Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

"expecto patronum!!! (Calling God for Protection!!!)"

In the deep, damp, silent prison corridor, a sudden shout echoed, and a dazzling light was inspired from the wand. It turned into a lifelike lion. When it roared, everyone was hiding in the shadows in an instant.

The guys who were ready to make a move fled in all directions.

Seeing the Dementors wailing in fear and fleeing from here, Scrimgeour, who had just been about to take action, raised his eyebrows.

He calmly put the half-out wand back into his pocket, and then joked to himself.

"Mr. Black's style is still the same as before... It seems that I can relax a lot on this journey."

Charlie first gently shook away the few rays of light remaining on the tip of the wand, and then smiled and shook his head.

"It's been a long time since I've used the God-calling Guard, and my skills are quite unfamiliar."

After saying that, he turned his head and glanced at the prisoner next to him who was in the cell, lean against the wall and his eyes were empty without any light.

Since he first came in, he has seen too many such people.

Each one of them was so desperate, no different from a corpse. Even if Charlie and Scrimgeour passed by, they would only be able to avert their eyes at most, and then lower their heads to focus on themselves again, or look at the pitted rocks opposite the cell.

Building walls seems to be looking at the end of life in one glance, and it seems to be just killing a long time in pure hopelessness.

Horror... This was the first thought that came to Charlie's mind when he first stepped into this place.

Compared to physical torture, this kind of mental crushing is definitely a more terrifying thing, especially since the people imprisoned here are a group of wizards who are more mentally sensitive than Muggles...

Those dementors who are nominally called jailers but are actually evil spirits, just like their creator Extis, carry out endless torture and destruction, using their happiness as their own nourishment, until the prisoners are in pain.

Only when you die in depression can you truly be freed.

In fact, Charlie sneered at this behavior of the Ministry of Magic...

Regardless of whether such punishment is humane or not, after all, there must be something hateful about poor people.

Few of the wizards imprisoned here had not committed unforgivable crimes outside. Countless Muggles died at their hands...and few were like his wronged cousin.

Idiots would think of using this self-abuse method to gain psychological comfort.

Simply choosing a compromise in the face of these thoughtless chaotic creatures is undoubtedly an extremely ridiculous thing. Only in the future, when these greedy guys really rebel, will those idiots sitting at the top of the Ministry of Magic really

When I wake up, it turns out that too much tolerance can only breed more and more desires.

When his thoughts came to this point, Charlie couldn't help but think of the elves in his factory... It seemed ironic if he thought about it carefully.

It is clear that the elves are far superior to the dementors in terms of wisdom and strength, but the wizards are willing to compromise when facing the dementors, and then turn around and enslave the elves without any scruples.

I won’t worry at all about what kind of horrific situation will happen one day in the future when one of the unique aliens awakens his self-awareness and is no longer under the control of the wizard...

"How far is it from where my sister and cousin are being held?"

After regrouping his scattered thoughts, Charlie asked warmly to Scrimgeour who had not noticed anything at the side.

"Probably we have to go a little deeper..."

Scrimgeour paused and then replied

"Those Death Eaters are all serious criminals. Especially the elites under mysterious men like Sirius Black and Bellatrix Lestrange are top priority. So their

The detention is also stricter than that of others."

"Um."

Charlie understood, nodded without saying anything more, and continued walking forward with Scrimgeour.

Perhaps it was because the effect of Charlie's divine guardian was too shocking, but anyway, their journey went very smoothly. Even if they encountered a dementor, the other party would know how to stay away and not dare to go up.

Before, let alone being offensive.

Thinking about it, in their chaotic thinking, at least they still retain the consciousness of seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck, allowing them to understand what food is and what is not food.

In this way, soon, the two people passed through the quiet corridors one after another, passed the locked iron fences one after another, and finally came to the area where the serious criminals were being held.

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Compared to the deathly silence outside, this place is obviously a lot more "lively"... Those wizards who have been imprisoned for decades, just pulling out one of them will have a psychological endurance that is many times higher than normal.

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Although he has become crazy, at least he still has the ability to communicate and the consciousness to think.

"Hehe...hehehe...look...someone is here again!"

"Who?! Is it a human?!"

"Quack, quack, quack!!!! Egg pudding!!! Quack, quack..."

"Long live Voldemort!!! Long live the Dark Lord!!!"

"New here!! How many Muggles have you killed?"

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As the two people walked into this area where there was no light, these guys who had not seen a living person for a long time suddenly seemed to have been beaten to death. They bounced up from the ground one by one, pressed against the iron railings, and struggled hard

He stretched out his hands outwards, saying crazy and unclear words while trying to grab the corners of their clothes.

Scrimgeour was never polite to these former enemies.

He pulled out his wand and pointed it at the nearest prisoner. Just when he was about to kill the chicken and scare the monkeys to make them quieter, he never thought that Charlie on the side gently raised his hand and pressed Scrimgeour who was about to cast a spell.

Just when Scrimgeour frowned slightly and looked at Charlie with confusion, he spoke.

"Long time no see, dear Voldemort's lackeys...do you remember me? Your old friend, Charlie Black, came to see you."

As soon as these words came out, it was like touching some switch buried deep in the chaotic memory. The originally shouting voice suddenly stopped, and for a while it became terrifyingly quiet.

The prisoner who had just reached out to the two of them hurriedly retracted to the corner of the cell as if he had been electrocuted. He looked at the blurry figure in the dark in horror, trembling... as if he had seen something worse than...

Dementors are something even more terrifying.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

Sorry! I've been waiting for two more days...

To be honest, there are really a lot of miscellaneous things happening recently.

Many book friends have told me before that there is a book in Qidian that is very similar to mine, and many plots are borrowed or similar.

In the past two days, I have been trying to figure out how to deal with it and get in touch with the other author.

But it has never been effective.

I will open a separate chapter later to explain the whole story. Please don't worry.

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