Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

Time passed minute by minute... The couple was still sitting on the sofa in the mansion, waiting quietly.

Lucius looked at the fireplace in his home from time to time, and turned his head from time to time to look at the disturbance outside the mansion. It seemed that he was more excited than Narcissa, who was Charlie's biological sister.

Narcissa got up, walked slowly to the wine cabinet in the corner of the hall, picked out a bottle of good wine, and took three glasses.

Place the wine and glasses on the long table in the foyer.

"Lucius, do you want a drink first? I think you seem more nervous than Draco."

Narcissa turned to look at her husband and couldn't help but laugh.

"..." Lucius did not speak, but also turned his head and looked at his wife.

His gaze paused for a moment, seeming to be a little hesitant.

After a while, he finally nodded.

"Okay, pour me a drink, I'm... a little thirsty."

Narcissa turned her head, and the smile on her lips became more obvious. She did not expose Lucius's "thirsty" pretense, but gently pulled out the cork with a faint oak aroma, and poured the wine into it.

In two cups.

Holding a cup in one hand, she sat back on her seat and handed one of the cups into the other person's hand.

"Hopefully this will make you less thirsty."

Lucius didn't speak, as if he didn't hear the teasing in his wife's words. He took the goblet with lowered eyes and looked at the amber crystal clear wine in the glass, just like a layman who didn't understand the rules.

Drink it all in one gulp.

After drinking a glass of wine, he finally felt a lot better. He raised his head and looked at his wife and smiled rarely.

Narcissa also smiled at him, and then took a sip of the red wine in the glass.

"Kakakaka..."

On the wall, the gears inside the clock rotated, making a subtle clenching sound.

Although the sound is very small, in such a silent hall, it is the only one that continues to make sounds.

"clang……"

I don't know how long it took... As the hour hand pointed to ten o'clock, the rich sound of the bell filled the entire mansion.

"It seems you still don't know him well enough..."

Raising his head, Lucius looked at the clock on the wall and couldn't help but sigh.

But he couldn't tell whether this sigh was mixed with regret or happiness.

Narcissa's wine glass was already empty at this moment, and there was a slight blush on her cheeks. Although it was not heavy, it became a little obvious because of her ridiculously fair skin.

"It seems that my understanding of him only lasted as a child..."

Narcissa pursed her lips, showed a somewhat stiff smile, and replied:

Although she didn't say anything, they had been husband and wife for many years, so Lucius could naturally hear the disappointment in her words.

But he didn't say anything to comfort him, but nodded.

"Go and tell Draco the news first, and ask him not to wait any longer and go to bed..."

After saying this, he paused again and continued.

"The bottle of wine has been opened..."

Narcissa listened to his words, raised her beautiful eyes, and said with a smile

"Then maybe when I come back, we can have a few more drinks."

Lucius lowered his eyes and said nothing.

But Narcissa knew that he actually meant consent.

Narcissa slowly walked up to the second floor, while Lucius came to the long table and refilled the two empty glasses with wine.

The turbid air slowly poured out of his nose, seemingly due to the influence of alcohol. He sat down on the chair next to the long table, but in his mind he couldn't help but recall that time, the first time with Charlie Black.

meet.

At that time, the "House Elf Liberation Front", which was slowly rising and had completely different ideas from his own, was undoubtedly a thorn in the side of the Dark Lord.

Unfortunately, the fierce battle between himself and the Order of the Phoenix made it impossible for him to spare any effort to cause trouble with the House Elf Liberation Front.

Moreover, he had to admit...those despicable racial creatures in his eyes, when they really come together, they will be an extremely terrifying force.

Ever since, Voldemort changed his mind.

He was going to send his Death Eaters to behead Charlie Black, the leader and core of the House Elf Liberation Front.

He firmly believed that after the death of Charlie as the leader, the remaining so-called House Elf Liberation Front would be nothing more than an empty shell and would collapse on its own without any more energy being spared.

So he made up his mind, and Voldemort carefully selected forty elite men from his own men to carry out this task.

And Lucius was one of the forty people selected.

Although Voldemort took this matter very seriously and was even fully prepared, he went out of his way to personally understand Charlie's activities and make plans.

However, just when everyone thought the matter was under control, the facts slapped Voldemort hard on the face.

On the outskirts of Merseyside, when forty Death Eaters surrounded the immature-looking young man who had just graduated from Hogwarts, a change truly occurred.

Facing forty wands ready to go, this young man formally showed his terrifying strength to the world for the first time.

The hazy fog spread from nowhere, depriving everyone of their senses in an instant.

Even the lighting technique cannot penetrate the fog of despair...

The next moment, the ground was cracked and trembling.

As the fluorescent lights on his wand flickered, huge rock pillars emerged from the cracked ravine. They were messy and scattered, but integrated with each other to form a wall, connecting the forty Death Eaters and himself.

, all blocked in it...

Amid the shock of "rumbling", in this blocked area, it seemed as if the entire land had become an extension of his hands and feet...

He waved the wand in his hand and manipulated it wantonly, turning the ground into soft waves.

The ups and downs seemed to be a ruthless meat grinder, accompanied by wailings one after another. Those so-called elites did not even have a chance to touch the corners of Charlie's clothes, and were ground into pulp...

Only Lucius, when he saw the thick fog gradually rising, realized something was wrong, and his precise sixth sense seemed to be stimulated by something in an instant.

Before the fog enveloped him, he made a decisive "transformation" and disappeared from where he was.

He ran to a distant position and observed the battle situation from a distance.

When the other party left, he also returned to the place to check... However, everything disappeared, and the ground was as before, but the piles of meat and mud seemed to have been licked clean by monsters, even the blood marks.

Nothing left.