Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

At the same time, in the Auror office of the Ministry of Magic, a man with thick long dark brown hair and a resolute and serious face stood up, stretched out his hand and shook the hand of Charlie Black tightly in front of him. He was

Rufus Scrimgeour, now Head of the Auror Office.

Feel the rough texture of the calluses on the opponent's hands, the full strength coming from the joints, and the sharpness in his eyes that is as sharp as an eagle.

Almost instantly, Charlie could confirm in his mind that the Auror Office Director in front of him at this moment was probably like Mad-Eye Moody, who had actually been on the battlefield and had killed Death Eaters in cruel wars.

A warrior, not a clown like Umbridge who relied on flattery and scheming to get to the top.

"Hello, Director Rufus Scrimgeour."

Although he was constantly thinking in his heart, on the surface, Charlie still had his trademark calm smile, his eyes met the other person's eyes impartially, and his eyes met.

After Scrimgeour was silent for a moment, the originally solemn expression on his face finally changed and slowly softened a bit.

He nodded and said in a deep voice: "Hello, Mr. Charlie Black... I didn't expect that we would meet again after more than ten years."

As soon as these words came out, Charlie's eyes showed a bit of surprise. He raised his eyebrows and then fell into a brief thought.

After thinking about it, a slightly apologetic look appeared on Charlie's face, and he slowly shook his head.

"I'm really sorry, Director Scrimgeour...it's been too long. I probably forgot. Could you give me some hints?"

Scrimgeour let go of Charlie's hand, not angry at it, or feeling humiliated. He just said with a noncommittal nod.

"Of course... it's normal that you don't remember it, because at that time I was just an ordinary Auror. Just like my colleagues around me, I was active in the war with the Death Eaters.

, a bloody fight.

But you can already stand at the highest point, overlooking the entire battlefield with an absolute attitude."

"I remember that it was probably the penultimate battle after the mysterious man was eliminated. At that time, I had just killed a crazy Death Eater, and I was hiding behind a broken stone wall and breathing heavily.

, while recovering his strength and waiting for the next opportunity to take action.

The result was that time... Just when I was about to get up and attack, a loud noise like thunder attracted my attention. I was stunned for a moment, turned my head and looked, and saw you——"

Scrimgeour said, paused, then raised his hand and patted Charlie's shoulder gently.

At this moment, most of the sharpness in his eyes faded away, and turned into recollection... There was also a hint of exclamation in his tone, as if what he saw before his eyes was reappearing at this moment.

"I bet that was the first time I saw such a luxurious magic - a huge bright red light pillar soared into the sky, spread out at the highest point, turned into streams of light, and aimed accurately at every death-eating person.

Just shoot away.

It's very beautiful...but also surprisingly dangerous. In just a few seconds, those Death Eaters who were confronting us just now all fell to the ground and passed out in the blink of an eye."

Scrimgeour took a deep breath, his expression filled with the shock he felt when he first saw this scene.

"Originally, I didn't believe in so-called geniuses... It wasn't until I saw that scene that I realized that this world is really not fair to everyone..."

From beginning to end, Charlie didn't speak, he just laughed and listened quietly to what happened to Scrimgeour with a smile.

As he spoke, Scrimgeour could no longer speak and began to laugh.

In this way, between the smiles, the two people seemed to have reached some kind of silent understanding. At the same time, they ended the topic and started talking about business, as if nothing had happened.

"Minister Fudge has already given me instructions. Because the people you want to visit this time are serious criminals detained in Azkaban, I will accompany you there, and when you meet, I must be present throughout the meeting and listen.

Everything you said... is that acceptable to you, Mr. Black?"

"certainly!"

Charlie did not hesitate and nodded happily in agreement.

"After all, my useless cousin and sister have committed such a major crime. Minister Fudge is kind enough to allow me to meet before Christmas. So what else can I ask for?"

After saying that, he made a special appearance of crying with gratitude, raised his hand and gently wiped the corners of his eyes.

Hearing this, Stejelin nodded slightly, and then took out a document from his desk. While confirming the details written on it, he sighed casually.

"I guess you must have been feeling very painful at that time... You were obviously the sworn enemy of the mysterious man... but your relatives chose to become his lackeys.

Especially that Sirius Black... I'm still ashamed of what he did."

These words seemed to speak to Charlie's heart. Even though he was moved, he looked at Scrimgeour as if he were seeing a confidant. Without hesitation, he immediately nodded in agreement.

"Yes, I think so too!"

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Soon, the two people set off, using a special door key to cross mountains and oceans. After a very uncomfortable journey, Charlie and Scrimgeour arrived at a front post on a small island in the middle of the North Sea.

.

This is the first level to enter Azkaban. Usually there are not many people. There are only a few Aurors who guard here in shifts. The work is not hard. They usually receive prisoners and send them to Azkaban.

Zkaban, or accompanying people who come to visit the prison to protect them from dementors.

Since Charlie came with Scrimgeour, who was the director of the Auror Office, there were not many twists and turns. After just checking his belongings and wands, he hastily let the two of them go.

Take five minutes.

"Mr. Black, shall we go?"

Scrimgeour's expression remained normal, looking at Charlie who put the wand back into his coat pocket, he reached out and guided him forward.

"Of course, Director Scrimgeour."

Charlie responded with a smile, and then walked forward with the other party.

The door to the current post was slowly pushed open - the notorious prison filled with countless horrific legends finally appeared in front of the two men with a gust of salty sea breeze.

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