and began to watch him punch the culprit of all this.

Charlie didn't feel much guilt about this.

After all, if Voldemort hadn't suddenly counterattacked, would I have been forced to use fire escape to protect myself? In the final analysis, every injustice has its own fault, and the main responsibility lies with the other party... I am not lying to Hagrid at most. It's just... misleading.

Under the heavy snow, an unknown amount of time passed before Hagrid, who was riding on Quirrell and beating him up, calmed down the anger in his heart and stopped his fists.

Behind him, Charlie couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Hagrid's fists hit him all over, leaving Quirrell with some dignity... At least to Lucius, he could still tell who it was.

After venting, Hagrid's brain returned to calm, and then he remembered Charlie's situation. His eyes widened a little, and he stood up with a swish sound, turned his head, hurriedly supported Charlie, and asked with concern. road.

"How's it going, Charlie, where are you hurt?"

Charlie leaned on Hagrid's strong arm, waved his hand first, then closed his eyes and pressed his temples, and replied "weakly"

"I didn't suffer any serious injuries...it's just that I used too much magic, and my spirit was a little tired for a while."

Hearing this, Hagrid nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at the corpse on the ground and then at Charlie. Suddenly he thought of something and his eyes became strange.

"By the way...Charlie, what is going on? Why does Quirrell appear here, and...why are you here too?"

After hearing this, Charlie opened his mouth and was about to explain, but before he could speak, he was shouted back by a shrill shout in the distance.

"uncle!

!

!

!

"

The two of them subconsciously turned their heads at the same time and cast their gaze behind them.

I saw, not far away, Draco's eyes widened, looking at his uncle in disbelief, tears moistening his eyes for a while.

Even if he has just arrived at the scene, even if he doesn't know anything yet...

But looking at his uncle, Quirrell lying on the ground, and the almost tragic scenes around him... everything was connected together in his mind, and an answer instantly emerged.

Uncle must have come here just for me...!

!

Even though he just wrote a letter, his uncle ran to Hogwarts without saying a word and killed Quirrell!

This... this is such a silent and heavy love!

!

!

Thinking of this, thousands of emotions all converged into being moved, and the tears swirling in his eyes burst out like a dam.

Without saying anything else, because everything was left unsaid, Draco shouted "Uncle" while running in tears, running straight into Charlie's arms.

Feeling the warmth in Charlie's arms, he felt extremely at ease at the moment...

Charlie raised his eyebrows, said nothing, patted Draco on the back, and glanced at Hagrid beside him.

He seemed to be asking him why his nephew was here.

Hagrid scratched his hair, took a deep breath, and then asked Draco

"Why are you alone, and where are Harry and Ron?"

Draco heard Hagrid's inquiry and then thought that his companions were still waiting for him.

He quickly lifted his head from Charlie's arms, pointed in the direction where he came from, and said quickly

"Harry...Harry fainted on the way! I was afraid of any danger, so I asked them to wait there while I came over to take a look myself."

"What!?"

Hearing the news that Harry had fainted, Hagrid was immediately startled. He didn't care about why Charlie was here at this time, and hurriedly turned around and ran in the direction Draco pointed just now.

………………………………

It is impossible for such a big event not to attract the attention of Hogwarts Castle.

Soon, Dumbledore, wearing a coat and pajamas underneath, appeared in front of Charlie with a group of professors dressed similarly.

………

Finally, after a whole night of follow-up work, until the sun was about to rise, a group of people were able to make up for the damage caused in the Forbidden Forest...

"..."

In the principal's office, Dumbledore yawned, pinched his temples a little listlessly, and couldn't help but sigh to Charlie in front of him.

"I didn't expect that less than half a month later, you would come to my office again..."

"I didn't expect it either."

Charlie dusted off the black traces still on his clothes, nodded with deep approval, and answered.

"...Twenty-five percent of the area of ​​the Forbidden Forest was affected by the fire this time...A lot of trees were damaged, and the ecological environment was extremely seriously damaged...The people were very angry and asked me to give an answer.

Reasonable explanation. I have to say that you made too much noise this time."

"It's not me... you know."

After hearing this, Charlie, who was still cleaning his clothes, immediately sat upright and declared.

"Hmph..."

However, facing Charlie's shameless denial, Dumbledore didn't even bother to raise his eyelids, and just stared at Charlie with squinted eyes. Then he made two noncommittal nasal noises.

"……cough"

It seemed that he was a little embarrassed by Dumbledore's look. After coughing twice, Charlie continued.

"Although, it was not me who did it. But - after all, I also participated in that battle... In order to express my sincerity, I am willing to donate to the damaged Forbidden Forest area free of charge in Charlie Black's own name...

"

After saying that, he carefully stretched out his hand, made tentative gestures, and asked

"What do you think of twenty-five thousand galleons?"

"...Just give it a try."

After receiving Charlie's promise, Dumbledore opened his squinted eyes, sat upright again, and resumed his former demeanor.

He looked at Charlie squarely and finally started talking about business.

"Okay Charlie, now come and tell me what happened. To be honest, I'm still confused until now..."

Coming!

Charlie thought secretly in his mind. Sure enough, what should come will eventually come.

But he didn't panic too much, because one night was enough for him to come up with an explanation.

"It's...Voldemort."

After a pause, Charlie became serious and spoke slowly. He was caught off guard and gave Dumbledore an unexpected answer.

The spirit that was still tired from not having enough sleep completely woke up with Charlie's words.

"Quirrell is just a servant of Voldemort... He has been lurking in Quirrell's body and dormant in the school. Although I don't know why he came, I think, Principal Dumbledore, you must know it.

?”

In shock, Dumbledore's eyes flashed with light and dark. He nodded in acquiescence. But he didn't say anything, but waited for Charlie's next words.

"As for how I found out...it's all thanks to Severus."

"Snape?" Dumbledore seemed surprised. He raised his eyebrows and asked subconsciously.

"The day after Draco was attacked, he wrote me a letter... In the letter, he told me about the suspicious things about Quirrell and suspected that he was hiding something secretly.

A secret to tell... So, I focused my attention again on the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who seemed to be submissive and had very little sense of presence."

"I see……"

A look of understanding appeared on Dumbledore's face.

But Charlie was not sure whether this old fox-like character really believed in him, or whether he just put aside the cause and effect of the matter.

After Charlie finished speaking, Dumbledore closed his eyes, leaned on the back of the seat, and took a deep breath. He seemed to be digesting the news, and also seemed to be studying and reviewing Quirrell's experience this year.

various behaviors.

"Okay...thank you for your hard work, Charlie."

After a while, when he opened his eyes, his expression returned to its former kindness and gentleness, as if nothing had happened.

"Thank you for everything you have done...There is nothing going on here, go see Harry and the others."

"Where are they?"

"Due to what happened yesterday, I asked for leave for them. Now, if I remember correctly, they are probably all in the school hospital."

Charlie nodded thoughtfully, said nothing more, and walked out the door.

"etc……"

Just when he was about to step out, Dumbledore behind him suddenly seemed to have thought of something and called out to him again.

"It won't be long... there will probably be some things happening. Then I will invite you to come over again, okay?"

"certainly."